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SCP XYZ, "The Demon, Alcohol"
Item #: SCP-XYZ
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XYZ is to be kept in a standard windowless containment vault. SCP XYZ's containment vault is to be outfitted with a frame that allows it to be stored face-down with doors open, one meter above the floor, such that "returned" bottles immediately fall back out. This arrangement appears to negate SCP-XYZs memetic effects, but as an additional precaution SCP-XYZ is to be covered with an opaque tarp when not in testing.
Security personnel assigned to SCP-XYZ must pass Special Combat Certification 131.7 ("Restraining hostiles while blindfolded"). Security personnel assigned to SCP-XYZ are to be armed with a lighweight CEW* and may carry no other weapons. No personnel, including D-class, with a history of substance abuse may be assigned to SCP-XYZ.
Description: SCP XYZ is a wooden liquor cabinet, 105cm in height, with two small drawers and two main shelves behind wooden openwork doors. No part of SCP XYZ has a lock or latch. SCP XYZ has no visible maker's marks, but analysis suggests it was constructed in the eastern United States sometime around 1910.
SCP XYZ ordinarily contains a collection of 40 unlabeled glass bottles and mason jars of various designs, each with a thin layer of dust and at least half full of alcoholic beverages - Twenty with whiskey, eight with gin, seven with grain alcohol, three with vodka, two with absinthe. The contents of every bottle have been watered down, and several contain heavy metals and other contaminants, suggesting an improvised distilling process.
Any bottles removed from SCP-XYZ anomalously and instantaneously return to it 40 hours after being removed. Any damage is repaired and the layer of dust reappears undisturbed. The contents of each bottle are also returned, unless they are inside the body of a living human.
Any person who looks directly at one of the bottles while it is inside SCP-XYZ is immediately seized by an urgent compulsion to drink the contents of the bottles. Effected individuals show no concern for their own safety or the safety of others, and will unhesitatingly attack anyone attempting to stop them, using any available method. Effected individuals whose stomachs are too full to continue drinking will attempt to absorb further alcohol via improvised enema, or by pouring the bottles into their eyes or any open wounds, though few still have the necessary coordination at this point. If an effected individual is successfully restrained and removed from sight of SCP-XYZ, the compulsive effects fade after an average of 40 hours, though previously effected individuals show an estimated 40-fold increase in their risk of developing a substance abuse disorder.
Document XYZ-1 Addendum: SCP-XYZ was first discovered in an abandoned warehouse in [redacted] following the disappearance of several urban explorers. When it was recovered by Foundation personnel, the top-left drawer contained a document consisting of 40 loose sheets of copier paper, printed with a commercial inkjet printer and estimated to be 15 years old. Designated Document XYZ-1, it appears to be an incomplete transcript of an interview with an unknown individual, recounting their childhood in St. Louis, Missouri, circa the 1920s. Attempts to locate the authors of the document are ongoing.
Exerpt from Document XYZ-1: Well, I suppose nowadays [prohibition] seems like a ridiculous idea, but you have to understand what things were like back then. We didn't understand, you know, what you'd now call alcoholism, or PTSD or really any mental disorder. They were, you know, they were all lumped under "moral failings," the sort of thing decent people don't even need to know about, much less discuss, you know. Then the war happened, and, well, the boys who came back, the ones who did come back, it was like they were different people. They were, well. They had lived through the first global war, you know, the first truly industrial war. And it wasn't like they could take pills, or join support groups or something. [Psychiatrists] were still basically novelties. The drink was all they had. And, God, the things you saw. People I'd known my whole life, throwing their lives away, throwing their families away, for a fifth of gin. Whole alleys filled with men desperately trying to keep drinking, but all too drunk to get the bottles to their faces. It would almost be funny, you know, until you remember there'd be [police] dragging at least a few bodies out of that alley, come the morning. [Prohibition] seemed the only option at the time. It was like…it was like they were possessed.
*Conducted Electrical Weapon, commonly known under the brand name TASER
