Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is stored in Storage Locker 4 in Site-██, with the storage locker modified to be soundproof, and with a charging cord compatible with SCP-xXXX. Testing is available to personnel with level 3 security clearance and above, with written permission from the Site Manager. Any testing done with SCP-XXXX requires a minimum of two researchers, with one wearing soundproof head gear.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a audio recorder, and can play back recorded audio. It was made by the company ████, and was manufactured in 2008. It has 8 gigabytes of storage built in, and a micro-SD card can be added on for additional storage. It has a speaker, auxiliary port and charging port in addition to a micro-SD port, with a silver, metallic body. Three audio recordings were also found recorded on SCP-XXXX during recovery, the name of the files being:
- Dragonforce concert!
- Crime Scene #139
- Please listen to this before use.
SCP-XXXX's anomalous effects only take place when audio is recorded using SCP-XXXX, and the audio recorded by SCP-XXXX is played. The audio recordings record a moment in time, and whenever audio is heard by a sentient being, the being is then sent back in time to when the audio was recorded. The effect only affects people that hear the audio when it starts. If the audio plays through the speakers, anyone who can hear it will be subject to it's anomalous effects. The effect will also manifest if SCP-XXXX is connected via auxiliary cord to any speakers, headphones, headsets and other audio modifiers. The audio recordings can be transferred to other devices, however the copies do not retain the anomalous effects.
During the temporal displacement, the sentient being(s), hereby referred to collectively as SCP-XXXX-A cannot affect anything, and becoming incorporeal. The temporal displacement lasts as long as the audio recording, and instances of SCP-XXXX-A during the time-travel can only travel 250 m in any direction from the point of where the audio was recorded. SCP-XXXX-A's body during the temporal displacement does not actually go back in time, the body is still in the present, in a REM sleep-like state. They cannot be woken, the effect only ending when the recording is over, or the recording can no longer be heard by SCP-XXXX-A.
Recovery Log: SCP-XXXX has had three previous owners, when it was first purchased online by 17 year old ██████ ████, who was killed in a robbery attempt soon after. During the investigation of his death by the ████ Police Department of ██████, KS, Police Investigator Mike Gretzky was listening through SCP-XXXX's contents before unwittingly being subject to the object's anomalous effects, he was then taken to a nearby hospital before being released with the object still in his possession. He then went on using the object in inventive ways in order to solve further cases he was assigned to. When he died due to deteriorating health, nurses reported from the hospital about having "out-of-body experiences" and other "supernatural" occurrences. The Foundation went in to investigate and found the item on the floor, still playing audio. It was then recovered after agents with sound-blocking headphones could turn it off, and transport it to Site-██
Exploration Log 1: In order to find more information on SCP-XXXX, Researcher Wolfe proposed to send agents into the audio recordings that were recorded prior to recovery. The proposal was approved by Site Manager ████. The first recording to be explored was the recording named, "Please listen to this before use."
[START OF RECORDING]
[Mike Gretzky is the first thing the listener views, lying in a hospital bed, nearing death. He coughs, clearing his throat and begins to talk.]
Mike: H-hello there viewer, er listener or whatever, you might be wondering, "Where am I, how'd I get here?" don't worry, all your question will be answered, but please take a seat and listen to my words. I cannot hear you however, so please listen closely.
[He pauses for a moment, coughs again, and takes a deep breath.]
Mike: As you can see, I'm dying, so I decided to make this recording to explain how this mp3 player works. Whenever you record anything, and then listen to it, you will go back to the time of the recording, in this… ghost form that you're in right now… I haven't gotten around to testing the limits of this thing, but it's always helped me solve my cases. I shouldn't have let myself use this thing… It feels unnatural, like I shouldn't be there, like breaking a law. Nobody knows about the mp3 player's abilities, but me… a-and well, now you. Well, I should say I left it to you, assuming it got into the right hands. All is ask is that you don't let the thing rot in a locker, use it for good, I did, and look at my track record, I was the best investigator they had on the force! Though, now I suppose I should be letting you go. Heh, I bet I look crazy, talking to myself, all alone. Well, good bye.
[END OF RECORDING]
Exploration Log 2: With similar conditions as Exploration Log 1, Agent Robinson listened to the recording name "Crime Scene #139". The agent then reports being in a murder scene, with police investigators on the scene. Investigator Gretzky was at the scene recording this audio for 5 minutes before leaving and ending the recording.
Exploration Log 3: Agent Robinson after finishing with the last exploration, then went into the final recording named "Dragonforce concert!" The agent reports arriving at a musical concert, with music being played by the band Dragonforce. The person recording the audio was 17 year old ██████ ████, who first owned SCP-XXXX, who was intending to record only the music during the concert. The recording lasted 1 hour, when near the end, when ██████ was confronted by an armed man in the parking lot near the stage of the concert, demanding money. When man heard security officers coming around the corner, he shot ██████ in a panic. The security officers then checked the body of ██████, and ended the recording. It was later found that the armed man was Jacob ████, who was found guilty of the murder of the 17 year old, due to the extensive evidence found by Investigator Gretzky.
Please view this 11 by 7 inch image while writing.
Item#: SCP-x
Object Class: Uncontained
Special Containment Procedures: All Foundation webcrawlers are to delete any instances of SCP-x posted online. MTF-5280 ("The Metric Enforcers") are to be dispatched to geolocations of IP addresses that continually post the image or purposefully use the image to cause chaos in regions not inclined towards the correct way to measure anything. Printed 11 by 7 inch physical reproductions are kept in a 2 by 2 by 2 foot locker for testing, located on Site-██.
Description: SCP-x is an edited image of Neil Armstrong walking on the moon. These edits include a filter known as "deep-fried", a lens flare on the helmet of Neil Armstrong, and the text "SHUT THE FUCK UP METRIC SYSTEM" typed over the image. It is truly a testament to American ingenuity in a 11 by 7 inch image.
SCP-x is a memetic cognitohazard, the first instance of which was discovered on the social media platform Twitter. Its anomalous effects manifest when viewing the image and last up to 24 hours after viewing. Subjects under the influence of SCP-x change their writing or typing to replace any instances where the metric system measurements would be used with the imperial system, along with excessively attaching measurements in any writing, and gain a heightened sense of patriotism towards the United States of America and an unconscious desire to spread SCP-x. This is rightfully so as America is a great country and every square mile of it should be shown this image.
Despite suppressive measures being taken, SCP-x is unconfined as of the time of writing. SCP-x is still in wide use on social media platforms and imageboards. Any printed versions of SCP-x retain its anomalous properties as long as all text is legible. Although significantly harder to comprehend, smaller versions load faster and thus are much faster at spreading; the smallest known instance of SCP-x is 1 by 1 inch. The text's legibility is the only requirement for SCP-x's anomalous effects to occur, as viewing the image through any medium or the image's background being obscured or destroyed does not stop the effects.
Addendum 1: By tracing the IP address of the Twitter account first known to have posted SCP-x, MTF-5280 detained and interrogated the original creator of the image in his luxurious 425 square foot American-built apartment. He did not create the image with its anomalous effects on purpose, and afterwards he was given a Class-1 amnesiac and all traces of SCP-x were deleted off his computer and phone including the original tweet.
"Goddamnit, who wrote this shit? You're not supposed to write the damn thing while looking at the image. Now I need a good 4 liquid ounces of American whiskey." ~ Dr. ████
Twas the night of All Hallow's Eve, and many skeletons would be roaming for tonight only, however many of them would not be real, merely children in costumes. This displeased the calcium creature crawling out of his crypt. It was a real skeleton that had no name, as he didn't remember it, nor much else from his previous personal life. He did know that he always hated this dreadful day, the day he rose from the grave, for it felt like a mockery of his existence to be alive only on the same day everyone dresses just like him. It was part of a contract he had with the man he knew as Baron von Boneyard, he becomes alive for one night a year, as long as he advertises his necromancy services to the public.
It had been a few years since his bony butt was first revived. He remembered "opening his eyes" and looking to see that he was alive again. He was greeted by the Baron, though greeting might not be the right word for it. It was more of a pitch for a job opportunity to become an advertiser for the Baron himself, the salary would be he gets to be alive once more. He however refused the "opportunity" and bargained with the Baron for him to put him back to his eternal rest. The Baron agreed, with on condition, that he works on Halloweens. The Baron's reasoning for bringing him back to life on Halloween was so that he could roam free, as looking like a skeleton this night was common, and his advertisements would go unreported to the police, as people would think it was just a Halloween prank. The skeleton was unsure of the effectiveness of this advertising campaign, but he gets his 364 days of sleep, so he goes along with it.
Our recently resurrected then rattled the dust off his bones, grabbed the pamphlets that were refilled every time he went to sleep, labeled "Necromancer for hire" out of a hidden compartment in his grave, and went out into the night. He went door to door, soliciting necromancy services to whoever would listen. He had a few takers, and a few second lookers, as if they did not believe his story behind his "costume". He pondered for a moment what would happen if he stopped his advertising. Surely the Baron was not watching him right? He was too busy to be watching just one of his many undead minions… right?
The skeletal solicitor was counting down the hours of the night, and it was past twelve o'clock. The skeleton knew he would have no more takers of his pamphlets, most people already went back home from trick or treating, and would be asleep. When this time came others years, the skeleton would start to return home, in preparation for his rest. As soon as the sun came up, he could no longer move, his body returning to unanimated bones. He however had other plans. He previously asked a more friendly household he solicited, "Where's the fun?", and they pointed him to a nearby city.
The nearby city was actually 4 hours of walking. 4 hours wasted. He was bone tired, but he was here… but what to do? Certainly food and drink was off the menu, he couldn't eat or drink, even if he tried. Most shops had closed at this time of day, and due to the holiday. He suddenly regretted his decision of coming here, he had already passed the point of no return, as he could not get back to his grave in time, the sun would be up before then. He wandered the streets, scratching his skull to help himself think. His death then changed as he wandered those streets, thanks to a pink neon sign reading "PAWN SHOP 24/7".
Our calcium cadaver entered the shop, and there was no living, or dead, soul to be seen. He walked around the shop, before seeing a skeleton, though not one like him, just one used for medical purposes, made of plastic. He "smiled" at the faux skeleton, and made a fancy bow. "Ah a fellow skeleton I see, how odd it is to meet you in such a place as this." His teeth chattered as he talked. He rambled on for a while, as security cameras recorded the pawn shop.
The skeletal smooth talker gave up on talking to the skeleton and went around the shop, perusing all the items it had to offer. He didn't quite remember what most of the things did, but they were familiar to him. The skeleton man tried on clothes that he fancied, though his favorites was one that showed off his impressive sternum, and another that went snugly around his pelvis. In the end none of them truly fit his skeletal frame and went bare bones once again.
The Baron's rouge minion eventually went through the all of the pawn shop, except for the music section. He sat on a bench for a piano, and let his bone white fingers dance across the ivory white keys. Skeletal hands made music on the sitar. Calcium arms moved through the air to bang together cymbals. Bony appendages worked together to play the bagpipes. For once in his death, he felt happy to be alive, music was his true passion.
The sun was coming up quick however, sunrise was soon to happen. The skeleton was unfortunately unaware, as he grabbed a brass instrument. He was unsure how this one worked, as the instruments he used before usually just had him use his hands or a tool to play. He looked for instructions as the sun was nearing the horizon. He read and put his mouth to the nozzle of the instrument, putting his hand over the buttons on top of the instrument. The sun bathed the city in light as the skeleton blew a single breath into the instrument as he lost all feeling to his body, and collapsed into a pile of bones.
Quoth the trumpet "doot" and nothing more.
Item #: SCP-x
Object Class: Safe Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-x is contained at ██.██████°N, ███.██████°E. A 1/4 km radius is kept around SCP-x to prevent discovery, under the guise of a nuclear accident. The area is to be staffed by at least 2 D-class personnel, and 4 guards. The guards are to be replaced with new guards and new supplies delivered every month.
A generator that produces no more than 50 kilowatts is to be connected to the house in which SCP-x resides, and the house should not be connected to any other external power source. SCP-x is to be trimmed by the D-class personnel every 6 hours for any unauthorized growth. SCP-x will not be unplugged, have it's generator turned off or any other method in an attempt to kill it.
Authorization required FORMAT THIS
SCP-x-1 is to be locked behind the second-floor bedroom, only acceseed by level 4 researchers. Any D-class attempting access to the room shall be terminated. The on site leading security officer is required to check scp-x for any unauthorized growths daily. This includes, any extra modems,
Description: SCP-x is a biological organism that looks like common electrical equipment, consisting main of vines that look like electrical wires, but can grow more complex electrical equipment like surge protectors and HDMI cables. It's celluar structure shows it is similar to plant cells, and DNA analysis shows that they are 97.9% similar to pueraria montana.
Authorization level or whateer FORMAT THIS
SCP-x-1 is a sentient plant-like organism, that has grown a computer monitor, and internet modems to gain intelligence. Though it does not require the monitor, it uses it to communicate with humans, by using ASCII art to emulate a human face, complete with emotion, blinking, and moving its mouth in correspondence to words.
Discovery Log: SCP-x was found following a unusual power outage in Northern Siberia, with all the power being drained by a single house. The power usage of the house per day was 1.21 gigawatts, prompting the Foundation to send out a response team. They arrived to find the abandoned house overrun with what seemed to be electrical wires. The wires all converged into a center, and after cutting through the wires they found the center of SCP-x, which looked like a typical surge protector, connected into an outlet in the wall, with the wires that covered the house connected to the outlets of the surge protector. To prevent possibly killing the SCP-x, the respondents only disconnected the wires in order to reduce the power that the SCP-x was using.
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