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Item #: SCP-5597
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: The road that SCP-5597 sits on has been bought by the Foundation. Any roads intersecting with the road that SCP-5597 sits on have been demolished and rerouted. Anyone to trespass on this property outside of official tests will be amnestized and relocated.
Any individuals leaving SCP-5597 will be promptly detained and amnestized and a cover story will be crafted for their absence if the length exceeds 96 hours. If any other entities leave SCP-5597, they will be sedated, studied, and then terminated.
Description: SCP-5597 is a local bar situated in ████████, █████, previously labeled as ████████'s Secret Saloon. Upon entering SCP-5597, the individual will not experience any change. The inside of the bar has multiple tables turned face-down, along with many chairs. When trying to leave the premises, the subject will sometimes be moved to SCP-5597-1.
SCP-5597-1 resembles earth, with seemingly no human-interaction, besides that of individuals entering SCP-5597-1. The individual will instantly recognize the change upon entering SCP-5597, with a light-blue colored foliage and a darker-blue colored sky. There are no clouds, and no visible satellites. The terrain is remarkably similar to earth, mountains, hills, and bodies of water.
There are a large number of entities currently inhabiting SCP-5597-1, test subjects, previous individuals who enter SCP-5597-1, and other types of entities resembling earth's creatures. Human individuals have created their own small civilizations, similar to those inside of SCP-████.
Any other entity other than human inhabiting SCP-5597-1 is classified as an SCP-5597-2. Many of these creatures take the posture of earth kangaroos, with hard, bony exoskeletons resembling that of insects. They typically have sharp appendages that they use to hunt prey, forage, or for displays of dominance.
SCP-5597-3 are humanoid entities that appear to be human's with blue skin displaying intelligence similar to that of early-humans. SCP-5597-3 have wide faces and their noses are two slits in their face. They show extreme strength and [DATA EXPUNGED]
Any clocks or means to tell the time entering SCP-5597 will malfunction with no explanation. On every digital clock brought into SCP-5597, strange symbols have flashed over the display at random, resembling that of the Hebrew alphabet.
Addendum SCP-5597-1: A Foundation Drone recovered a journal on a previously inhabited fort built by humans. The individual who wrote the journal is ███████ ████, a journalist.
The journal below depicts the individuals experience in SCP-5597.
I was just exploring an abandoned area of ████████. I had gone into four other buildings before I decided to visit ████████'s Secret Saloon. I guess I should've listened to the boarded up windows and caution tape surrounding the entrance. I walked into the bar and immediately a chill ran down my spine. A bunch of tables had been turned over and chairs surrounded them. I had a bad feeling about this place but I continued. There was nothing really interesting so I decided to exit the place, but when I opened the door the street wasn't there. There were no buildings, no fences, nothing except for some weird plants. I've now been here for over 12 hours.
I thought I had seen just about anything, I travel a lot to document my findings. Little did I know I would be trapped in some weird world.
While exploring, I found a bush that had some black, round berries. I might eat them soon, but I don't know if anything here is poisonous.
I haven't seen any sign of living creatures. I can't see any sort of sun in the sky to tell the time, and my watch is no use. The hands on it are just spinning rapidly. I don't have my phone on me, I left it in the car when I came here, if only I had kept it. It's night now, and with no moon I can't see anything without the help of my flashlight. I'm starving. I'll eat the berries.
The berries were extremely bitter, with no other taste, really. I don't feel any sort of side effects from eating them, so I guess I'm fine. I have a full stomach, so I think I'm going to travel more in the morning.
It's brighter now, so I think I'm going to begin traveling. I have been walking now for a few hours, eating more berries. I think i'm starting to bear the taste more.
Okay, so I haven't written in this thing for a long time. Well, what happened was I eventually passed out after walking for like a day straight due to dehydration. Then, apparently, these people found me and brought me to their camp. I now live with six other people. One person, Steve, told me he has been living in this place for a couple years now, and I almost died in the first day.
My crew and I built shelters for ourselves made of the indigenous trees that grow here and vines. Each night we tell stories from our lives before what we call "The Translocating", when we were sent here. Anna told me that she worked in the bar. She had told her coworkers goodbye and then she never came back.
That got me thinking of home and what my family must be thinking. They must think I died somehow. Steve told me stories of people who have escaped this place. In every instance he told me of, one thing stayed the same. The bar always appeared in the middle of nowhere. He said that whenever someone walked inside and then closed the door, they would be transported to earth again, but once one person stepped inside, that was it. No one else could go home, the bar just disappeared.
I think I might die. We had built fortifications around our camp, but that didn't stop them. This was war, but we stand no chance. Barry and I are the only ones left. I had to watch my friends get ripped apart in front of me. Oh, God. I hear them.
Researchers believe the author of the journal encountered SCP-5597-3.
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A large bloodstain is visible next to a series of letters that Foundation Personnel believe to have a hidden meaning.
