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Chapter 01
Item #: SCP - 4059
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP - 4059-1 through SCP - 4059-51 is to be contained as sealed within separate 1 ft x 1 ft x 1 ft dimension 0.5in glass cube, with each entity suspended within a clear gel and oil compound.
Direct handling of any one SCP - 4059 item is strictly prohibited unless authorized via controlled conditions. Handling is to be conducted using a remote controlled drone or similar non-direct method. Additionally, personnel should remain a minimum safe distance of 5ft from any one instance of SCP - 4059.
Description: SCP - 4059 appears to be a set of fifty-one rectangular (2.5 x 3.5 in(6.35 x 9 cm)) blank white cards.
When an SCP - 4059 item is touched, regardless of skin contact (within three to five inches of physical contact between an SCP-4059 instance and the handler), the handler’s blood stains a card; this has been observed to occur on one or both sides of a single card. Currently, thirty-two cards have been handled; fifteen by non-personnel prior to containment, four by personnel prior to containment, seven by personnel post containment, six and by D-Class participants. There have been no reported cases of any discomfort nor alterations to physical nor mental states of any persons who've handled SCP - 4059.
Addendum:
1. Two experiments have been conducted using SCP - 4059, conducted February 11 and February 19.
2. Experimentation currently authorized by SA3-438.
As he sat before his station, staring incredulously at the report he had tweaked, Lance left his mouse cruiser hovering over the submit button, the document addressed to the S4 body for official review. He pondered what updates would be made to the report, let alone whether he or his rather small research team would be afforded the privilege of making alterations. It bothered him that every report developed by his team that had been sent off to S4 had never returned to their station nor records. His brow furrowed on the thought before the sound of the blast doors pager rang. The Fox agent standing guard within the room immediately stood to attention, gun firmly at rest, speaking into the helmet. The man’s voice was inaudible to him as NTF standardized helmets allowed for communication between helmets without said communications being audible to unintended recipients, and though he knew this was the case, Lance still found himself straining to make out any words spoken; though the most he could ever determine was the gender of the operative.
Watching the operative punch a card to a security panel, the blast doors began to part near silently. Lance relaxed once he saw the faces of his cohorts SA2-098 and SA2-114. They had come in with blinding smiles as they walked to the island station centering the room, dropping upon it folders, several tablets, a binder, and the two cups of what smelled to Lance like decaf. He watched to the pair of them move about the room preparing their stations, all the while giggling about their week's plans. Lance scoffed at their flirtatious behavior.
“See you’re set-up already,” said SA2-114 as her station of flashing lights, booting monitors, and towers began humming to life. “Its weird how you get her before us when your quarters are further down the block.”
“Do you not visit the cafe before coming here?” SA2-098 asked as his station also hissed to life from the far end of the large console deck. “Or at least the community center? Who knows, you might meet someone you like there.”
“Like it’d matter,” Lance retorted in a manor which revealed SA2-098’s jab had obviously gotten under his skin. “Can’t have any relationship without authorization.” Lance turned away from the pair when SA2-114 nudged her elbow into SA2-098’s side, rousing a chuckle from him before the two locked themselves into a deep and passionate kiss.
Lance hated how this facility ran, or maybe it was this specific division? He didn’t know, but he had strong protests about how employee relations were regulated here. Then again, he also thought to his previous assigned station, recalling only the sensation of unease and cold washing over him. Surely being tortured here is leagues better than whatever memory the past carried. Still, as he pushed forward the release the control room observatory blast shielding, he couldn't stop his eyes wondering to the pair next to him, now fully embraced into a tangle of limbs and kissing sounds. He understood the nature of his position here within station four, considering the briefing upon his reassignment from an S1 to an S2 researcher, but he hadn't understood the need for such strict regulations on personal relationships. Upon being assigned to S2, S2 individuals and S2 parties must conform to a strictly professional behavior among fellow S2’s, NTF(Fox) Detail, and D-Class parties. S2’s may evolve relationships past professional demeanor to romantic demeanor only when specifically authorized and/or rewarded by site Administration; even then, fraternization may only occur between those of the same class. The odds that Lance, even if awarded such authorization, would find someone like SA2-114, a gorgeous blue-eyed brunette; or for that matter; any other pretty woman among the S2 class was futile at best. Then again, he could get lucky like SA2-098 and be specifically assigned to someone sweet and pretty like SA2-114, but Lance had just assume better odds of being promoted to S4 for as little as breathing oxygen consistently.
“Cut it out Charles, we need to begin the procedure.” The sound of her voice jolted Lance out of his daze. Dragging his fingers across the long screen before him as images and data returned near instantly.
Charles named the data being displayed. “Testing sound, testing sound… Prep procedure for SCP-dash-Four-Zero-Five-Nine is underway. Personnel call-outs now underway. This is Sierra-Alpha-Two-dash-Zero-Eight-Nine, on standby…” Charles turned to his team. “How we looking?”
“I’m set,” Lance stated as he attempted to catch snippets of the initiation sequence data scrolling quickly along the screens before him. He leaned forward above his console before speaking into the microphone. “This is Sierra-Alpha-Two-dash-One-Seven-One, on standby.”
“Nat?” Charles asked, addressing the woman at center station.
“My station is taking longer than usual to boot- oh, there it is!” Natalli said fidgeting with her mic. “This is Sierra-Alpha-Two-dash-One-One-Four, on standby.” Backing away from her mic, Natalli scanned the stations collectively. “Shields not fully retracted, but our vitals, atmosphere, and hardware are currently in the green- do you guys hear ringing?”
Both men looked at her. Lance started to speak when he had began to notice it, or at least he believed he can hear it, he wasn’t actually sure. He heard Charles confused response of ‘I can't actually tell’ and agreed his response was similar. The three of them turned to face the back of the room toward the two Fox operatives standing idle on both ends of the blast door, Lance not realizing a second Fox had entered with his cohorts.
Charles called to them. “Either of you two hear a ringing sound? May be faint?”
Both Foxes looked to one another. The Fox on the left spoke, his voice sounding as though it came through an amp. “No, do you require assistance?” he asked as he stepped forward.
Charles put a hand up. “No, just need an answer.”
The Fox stepped back into place before answering “no”, with the other parroting the answer.
“I’ll log it just to be sure,” Lance stated, typing the entry to his screen as the observatory viewing display switched on, with various portions of the screen generating visual noise before the user interface fully loaded. As Lance typed, Charles activated the control room’s suspension system, slowly lowering the entire deck to ground level, the cabin fitting into place with the sounds of locking mechanisms. Through the viewing window, Lance observed the prep staff as the experiment was being set up within a near completely white chamber. He watched as an S1 researcher guided the efforts of the prep team, consisting of two armed Fox guards standing either side of the chamber; both beside large blast doors. Three forklift-like drones wheeled in what looked to be 1ft glass cubes, mounting them neatly along elevated shelves which lined the furthest wall. Pressing a button on his console, Lance watched as the EYE system, a complex series of high-shutter DLSR1 stationary and mobile cameras mounted along walls, ceiling, and floor, with several cameras fixed to three flexible mechanical arms; all of which immediately came to life, all performing various short movements and focusing actions as part of its automated systems check. Lights within the cabin dimmed as the S1 researcher faced the glass with right hand raised; arm bent at a ninety degree angle; performing the interfacing gesture. This triggered the view interface to draw a loading and tracking circle around the man’s hand with the microphone icon displayed.
“This is Sierra-Echo-One-dash-Four-Seven-Seven, completing test preparations,” the S1 stated rigidly. “Handling with drones Alpha-Fourteen, Delta-Two, and Lima-Eleven.”
Natalie giggled when the man spoke. “Hi Ben!” she whispered allowed knowing the man couldn't hear her with her much inactive.
“Ben,” Charles retorted on a huff. “The hell kind of name is that?”
“That's what I've been calling him.” Natalli shot back in a low tone, leaning towards Charles.
“Hell I've been calling him Dwight,” replied Charles as he rest his cheek upon her head.
Lance grew tired of their flirtatious behavior, wanting to get the current trail over with so he could get away from these two. Leaning forward to make his microphone active, he gave the coming announcement more forcefully than intended: “S-Class call-outs concluded. Begin detail call-out.”
“Fox Delta-dash-Nine-One-Five in chamber on standby.”
“Fox Charlie-dash-Nine-Two-Two in chamber on standby.”
“Fox Tango-dash-Three-One-Two in control room on standby.”
“Fox Charlie-dash-Six-Five-Five in control room on standby.”
“Date: June 4th, 2015 for SCP - 4059; test three,” came Charles's voice over the intercom before sighing loudly and leaning in his seat.
Natalli pushed a few buttons to reveal the profile images of seven individuals; all wearing orange jumpsuits; onto the screen. “These are our test subjects. They've already been briefed on cooperation for today's test and are currently in route.”
“That’s fine,” said Charles before activating his mic. “SE1-477, any e-t-a for preparation completion?”
Lance noticed the two had stopped their flirtations, either due to the time of inappropriate behavior had passed or his uneasiness at their actions was blatant enough for their testing to cease. Either way, he hoped their interactions would remain this way for the duration of the trial.
“Yes, preparations are just about complete. S-E-1-dash-4-7-7 on standby.” The researcher stepped away from the observation screen as the D-class roster was minimized; revealing five rows of glass cubes with most containing a single card object; cards which appeared to be stained with mostly dried blood. Each cube sat upon a complex pedestal, one which would allow each cube to be elevated, shaken, or rotated. Toward the center of the room, much closer to the observation screen, were seven podiums; each with a single glass cube upon identical pedestals containing an exposed card.
“Since we have a minute or two before D-class shows up, let's do a quick analysis,” Lance suggested as he punched in a command to his console to bring up previous trail records of each object, all of which were shown as highlighted yellow-orange squares stroked around each cube object, with light contrast and offset squares tucked behind each cube object; a graphical indication of multiple items being available per object. With the touch of a button, little over a third of the the squares flickered to a red hue, indicating a change in the object’s state.
Natalli cursed under her breath, prompting both men to look at her. She brought up a screen with tables and dates, skimming through the information at an alarmingly fast rate. “I’m not seeing any access entries prior to this test, not since the previous experiment.”
Lance revealed the tabbed items displayed behind each square, which displayed each and every object’s visual state of the previous test beside the current physical objects on screen. The three of them glared intently at the red objects and their visual records, noticing most of the cards seem to have different smear patterns than previously recorded. Most, in fact, now had black stains across it’s surfaces, though a few were nearly covered entirely with black stains. “Hey Charles, can you rotate a few of these?”
Charles complied with a slow drag of his fingers across his console. Several of the red-marked objects rotated with their pedestals a full one-hundred and eighty degrees, revealing a clear white face of each object. He then had all remaining cubes, including the seven objects at center room, rotate a full one-hundred and eighty degrees as well; all of them revealing clear white faces. “Maybe the objects are more Euclid than we thought?” Charles suggested as he returned all objects to their original positions. “You think this calls for a change of class?”
“Not till we have some understanding of what these alterations signify,” Natalli answered, her eyes now scanning a different screen full of information. Her expression seemed to be one of disappointment. “Right now we just don't know what this means.”
Lance had been well into recording his observations of the cards, noting the cards were originally covered on both sides with stains. With his eyes closed and focusing on his memory, he blindly typed up a segment detailing the changes in every card he'd seen. When he finished, he doubled checked the results displayed on the observation screen to find his report to be one hundred percent accurate. “Changes have been manually logged.”
“Resetting object positioning,” Charles announced over comms as he tapped several buttons on his console.
The pedestals all returned to default positions as one of the chamber Fox closest to the blast doors touched a hand to his helm. “D-Class participants have arrived, have been briefed for procedure, and are currently on standby.”
The S1 made the interfacing gesture once more as he spoke. “Preparations have been completed and the trail is ready to proceed. Copy?
“SA2-098, ready to proceed.” Charles announced, prompting a secondary call-out from everyone; once again in descending order or class from the other S2's to the NTF Fox operatives currently present, all of which announced their identification numbers followed by ‘ready to proceed’.
With chamber doors opening with an accompanying ringing sound, the D-Class subjects were ushered into the chamber, all of them looking bewildered as they were directed by a third, fourth, and fifth Fox to stand center of the room. The newly present Fox details announced their identification tags with each starting ‘ready to proceed’. Circles appeared on the UI screen around the D-Class's hands and faces, identifying them: D-1419, D-5002, D-7119, D-3382, D-3344, D-2452, and D-0748.
Lance took an interest to D-7119 as he mentally swore to himself that he recognize him. He pondered the thought briefly before realizing he didn't have the time to dwell on the trivial. He leaned forward. “Welcome, D-Class. You have all been briefed on your conduct and cooperation for today's proceedings, as well as the consequences of insubordination. With that said, today's activity is quite simple,” Lance stated as Charles brought forth seven podiums toward the center of the test chamber, each with a robotic arm retrieving the cards from their respective cubes and held at a comfortable height. “Each of you will touch a card as directed, and with your full cooperation, this activity will conclude rather quickly.” The D-Class members began muttering amongst themselves, unknowing that the EYE system captured their mouth movements while displaying approximated subtext of their words to the observation screen. Although, both D-2452 and D-7119 remained silent but wary. “Each of you may choose a podium to stand before. When directed, you may touch the card for several seconds. However, do not attempt to remove the cards from the robotic clamps, do not touch nor remove the cubes. Do not attempt to alter the card's position, the cube’s position, nor move the podiums. Failure to comply will result in disciplinary action.” Lance waited while the D-Class voiced further suspicions to themselves, seeing the words ‘man this is fucked up’ from D-2452 and ‘I don't like this shit, I don't like any of this shit’ from D-5002.
“Hey do you think something major will happen if all these cards get stained?” Natalli asked allowed.
“I hope so,” Lance replied, “But then again…”
Charles leaned forward before he spoke. “Please choose a podium and stand before it.”
With cautious demeanor, each of the D-Class participants chose a podium. As they each approached, the stains on the corresponding cards became fluid, like ink in water, and slowly flushed away to the card edges; leaving a blank white card. Several of the D-Class participants backed away from the podiums immediately.
“No,” came D-3344. “Hell no!”
“What the fuck is this?” D-3382 shot.
The D-Class’s protest of the activity brought a noticeable response from Fox detail within the chamber, their weapons poised at the participants. At this point, SE1-477 backed away from D-Class to stand shielded behind the Fox operative closest to the chamber doors. During the commotion, Lance and Natalli were detailing the behavior of SCP-4059
“Did that happen during the last experiment?” Charles asked, scrolling through visual records on his station’s screen.
Lance had scuttled his seat next to Natalli's to scan her screen. She held a finger over the page down button, forcing the screen contents to cycle from top to bottom in almost a blur. “I'm not seeing any record of a previous change,” He exclaimed just before the report reached the end of the page.
“I hadn't seen anything either,” Natalli informed before grabbing one of her folders and sifting through its pages at an alarmingly fast rate.
One of the Fox agents in the control room began speaking, the voice encrypted and audibly indiscernible, prying the scientist’s attention from their stations.
“Okay,” Charles said aloud, drawing Lance and Natalli to the current task. “Let’s gets this under control.” He leaned over his station as he spoke. “Participants, there is no call for alarm as this is normal behavior of the device.” Charles gave an ‘I don't know, just go with it’ gesture as his colleagues looked to him. “As directed, each of you will stand before a card and touch it for two to three seconds.” The D-Class participants seem to be visibly settled at this revelation, but caution and wariness still dawned their faces. The crew waited, watching silently as the D-Class member stepped forward to each podium, looking to one another to see who would be brave enough act first.
This went on for several minutes before Lance became frustrated. “Please touch the card before for two the three seconds,” he instructed before reclining back into his seat. “What are they waiting for? Why do they think something will happen if they touch the thing?”
“Think of it this way,” Natalli began, turning to him in her seat. “You are a D-Class, an inmate who was transferred from a maximum security prison to an unknown facility, and all you likely know of this place is that you have a private cell with no way to communicate with anyone else, and after who knows how long, you’re brought with others to a room with armed security, robots all over the place, and a guy in robes telling you to touch a glowing thing. You’d probably be wary of actually touching the thing as well.”
Lance thought on this as Charles asked: “How do you know this? Or how do you figure what D-Class handling is like?”
“I read D-Class Conduct and Counseling Manual,” Natalli replied with sass. “Something you were supposed to read as well.”
“I read it too,” Lance cut in with a sigh, mentalling shouting at the observation window for someone to do something.
“That manual is half as thick as most field manuals I’ve read.” Charles replied defensively. “Besides, why do we really-”
Charles fell immediately silent when D-2452 reached out above the podium. Despite there being several systems in place for recording an experiment (starting half an hour before a test is scheduled to occur which all observation decks, test chamber, control center and the outer halls leading to the observation decks, test chamber, and control center), Natalli was poised and ready to manually transcribe any event which may occur. When D-2452 touched the card, Natalli’s fingers began pecking at her station with alarming speed; describing how D-2452 reached out, touched the object, and-
Nothing occurred when the participant touched the card, her finger on the card for several seconds before pulling away, a combined look of uncertainty and relief upon her expression as she backed several feet from the podium. Several other D-Class members, upon witnessing the lack of consequence, also touched card objects before them. Lance recorded those individuals being D-1419, D-0748, D-7119, D-5002, and D-3382 who did so with a chuckle. With these actions, no change of color could be seen.
“Guess this one’s not going to be all that eventful.” Natalli suggested with a shrug of her shoulders.
“Probably a good thing,” Lance added.
“Oh come on, really?” Charles mumbled at the two D-Class who had not participated, He braced himself, likely to hide his impatience before leaning forward. “D-3382 and D-3344, please touch the card object in front of you.” He sat back against his seat. “Let’s just get this over with already.”
Lance looked over the two to catch a flirtation glance between them and once again became disgusted and jealous. It was obvious what these two had in mind after the trail as the rest of their day will be free once the mandatory debrief has concluded. Lance rolled his eyes, deciding to focus on D-3382, who had his hand outstretched, still in debate on whether to touch the object. Lance felt the growing impatience as he really wanted to get away from his colleagues, thinking he’d stop by the psych ward just to vent his frustrations about them, the unfairness of it all. His mind wandered to how things were between them just a few month prior; before the two were specifically assigned to a relationship. They were just a typical research group, their own division within the SCP Foundation. Even as D-3382 touch his finger to the card object, Lance remembered how professional their demeanor were toward one another. Back then, there were no names, just 171, 098, and the admittedly beautiful 114 of Sierra Alpha Team Two. Lance continued to wander about how his friendship with 098 grew over several months, finding common grounds with the books they read during their free time, before he dubbed himself ‘Charles’ after a character in a western literature he really like. Lance had also chosen his own name later that day, choosing ‘Lance’ from the current science fiction novel he’s currently reading. Even as he logged the events of the current experiment, he recalled how Natalli got her name; that being from a character in Charles’s book where… where a tavern girl named Nat… girl name Natalie…
— (continued in Chapter 2)
