Item #:
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment: It is to be kept in 20x30x25 meter containment chamber. The chamber needs no cameras or any surveillance equipment. There is to be a one-way viewing window, so researches can see it, but it can’t see them. If it escapes or needs to receive a cell transfer, the containment team is to wear specially designed mask, so that it can't send you to another dimension. The way it sends you into another dimension is by staring at you intently, with a grim look in its eyes. You will soon be transported to another reality, which is expanded upon in the description. While wearing this mask, approach it slowly. If it sees you as aggressive, it will become aggressive, ripping off your mask, and possibly your head in the process. While slowly approaching SCP-xxxx, you must carefully raise your syringe when close enough, and slowly inject it. Inject it to fast, and you will die. Tranquilizers have no effect on SCP-xxxx. One he is sedated using the syringe, he must be loaded into a transport vehicle, and transported back to his cell, or to a new cell if needed.
Description: SCP-xxxx is a 6 foot tall angel. Everything except for its eyes are black. Its eyes are silver charm gray. It has a halo suspended 10.16 centimeters above its head. It has been described to have limited shape-shifting properties. There are three known forms it can transform into. It can transform into its same shape as usual, which is an angel, but with six tentacles protruding from its chest. It can also shapeshift into a giant spider. Its final known form is a 7 foot tall pale skinned humanoid with no ears, a nose, or a mouth, All it has is its eyes. It also has sharp pointy hands that can stab through human bone and skin, penetrating the bone marrow, and causing heavy bone damage. If it sees a human, it will stare intently at them, before transporting them to its reality. It has reality bending abilities, as mentioned earlier. If put in a cell with it, it will stare at you, if you make eye contact. Once you make eye contact, you are unable to look away. You will slowly feel your soul being sucked out of you. Before you know it, you are in a dimension of endless darkness. You start to feel nauseous, and die 2 hours later of an unknown sickness.These reality bending abilities are shut down by a Scranton Reality Anchor. Of course, though, the tiny handheld SRAs aren’t enough to stop him.
Addendum: At several points in time, including ██████, █████, and ██████, SCP-xxxx has been captured by different groups of interest, including Chaos Insurgency at one point in time. Below are email records between two friends who discovered SCP-xxxx.
[The following email records were obtained by Dr. TreyWeather on ████████████.
From: Avery
To: Karrie
Hey Karrie, wanna come over this saturday? We’re gonna have pizza.
From: Karrie
To: Avery
Actually, I found something strange in the fields behind my house, and I want you to come check it out.
From: Avery
To: Karrie
Okay, i'm coming over today though. What is it?
From: Karrie
To: Avery
I don't know. I just heard some sounds from a ditch in the field. I haven't checked it out yet.
From: Avery
To: Karrie
Okay. On my way.
From: Karrie
To: Avery
Okay. I'll be on the lookout.
End of record.]
[The following text used to be audio, but it was typed out for the records. The Foundation has known about SCP-xxxx being on the scene of the incident prior to the incident, so they placed microphones around the site.
Avery: You ready to discover something new?
Karrie: Yep. Just out there.
Avery: So what kinds of noises did you hear?
Karrie: It sounded like bones crunching. It was probably just ███████████ pranking me again.
Avery: Well let's check it out.
Karrie: Alright we are her- HOLY-
Avery: Holy cra-
End Of Record.]
[The following records were taken from an interview between foundation personnel and Avery. Karrie was unable to make it to the interview due to several unavailable factors.
Dr. TreyWeather: So Avery, tell me about the incident.
Avery: Well, Karrie wanted me to check something out with her. She had heard sounds in the field behind her house. And… and…
Dr TreyWeather: Go on.
Avery: I can’t.
Dr. TreyWeather: If you don’t go into detail. You will be subject to termination.
Avery: We went to check it out, and then… something jumped up at us, and it killed her.
Dr. TreyWeather: I just want to let you know, we have known about the anomaly on her property for while now.
Avery: AND YOU DIDN’T EVEN ATTEMPT TO PREVENT HER DEATH??
Dr. TreyWeather: I am going to have to ask you to calm dow-
Avery: I DON’T HAVE TO DO A SINGLE THING YOU TELL ME T-
Dr. TreyWeather: LISTEN TO ME YOUNG LADY. YOU ARE ALREADY SUBJECT TO BEING DETAINED. KEEP IT UP WITH THIS ATTITUDE, AND YOU WILL BE TERMINATED. WE DID NOT DETAIN THE ANOMALY EARLIER BECAUSE WE RELEASED IT ONTO HER LAND.
Avery: Why…
Dr. Treyweather: Your friend has done bad things in the past. Bad things that have caused a threat to the facility. She has taken photos of the exterior of one of our facilities. We had to do it.
End Of Records.]
My SCP Tales will be listed below:
i saw it happen
"What do you mean you saw it happen?" questioned Grayson.
"I SAW them. The children were straight up outside of their cell, and then i blinked and they were inside again." said Jim.
"That's impossible. The material is teleport proof."
"Maybe something went wrong." Jim said.
"Nothing could possibly go wrong. We TESTED the material, and it WORKED."
"Three YEARS ago was the last time it was tested." Jim.
"THAT DOESN'T"T MATTER JIM!" Grayson yelled.
"YES IT DOES! REMEMBER HOW THE OLD MAN GOT IN THERE? HE CORRODED THE METALS!"
"NO! THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE!"
Jim stormed out of Grayson's office, infuriated by his ignorance. He plopped himself down at his desk, and picked up his phone.
END
wait so that was him the whole time?
"Wait so that was him the whole time?" Dr. Jim TreyWeather questioned.
"Yup." responded Grayson. "And you kept him locked in there to the point of starvation."
"So you expected me to know that it was him?" Jim retorted.
"He literally said it was him the whole time. He was YELLING it. YELLING it Jim. You know how much paperwork this is for both of us?"
"Speaking of paperwork, the end of the month is nearing soon."
"Already? Dang. Poor D-Class."
Jim exited the office feeling down. How was he supposed to know Frank got stuck in the chamber?
END
I SWEAR THEY DIED THERE
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Jim TreyWeather was having troubles at work that day. Frank the prankster burned his files again. He was stressed, and the printer wasn't working properly. He needed to
make copies of an SCP's profile. Screw Frank. He headed to the Light Containment Zone, which was where his immediate superiors office was located. His superior was
away, likely eating lunch. Jim never ate lunch at the facility. It didn't feel like a "lunchy" kind of place. He placed some incident report paperwork on his superiors
desk, and a complaint sheet about Frank. He sighed as he headed all the way back to his office area. He surprisingly passed a squad of MTF. He was confused as he didn't
hear any sirens. When the last man of the squad passed him, he caught some words, including that of "breach doors", "malfunction", and "shelter". He headed back to his
office, disregarding the MTF as he was already extremely disgruntled. Suddenly, a staticy voice came over the speakers all throughout the facility. It said "Will all
facility personnel report to *krrt* *krrt* *krrt*" before it cut off completely. Jim stood up and exited his office. He looked around, and saw that the facility was
empty of any people. "Where the—" he started to say before he was cut off by a loud scream. "Likely 096." he thought to himself. The sound came from relatively far
away, so he wasn't too worried about the dangers. He slowly approached the entrance to the main hallway so that he could reach the breach shelter. He tried to use his
keycard, but it seemed as if the card reader was jammed. He banged on the door, and was met with no response. Suddenly, he turned around to see the black eyed children.
he said aloud "How did you younglings get all the way here from heavy containment?" He waved them off, and they teleported away. "What nice kids." he said to himself.
So far the breach seemed relatively nuetral, but it was the mountains of paperwork that would ensue after that he was worried about. He sighed, and he headed over to
heavy containment. After passing by a checkpoint, he made it to the black eyed children's cell. He noticed that somebody had opened their cell. Must be a traitor
within. He noticed the door hadn't actually been opened, but it had been broken down. 096 was recruiting SCP's. But how did the breach happen in the first place? Jim
brushed the thought off for now and grabbed a small pistol. He headed carefully into the hallway. He saw a black eyed child and took the shot. One down. Jim was an
experienced sharp shooter, as he had previously been an MTF before he took up another career choice within the foundation. He saw four more children staring at their
dead comrade before looking up at Jim and smiling, heads cocked to the side. Jim took aim, and four more bodies dropped. He turned around to see one more black eyed
child. He was out of ammo, so he tossed his walkie-talkie at it's head, temporarily disabling it. He turned around to see the previous five children back up and staring
at him. "What?" he said. "Since when did you kiddies have regen abilities? Did they put you in the doctors chamber again?" he said. He made their bodies drop again.
He turned around, then looked back the the children. They were staring at him again. He turned around to see the one he disabled was back up and at it again. It was a
nightmare. Suddenly, more children came through the door. "Oh my god." He retrieved his walkie-talkie from the ground, and said "I swear they died there." before
raising the pistol to brain level.
END
Suggestions:
This is a collection of top secret files from the SCP Foundation. DO NOT READ UNLESS AUTHORIZED BY THE 05 Council.
Suggestion 001: Frank burned his face off AGAIN, GET RID OF HIS FIRE PRIVILIGES
Suggestion 002: Dr. TreyWeather released the zombies again. The whole containment zone is just blood and guts. HELP!!
Suggestion 003: The janitors got killed by Lattey again. Who let him into the guns again?! STOP!
Suggestion 004: Black eyed children in the technician room for the zombies. HELP!
Suggestion 005: Teleporting children in the technician room! HELP!
Suggestion 006: D-Class riot in the halls again. One suffocated when we smashed them with the hall-block by accident. Help?
Suggestion 007: I'M GOING INSANE!!!
Suggestion 008: Ignore that last "suggestion", they got rid of the teleporting children.
Suggestion 009: Make a seperate room for the end of the month killings. Cells are too messy and start to smell after a couple executions.
Suggestion 010: DIE
Suggestion 011: Ignore that. The D-Class got into the box
Suggestion 012: My office was ransacked again. GET RID OF FRANK!
Suggestion 013: A literal containment breach happened today. All because somebody dressed up like a villager.
Suggestion 014: MORE BATHROOM TIME FOR THE D-CLASS. THEY KEEP GOING IN THE MAIN LOBBY WHENEVER THEY GET THE CHANCE TO GO THERE. IT SUCKS, AND IT STINKS
Suggestion 015: NO MORE BLACK EYED CHILDREN!!!
END
Zombies - Part One
"I just need you to go over these numbers real quick before we run the tests." Said Grayson, handing a small clipboard to Jim. Jim accepted the clipboard, and slowly
walked over to his desk, reviewing the sheets as he walked. It was routine stuff, simple contracts, audio transcripts, and billing papers. He plopped the clipboard
down, ran the numbers through a spreadsheet, and signes off on a few things. He returned the clipboard to Grayson so that they could begin the testing phase. Grayson
instructed the on-site technician to check the breach doors functionality before testing on the zombies. When Grayson recieved the "ok" signal, they began testing,
Jim ordered the D-Class to be brought in. 3 D-Class personnel entered the cell of the zombies, and were immediatley devoured.
"The results never change whats the point in doing this anyways?" Jim asked.
"Us workers over at HR (the high ranks) decided that we needed 100+ logs of the same results before declaring a specific classification for the SCP."
"It clearly dangerous. Why is it being kept in light containment?" Jim questioned.
"Like I said, HR and I decided it was best to be 1,000% sure before any action is taken. These are literal zombies. Yeah, we have all kinds of odd stuff here, but
these are ZOMBIES." Grayson retorted, before heading over to the maintenance room for a routine performance checkup. Jim sighed before continuing to observe the
zombies. Who let an idiot work over at HR anyways? And why did HE get to be site director for where Jim worked? Jim was just as good as Grayson, and pulled in better
performance results per month than Grayson. He shrugged it off before observing the zombies. The zombies were the talk of the facility, since they were considered
incredibly rare, and had to be tested on more than a hundred times before any certain classification was given.
END
Zombies - Part Two
Jim woke up and exited the sleeping quarters. He had been instructed to stay overnight by Grayson while they ran routine security checks. He needed to stay to help the
technicians by giving them data on the performance reports on blast/breach doors. The maintenance hallways were echoing with the sound of hammers and drills all night
long while Jim lay there, rest nowhere in sight. He went to his office in the morning, and pulled up his spreadsheet on the zombies. They were testing again today. Why
did they ALWAYS test on the zombies? Why no black eyes children for once? They had almost been the cause of Jim's suicide, had MTF not swooped in to save him right on
time, as always. Jim headed over to light containment to do the testing on the zombies. He arrived late, and was met with a dirty glance as Grayson approached him.
"You're a little late, so here are the results we have so far." Grayson said as he handed Jim as stapled packet. Jim clipped it to his clipboard as he read:
Result 1- Zombies ate 4 D-Class personnel, turning one into a zombie. 1 out of every 4 D-Class will become a zombie (25% chance for one D-Class)
Result 2- Zombies began eating each other when D-Class ceased to be sent in
Result 3- Stopped eating other when D-Class were sent in
Jim was surprised as he read about the zombies eating each other, as that was not normal. This needed to go into an incident report. Jim made a mental note of that
thought as he observed the zombies, endlessly chasing a D-Class. Grayson came over the speakers within the chamber.
"Cease running or be terminated." he said in a dead serious manner. The D-Class continued to run, and a guard outside the cell pulled out his Epsilon, and fatally
shot the D-Class.
Testing was done for the day. Zombies were carefully separated so they wouldn't eat each other.
END
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