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Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Any individual who knows of the existence or has seen SCP-XXXX is to be stripped of all former status and positions before being administered an amnestic and delivered to Site-77, all agents assigned to delivering the individuals are to have permanent hearing loss as to not contract the infohazard.
Description: SCP-XXXX is an infohazardous entity that, unfortunately, the foundation does not fully understand. The entity can only be perceived whenever an individual observes any auditory or visual description of SCP-XXXX. After such conditions are met the entity will appear to the infected subject, because of the nature of this SCP the foundation has prohibited the describing of SCP-XXXX. However we have found a way to avoid this by describing what it isn’t.
The entity in question is by far non humanoid, SCP-XXXX doesn’t have more or less than 5 sides and has one less dimensions than three dimensional objects. It is not a color other than black. This concludes the visual description of SCP-XXXX though it should be noted that all abilities that the entity possesses can be predicted, before using an anomalous ability white runes and symbols appear in the surface of SCP-XXXX.
SCP-XXXX is only visible to individuals who know of is existence, once it has infected an individual the entity will then try to manipulate the subject. It is described as very influential and easy to agree with, but the things it says are not consistent with what the subject would usually take interest in. SCP-XXXX will often convince its host to commit acts of homicide or genocide, this can be resisted but when a subject agrees to help SCP-XXXX they cannot change their mind.
Along with being forced to kill, when agreeing to SCP-XXXX’s requests it will then become visible to uninfected individuals, albeit through camera lenses. Although it is not advanced to try to observe SCP-XXXX as it will result in an immediate infection.
SCP-XXXX will go to great lengths to protect its host, teleporting him away if in danger and causing excruciating headaches for anyone who it perceives as a threat.
It is unknown what the being’s intentions are but all subjects who listen to him often resort to homicidal tendencies.
ADDENDUM XXXX-A:
This was the video log of a previous MTF operative contained in Site 77, it is unknown how this file was transferred to this document. Investigation is ongoing to find if someone in the site is able to access the internet.
Begin log:
Entry 1: (Video buzzed to life showing Eric Strider.)
Strider: Is this damn thing working? Oh the lights blinking, that’s good. Hello, whoever is watching. One of the people who led me here told me that making a video log to kinda get thoughts or feelings off your chest.
(Eric scratches the back of his head.)
Strider: Well the only fucking thought on my chest is ‘why can’t I remember anything?’ I woke up on a tiled floor in front of an… elevator I think. I walked through a door on the other end of the room and was taken to my own room by some people. I didn’t realize I had lost my memory until someone said that was a normal thing around here. I… I can’t think straight. I try to remember stuff but every time I always run into black wall between my conscious self and who I was before walking up on the tiled floor of some fucking bunker!
(Eric slams his fist down on the table and turns off the camera.)
Entry 2: (Eric seems much more calm and appears to have just woken up.)
Strider: Hello, again. Since my last update I have calmed down a bit, I was Eric, I think. Eric Strider. I’ve gotten that far until slamming into the void in my mind. It has been frustrating to say the least, but I’m coming to terms with what this place has given me. There’s a nice old man who walked me through what he thinks this is.
Strider: According to him, the world has ended on the surface. And us as survivors must live underground to escape the terrors of the outside world. Apparently when entering the bunker it is mandatory to have your memory wiped as to not make others fear the horrors on the surface. When I asked the guy what the horror is he described it as a ‘dark shape’. I’m not sure what he meant by that…
Strider: But apparently this place isn’t that bad, about 400 people live here and all have their own laws, food, entertainment. The old man, Jimmy, even took me out to the local bowling alley to blow off some steam. He kicked my ass, guess I wasn’t too good at bowling.
(Eric chuckles to himself for a while before shaking his head.)
Strider: Other than that I’ve been sitting in my bedroom they gave me, trying to find a way around the void in my mind. I’ve had… mixed results. On one hand I figured out my name, on the other I figured out nothing else. It’s frustrating but it’s better than being bored. I think I’ll talk to Jimmy about where I can find a job, these guys actually have a currency. They found about 500 decks of playing cards in storage which they use as cash ranging from 1C to 10C in the numeral cards and 20C to 80C in the face cards. 20C being Jack, 40C being Queen and so on. That’s cool and all but I’m wondering how the hell I’m supposed to gamble when the cards are cash.
Entry 3: Strider: Another day, another pack of cards am I right? That’s how the saying goes right? I just worked my first day as a cashier at our local grocery store. I say local like we have another option but it's the only one. It’s nothing glamorous but it pays well enough, I was able to buy some food when my shift ended. Jimmy is a manager at the place and helped me through what I was supposed to do. I asked him about where the food came from and he informed me of a farm about a mile away with crops that are grown with huge, extremely bright lights and tons of animals bred to be slaughtered. Whoever made this place really thought of everything.
(Strider looks down and goes silent for a moment.)
Strider: I saw something odd today, while ringing someone up. I heard a voice over my shoulder and when I turned around I saw a shape. A [DATA EXPUNGED] in fact, just sitting there rotating, I was so puzzled I didn’t know how to react. I turned away for half a second and it was gone. I asked Jimmy and he said that everyone sees them, the best course of action is to ignore them and to never listen to them. Or it. There might only be one. It’s a lot to take in but I think I’m getting used to it.
Entry 4: Strider: Today was a lot like yesterday, just worked, saw the [DATA EXPUNGED] a few times and obviously ignored it like Jimmy told me, but the thing was I started hearing words in the voice whispering from the shape. Weirded me out a bit. It was a woman’s voice saying the same sentence over and over again. I managed to pick out a few different words. Cold, numb and nothing. Everything else was pretty inaudible.
Strider: Anyways I have tomorrow off so I think I’m going to take a jog to the farms to look at the cows or some shit.
Entry 4.5: SCP-XXXX: im so cold…
Entry 5: Strider: Jog was a blast, Jimmy went with me and let me tell you, guys in better shape than me at sixty years old. I had trouble keeping up with the fucker and when we finally made it to the farms the guy had barely broken a sweat! That aside the farms were massive, huge herds on cows grazing on the flat surface. They had actual dirt there, something I didn’t realize I hadn’t seen since I arrived here, the slight give of the soil felt odd compared to the tiled floors I had grown accustomed to. Jimmy showed me around and pointed out how they ran the show, really cool might go up there another day to relax.
Entry 6: Strider: This morning I saw I had an extra file and saw an odd video, it was the [DATA EXPUNGED] floating in front of the screen. All I heard was the sound of grinding metal and a woman’s voice saying ‘it’s cold' again. Creeped the fuck outta me. Think I’m going to have dinner at Jimmy’s tonight, can’t stand to be here by myself right now.
Entry 7: Strider: I’m covered in blood…
Entry 8: Strider: I killed someone yesterday. I still don’t think I processed it fully but then again maybe I don’t need to. The way I reacted, it felt like I had done it before. Let me start at the beginning. Some guy, Jimmy said he was a policeman before the [DATA EXPUNGED] turned him, walked in and started waving a gun around. Jimmy told me to run but for some reason I couldn’t budge, trust me I was trying to run away but my body was forcing me to sit there and watch. He was screaming at us as some ran, others begged for mercy. I remember him calling us weak for not ‘accepting his word’ as he is ‘the next step in our evolution as a species.’
Strider: I didn’t move for a long time, I just sat there and watched. That is until he walked toward my coworker Nancy. Nancy was nice, I miss her. He told Nancy that she needed to accept him and when she refused he shot her. It was then that I moved.
Strider: I don’t think I was thinking, my body just acted, I very slowly and calmly picked up a box cutter before making my way to him. He turned to me just as I sliced across his knuckles making him drop the gun. Before he could even yell in pain I had him pinned to the wall, I saw the look in his eyes; fear, anger and pain all mixed together behind those pentagon shaped pupils. Yet I felt nothing as I dug the box cutter in his left side, then between his ribs into his lungs, then in his throat. I stood there, blood covering me, the pupils slowly becoming round in the man’s eyes. In that moment I felt at home. I then slit his throat and let him fall to the floor.
Strider: I don’t know who Eric Strider was before he came here. But I don’t think he was a good person.
Entry 9: Strider: Apparently what happened to the policeman is what happens when you accept the [DATA EXPUNGED]. Jimmy let me know that today, he’s really helped me through this as best he can. Funny enough the chief needs a new policeman and they asked if I was interested. They pay better, why the fuck not?
Entry 10: Strider: I’ve been seeing the [DATA EXPUNGED] more often. I think it sees something in me, something more than I see. This thing might have the answers to who I was and suppose still am.
Entry 11: Strider: It wants to show me something.
Entry 12: SCP-XXXX: I’m so cold, Eric. So numb. I feel like nothing.
Entry 13: SCP-XXXX: I feel cold.
Entry 14: SCP-XXXX: But the [DATA EXPUNGED] will warm me, and he’ll warm you too. He’ll give you everything you ever wanted. You just have to trust him.
Entry 15: SCP-XXXX: Like I did… (A faint sound, presumed to be the cutting of flesh is heard for ten seconds.)
Entry 16: Strider: So cold…
