destinysday - SCP Sandbox III

destinysday

Item#: 5XXX

Level3

Containment Class:

safe

Secondary Class:

{$secondary-class}

Disruption Class:

ekhi

Risk Class:

danger

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Image of SCP-5XXX in containment

Special Containment Procedures:
SCP-5XXX is to be contained in a standard containment locker at site 19. Any water excreted by SCP-5XXX should be mopped up immediately upon discovery to ensure continued efficiency of containment.

Description:
SCP-5XXX is a 16 x 11 x 5 cm yellow cleaning sponge . SCP-5XXX has been able to excrete substantial amounts of liquids, that to the Foundations knowledge, appears to be infinite. See Testing Logs.

Despite its capability to discharge what appears to be infinite amounts of liquid, SCP-5XXX is always dry. Even after coming into contact with liquids, either through excretion or other methods, there is no evidence that it ever came into contact with any substances, as no lingering dampness will be present. SCP-5XXX will begin to discharge water at the lightest application of pressure . Various methods ranging from lightly poking to squeezing by hand will produce water from SCP-XXXX.

As of █/██/20██ the Foundation has not been able to inflict any damage upon SCP-5XXX. Attempts were made to tear or puncture SCP-5XXX but to no avail.

+ Testing Logs

+ Addendum-01

Audio log transcript submitted by Dr. Adams,head on site research specialist regarding SCP 5XXX. On ██/██/2021
*Begin Log
" This is Doctor Adams, delivering my weekly report on the anomalies contained in storage wing B. First on the docket is SCP-XXXX. Data collected indicates containment is holding at a stable rate, with sensory readings not showing anything abnormal from its base status. However, at this time, I would like to formally request new security measures be put in place. Additional failsafes to ensure the structural stability of SCP-XXXX’s containment unit. We've all heard those recordings. We know this thing can do… has done. I'd rather have the containment procedures go a little over budget and have some peace of mind than have an incident occur.
*End Log

As of ██/█/20██, the Foundation is still digitally repairing files recovered with SCP-5XXX. The following are some initial files that have been recovered:

[Personal recordings of subject Jared Matthews.
*Begin log*
"Looking back, I can remember how everyone always seemed to complain about water. Always going on about how clean the water was, if the water tasted funny, what temperature they preferred their water at when taking a shower…
God, when was the last time I even had a proper shower? Been almost a week…
But there was one thing nobody ever stopped to consider. I know I certainly never did: what if the Earth had too much water? There was always enough for everyone, except for droughts and deserts and shit. But for the most part it was a non issue. If someone had told me the world was suddenly going to be flooded, I probably would have dismissed them as crazy and walked away. Most people would.

So the other night when the national news came on and mentioned something about a flood, it wasn't too weird, outside of happening in the middle of nowhere, it wasn't too hard to explain if you thought about it. Next morning some wanna-be illuminati group calling themselves the SCP Foundation made themselves known, everyone was pretty skeptical. Their message was on every t.v. channel, radio and computer. These people supposedly worked to protect humanity from the horrors and monstrosities that people couldn't imagine. Real eldritch, stuff of nightmare, dinner with your mother-in-law, type of scary things. But they failed. Their message talked about how one of the things they had locked away wasn't contained properly. Because of that the world was going to be flooded and humanity would be washed away. The screens switched from some weird symbol with three inward pointed arrows to a picture of a sponge, and the message repeated. Wasn't any different from what you'd use to scrub your car or something. I got a pretty good laugh out of that.

And I wasn't the only one. Plenty of Youtubers, vloggers, and theorists started posting videos and ideas non-stop. The news coverage tried to explain away this 'elaborate hoax'. Everyone tried to explain how this group managed to hack so many devices at once. Or why they would pick something as stupid as a sponge as the thing that would end the world, if they were seriously trying to fool anyone. Because, come on, the idea that a fucking sponge was going to end the world was absurd.

I can only vaguely remember what happened next. The world governments all began to confirm the Foundations message in succession.(The one time bureaucracy does an efficient job, and it's the end of the world, figures.) That went about as well as anyone could have expected. Mass riots and cult rituals seemed to break out almost immediately. I'd rather not think of some of the things that must've happened back then. People are capable of some horrifying things when they're scared. Some even thought that maybe they could be safe if they could get to a store and buy some canned food and bottled water. That the few supplies they could get would be enough to prevent the end.

I'm certain other people stayed home, cherishing their families. But who knows, having almost every person in the world try to send an email or make a call isn't that good for the communication networks. It got to the point that everything stopped working for a while. I never did get to hear from my family after that announcement was made… I hope they didn't suffer too much.

About 20 hours before the world was supposed to end the 'Foundation' sent out another broadcast. They said they had coordinated with the world's governments to let people on ships at select places up and down coastal countries select places. They would try to let as many people on as possible. They even urged private corporations and boat owners to help others. I was too far away to actually drive anywhere, but I had my old dingy. I just grabbed as much food, water and gas as I could and hopped in. The radio was intermittently broadcasting directions to ship sites and ads for the 'Manna Charitable Foundation' telling people to get in contact with them for help and Dr. Wondertainments Fabulous Survival Floaties for hours on end.

It didn't take as long as you’d think really. At first all I could think about was how stupid I must look sittin there on the water like that. I mean sure, there were a few other boats on the water, but there were a good number of onlookers huddled on the shore. Despite the water being a bit choppy and the sky overcast, there was nothing apocalyptic about it. Eventually people just went back inside. But just like with Noah, God decided it was time to take a piss.

The water trickled in from the horizon just past the tree line. The docks and rocky shore inevitably faded below the water. It just… it just didn't stop. Seeing a house you’ve lived in for over 20 years be submerged like that in a matter of minutes along with everything you once owned is hard. But for fucks sake… when you can drive your boat over the tops of redwoods like they're seaweed, and they're still drowning deeper under the water. The hell is anyone supposed to think after that? Just sat there until the radio started putting out more coordinates and left.

I remember runnin out of gas a couple hours later. Still one of the lucky ones i guess. I had been using some binoculars to look around. Took me some time before I saw anything, but I managed to find more people. Cruises and yachts, and so many other boats. I could have cried. I was just happy to not be the last person on Earth, ya’know? It would take some time to get there but I was still so lucky… others weren't.

I was too relieved at first to notice something was wrong. The water around the boats was too frothy, way too active. ( a long pause ensues) I could see hundreds of people in the water. People hanging on to barrels or whatever else could float. The water was running red with people trying to claw their way onto the boats. Kicking, hitting, and bashing others trying to climb on where they could. It was chaos. And it lasted for hours. Those who didn't get on the ships either died in the process or eventually just lost the strength to keep themselves above the water. By the time I drifted over there, the entire ocean was littered with bodies…

I don't want to think about it anymore. Just thought that talkin about this might help keep me calm. Try to rationalize things. I've seen a few people wearing that Foundation logo going from boat to boat. I’m gonna go.]

+ Audio Log-04

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[Personal recordings of subject D-1283, Jared Matthews

Begin log

Not sure why I'm even doing this, suppose you could just chalk it up to nostalgia. Where do I start? It's been about 5 years since the flood. To say things were hectic at the beginning would be quite an understatement. Even the ones who made it onto the boats were keeling over in insane numbers. Lack of food, overcrowding, and sickness all had a field-day on a lot of the ships. But eventually people figured things out, and the fleets started to come together. Big aircraft carriers and cruises became floating farms and labs. Every boat had a role. I guess having something to do really helped people keep going. It slowly started to become a new normal.

And ours wasn't the only one. There were a couple dozen fleets like that across the world. A few even anchored around a couple of the mountains that hadn't gone under. Everest was a popular camp for a while. But I guess that couldn't be allowed to continue. Took some time but the storms started to get in the way. Some rain and wind wouldn't have been too bad, but this new world was a perfect pot of shit to make some super hurricanes. A lot of fleets sank in those storms. Poor bastards never saw it coming. The rest of us were forced into some new, secret underwater stations. The Foundation had been getting these things ready for awhile, even before shit hit the fan. Course they just recently got finished now that they started putting their full attention to them. Which makes it all the more impressive that these stations have made life even shittier. You'd be amazed at the sheer amount of maintenance this place constantly needs. Lucky to get through the day without a handful of new burns or cuts. Hell even the clothes are a pain in the ass. The orange jumpsuits they have us wear are itchy beyond belief. Don't even get me started on the chaffing…

The Foundation are a bunch of hard asses, but they do what they have to do to keep things running smoothly and not let the station fall into chaos. Do what you're told, follow the rules and things will be fine. But limiting supply consumption is important for sustainability. So people who break the rules have to make up for it. Most people on the station started calling them "Scuba divers''. What a sick way to think about it. They’re going out on supply runs on an ocean planet, most slowly drowning and dying, for Christ's sake. Of course, the Foundation doesn't like to focus on that, so instead they focus on the part of their story where "these brave men and women went on a journey for the benefit of us all" and "they were looking for valuable resources and devices to help future generations of the base". Some people tried asking why we didn't just try to join up with the other stations, instead of just scavenging the oceans. The only answer they got was that not being an option. Something about long distance travel being dangerous due to giant eels and other monsters out there? … Whatever, probably just some Foundation bull.

Now, I don't think anyone actually believes their stories. I don't think anyone's that stupid. I have only ever heard of maybe 18 out of the 600 or so people who had been sent out ever returning. But people chose to play along, and what other choice do they have? Its not like we can leave (a slow buzzing sound can be heard in the background)
" Fuck. So much for my night off."]

+ Audio Log-05

+ Audio Log-06

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[Audio, visual and technical log transcripts recorded from ADSS(Automated Deep Sea Shuttle) 3 and subjects dive suits
*begin log
( All ten subjects can be seen in the video feed. A pre-recorded message detailing their objective and terms for return begins to play. Terms are to obtain and return with adequately useful supplies to benefit the station).

(Subjects begin arguing amongst themselves as to what items would be considered 'adequately useful' to ensure their return. Complaints grew louder upon the understanding they had 24 hours to find their supplies and return to the shuttle)

(01:00 shuttle lands. All ten subjects exit the shuttle.)

(Sounds of sobbing and despair can be heard from several members of the group. Camera feed confirms the surroundings of the group as murky, dark waters. The remains of buildings can be seen in the distance.)

( Gasps can be heard as the camera turns in the direction of three members of the crew, along with cries of profanity. Three members had attempted to remove their helmets. The commotion is captured between the radio and camera feed, as the three members' suits were compromised from the intense pressure. Liquified organs and blood can be seen leaking from the breaks in the seal. Sounds indicating nausea, heaving and sobbing can be heard. The remaining crew leave the landing site).

( 02:35 The crew is traversing across the seafloor. They eventually stop for the night)

(06:45 The crew departs again, the sounds of the divers traversing through the water is the only audible sound)

( 11:05 The crew arrives at the city. The crew decides to split up to look on their own)

(13:55 A sound can be heard on the receiving channel of the radio. Described as a metallic tearing and sharp hissing noise. Subject Jared Matthews is heard talking to himself. Explaining the noise to be faulty wiring in one of the others suits, but notes his discomfort in regards to the sound. At this time contact between one of the crew members and operations control was lost)

(16:24 A call goes out over the radio. Subject Collins reports his findings of a preserved cache of tools and is returning to the shuttle. He wishes the others luck. Much to the evident aggravation of the other crew members)

( 16:37 Subject Jared Matthews is continuing to explore the abyssal ruins of the city. Everything the camera pans over is in varying degrees of disrepair, with various aquatic plant life growing from the buildings, numerous sea life darting out of view from the edge of the light, and crumbling infrastructure everywhere. Subject checks several of the buildings to no avail)

( 16:50 subject pauses to observe an unusual coral growth on the outside of a building, later determined to be an instance of SCP-835, before swimming away)

(17:01 Audible excitement as subject Matthews finds a hospital. Subject swims through the lobby and towards the storage area. Much of the medicine inspected has expired or has experienced water damage, however the subject begins to pack everything deemed usable: sealed bandages, a variety of pills, and 2 vials of morphine.)

( The subject begins running back through the hospital. Structural stability of the building has severely deteriorated as evident by the ceiling and floor crumbling beneath the subject.)

*audio and visual feed is garbled as the subject falls though the floor.

(Vital signs from subjects' suits indicate several cracked ribs, a shattered left wrist and a high probability of a concussion.)

(17:12 Subject is slowly making his way back toward the shuttle site, carrying what supplies survived the collapse.)

(17:56 Subject is attempting to back towards the shuttle.)

(19:23 Subject is still attempting to get back toward the shuttle)

(23.37 subject is still attempting to get back to the shuttle. Recorded vital signs point to exhaustion. Desperate pleading can be heard over the radio)

(01:21 camera pans toward the dust plume spreading through the water from the shuttle site. Subject collapses onto the sea floor. A long stream of profanities can be heard. Subject is actively crying and pounding the ground to little effect.)

(01:32 Subject is collapsed on the seafloor, not moving. Subject suddenly begins to rummage through the bag of collected goods and manages to pull out the morphine. Subject struggles with the needle, eventually piercing the leg piece of their suit. Subject injects the vials of morphine Oxygen levels are critically low.)

(Subject begins mumbling incoherently about his family, the retrieval mission he was on and [REDACTED]. Head camera settles on the horizon. The camera receives a blurry image and the fringes of its range of a sponge. Subject Jared Matthews is pronounced dead.)]

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