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- Submarine Room Super Duper Large-scale Rewritten Edition
- Halloween 2018 (Operation "Hallow's Eve" After Action Report)
- Submarine Room
- 3532 Rewrite as it is moderately stinky as it is now
- I Repeat
- I Repeat Revision
- Everyone is disappearing
quick note maybe instead of goo the room sinks into the ground like submarine ???????? hm?? ohh and maybe i can still do the submarine thing maybe it makes a big old network of stolen sunk rooms all connected together yeah that sounds badass
Or maybe its like someone building a dream house throigh the temporal displacement of rooms or something maybe ??? or like they tried to do that and failed and now this is happening???? hmm
maybe the last time it happen a foundation person gets sucked away and the next -1 is a note in their handwriting saying somehting along the lines of "Dont activate it again, stop." And refer tosome mysterious them or thing because that sppoopy? I like this
ATTENTION
The following file (SCP-XXXX) is restricted to the following personnel:
Level 2/XXXX
Level 3/XXXX
Level 4
Level 5
Unauthorized access to SCP-XXXX is considered a punishable offense. Disciplinary action will be taken.
If you have accessed this file in error:
- Disconnect from SCiPnet servers
- Completely shut off terminal
- Alert active HMCL Supervisor and await further instructions
SCP-XXXX, approximately two months prior to manifestation.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Neutralized Safe
Special Containment Procedures: At least one entry point to SCP-XXXX is to remain open at all times. Likewise, SCP-XXXX is to remain vacant, and all personnel denied access unless permitted during testing. In the event SCP-XXXX enters an active state or de-manifests, the active SCP-XXXX HMCL Supervisor1 is to be notified immediately.
Due to the current location of SCP-XXXX coupled with a lack of knowledge surrounding the phenomena, all testing of SCP-XXXX is currently prohibited.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a phenomena which manifests in an existing room in found in a residential building2. For the sake of brevity and clarity, the room in which SCP-XXXX manifests is also considered to be and designated SCP-XXXX. Only one instance of SCP-XXXX has been observed to exist at any given time. SCP-XXXX will only exhibit anomalous behavior when all windows, doors, and/or any other point at which one could enter SCP-XXXX3 are closed or otherwise rendered inaccessible via a physical barrier. Anomalous behavior typically exhibits as follows:
- All entry points become impossible to open or enter. This effect remains for the entirety of the anomalous behavior.
- The sound of a United States Navy diving alarm and a voice repeating the word "Dive" can be heard from an indeterminate source from inside SCP-XXXX.
- SCP-XXXX-1 will emerge through the floor of SCP-XXXX and begin to fill the room.
- SCP-XXXX-1 will continue to fill SCP-XXXX until the majority or entirety of the room's available volume is filled with SCP-XXXX-1.
- After a seemingly arbitrary amount of time, SCP-XXXX-1 will exit SCP-XXXX through the floor through the same manor in which it entered.
- All entry points unseal and can be used normally, all sounds and vocalizations cease. The process can then be repeated.
In the event an instance of SCP-XXXX were to be demolished or destroyed, a new instance will manifest in another residential building. The method by which a new room is determined, if any such method exists, is currently unknown.
SCP-XXXX-1 denotes any substance which enters SCP-XXXX as a result of SCP-XXXX entering an active state. In all observed SCP-XXXX instances, SCP-XXXX is typically water or some other liquid substance, though on occasion solid matter such as sheets of assorted metals, mechanical components, books, Canis familiaris remains, and Homo sapiens remains will manifest. Solid SCP-XXXX-1 instances from any given manifestation will be identical4, suggesting temporal displacement.
After some amount SCP-XXXX activations5, an acidic substance will manifest as SCP-XXXX-16. This SCP-XXXX-1 has been observed to denature and neutralize the instance of SCP-XXXX it manifests in.
As of 10/23/18, SCP-XXXX is Site-08 Dorm #: J463-2.
The first known instance of SCP-XXXX was discovered on 8/30/18 in the living room of the residential home found at [REDACTED], Evanston Illinois. The Foundation became aware of the phenomena during a police investigation into the apparent murder of a resident of the home, who was found drowned inside of SCP-XXXX. A Foundation agent embedded in the Evanston Police Department alerted nearby Site-08 to potential anomalous activity. Agents masquerading as members of the Federal Bureau of Investigations were deployed and took over the investigation, allowing for SCP-XXXX to be contained. All non-Foundation personnel aware of the investigation were administered Class-B amnestics and released.
Testing commenced 9/5/18. Testing logs available upon request.
Testing indefinitely postponed 10/1/18.
On 9/24/18, something SCARY HAPPEN OOOH
SCP-XXXX made some mysterious goo or something and the previous house go bye bye. Covered up as a gas leak or flood or something who cares. Anomaly re-manifests in dorm of some randy scientist in a nearby site who was just one week away from retiring, likely worked on initial instance. SCP-XXXX-1 kills him and is something spooky like a note saying 'help', though hopefully more original than that. Probably a newspaper from the future or maybe the past but a different past; something temporal like that. Temporal anomalies division sez 'stop' and site 08 sez 'ok thad can do' and they do. Hilarity ensues.
Buddy Cop Semi-comedic romp where two members of an MTF track a reality bender to a spooky old house. Reality bender turns it into the halloween bash of the century, and the agents must nab him before it's too late. Running time 90 minutes.
Maybe cut Josiah? Chemistry might be tighter without him. Or flesh him out
Operation Briefing
Mobile Task Force Gamma-16 "Bend This" is to locate and detain reality bender Jackson Scalting (PoI-1031) and return them to Foundation custody. Reconnaissance teams report PoI-1031 is currently stationed in PLACE STATE. Due to the dangerous nature of PoI-1031, a four-man strike team is to swiftly and silently infiltrate PoI-1031's base of operations and detain it. Lethal force is authorized, though strongly discouraged.
"This looks like the place."
Nathaniel parked the van across the street from the menacing wooden structure. It might have been a beautiful mansion at some point in the past, but it certainly wasn't now. Tall wooden spires jutted out from the structure, their shattered windows forming gaping maws riddled with teeth. It reminded him of the house in It's A Wonderful Life, which he thought was a bit funny since they usually showed that one around Christmas, not Halloween. He'd have to watch that one after they nabbed the bender. "Nabbed the bender", that's what Jeffery Burr had said earlier. Nathaniel thought it sounded cool.
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Nathaniel parked the van across the street from the house. This looked like the place. Rotting and weathered wooden spires held together by some miracle towered above them, their windows glaring down like the eyes of an animal hunting its prey. It looked like the house from It's a Wonderful Life, which was a shame. Nathaniel didn't want any more movies ruined for him by his job, and It's a Wonderful Life was already soured a bit after last month when he found out the whole angel wings and bells thing was made up. He pushed movies out of his mind, he had a job to do, and a damn important one if the briefing was anything to go off of (which it was). Hopefully this would be a quick, in and out operation, one with no serious injuries. He cut the engines and shifted his gaze to the three other bodies in the car.
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Personnel
The following members of Mobile Task Force Gamma-16 "Bend This" are to be deployed:
- Josiah Nunn
- Lora Addams
- Jeffery Burr
- Nathaniel Rosenthal
Nathaniel shifted his gaze over the three other bodies in the van with him. To his right sat Josiah, a mountain of a man and a long time friend. He was undoing his seatbe
lt. Directly behind him was Lora, buried in a book as she usually was, "New American Stories" this time. She looked up at Nathaniel, dog-earing her place in the book. Beside her, Jeffery Burr. As they made eye contact, Nathaniel could see Jeffery Burr wink from behind his sunglasses. His presence was both a tremendous relief and a tremendous worry. Jeffery Burr was the most experienced of the four,
"Well, aren't we a regular old Scooby Gang, eh?" He slightly lowered his glasses as his eyes moved across the vehicle, his mouth locked in a toothy grin. Nathaniel wasn't sure if he was waiting for a reply, or was just enthusiastic about cartoons. "Too old of a reference?" He pushed his glasses back up, mildly upset.
Josiah looked from the house to Jeffery Burr. "I got it."
"Good, glad one of you is cultured." Nathaniel got the reference too, and was about to say so when he was cut off.
"Let's get out and unpacked, yeah? Bender's not going to nab itself."
The four exited the van. The trunk opened with a groan.
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Josiah was sitting shotgun, the mountain of a man. He was a good friend, and had been a part of "Bend This" for what, three years now? Longer than Nathaniel, that's for sure. Nathaniel would always joke that Josiah was trying to get the both of them killed, since whenever he sat in the front passengers seat (which was often as he always insisted on it) it was hard to see through the windows due to his impressive muscle mass. He wasn't that big, but inside jokes always get more absurd over time. He was staring at the house, unfazed.
Behind Josiah in the back seat sat Lora, dog-earing the page of the book she had been buried in moments ago, "New American Stories" according to its cover. Another veteran of "Bend This", Josiah always called her a "Techno wizard", which probably was a play on "Pinball Wizard" but Nathaniel was never sure since he'd never actually listened to it. Regardless of its roots, her title was accurate and earned. When it wasn't a novel she would reread technical manuals front to back, like for fun. She must just be fascinated by the stuff, how model train people are. Nathaniel tried model trains once, he had an uncle who was into it. It was alright. Lora's eyes rose from the book and met Nathaniel's. She gave a small nod and unbuckled her seatbelt.
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To her right sat the most horrifying thing Nathaniel had ever seen in person. Jeffery Burr was a name discussed in hushed voices, and there was good reason for it. Everyone had heard stories of the higher-ups of old and their likely embellished escapades, but from what Nathaniel had gathered it seemed like Overwatch Command eventually came to the conclusion that hiring literal crazy people and putting them in highly stressful and paranormal environments was generally a bad idea. And yet here was Jeffery Burr, and it seemed like the rumors were true, which shook Nathaniel to his core. On the way down he casually mentioned how just three months ago he catfished a Lovecraftian horror so hard that it quit Twitter, mentioning shortly thereafter to not tell anyone that he said that since "that adventure is above you kids' pay grades." Jeffery Burr looked around the van as well and gave a toothy grin. He didn't have a seatbelt on and was wearing sunglasses despite it being 11:32 at night.
Next to Lora sat what was the most horrifying non-anomalous thing Nathaniel had ever seen: Jeffery Burr. Before meeting him about three hours ago, Nathaniel didn't even believe he existed. From what he had gathered from hushed discussions in break rooms, Nathaniel pieced together that about five to ten years ago the Foundation had in its employment a whole load of what could be described as loose cannons, doctors and agents with a moderate to complete disregard of safety regulations to say the least. Overwatch Command would look the other way, since as crazy as these people were, they got results. Eventually they started working too well, one thing led to another and… something happened at Site-19 (no one really seemed to know for sure, which could only mean it was bad and/or classified. Something about a T-Rex eating Dracula was how it usually went, sometimes there was a talking dog but that might have been an entire separate incident.), and Overwatch put their thirteen collective feet down, doing away with the lot of them. Or at least, that's what Nathaniel had heard. It wouldn't be surprising if Overwatch kept a few of them around, they wouldn't be too hard to control in small enough numbers and with tight enough leashes. Jeffery Burr wasn't one of those original loose cannons, apparently he came a bit later. Of course, Nathaniel wouldn't be as scared as he was if the rumors were just that. Jeffery Burr ranted and raved the entire drive about wild adventures, some familiar and some new. Either he really liked the rumors and played into the persona created for him, or he was off the wall nuts. From the sound of things, he'd probably fit right in with… what were their names? Something about music and someone named Kendra?
Jeffery Burr was not a regular member of "Bend This", it seemed he mostly worked in and around Site-08, the closest Site to where they were now. He must have been called in as a ringer, someone who could neutralize the target quickly, and maybe even himself too if the powers that be were lucky enough. Nathaniel wondered why "Bend This" even needed to tag along. Maybe just to clean up the mess? Nathaniel hoped not. Jeffery Burr was examining the van too, with wild eyes mostly obscured by a pair of sunglasses. It was 11:32, how could he see with those on? His eyes met Nathaniel's with alongside a toothy grin. Scary stuff.
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On instinct Nathaniel looked away from Jeffery Burr's smile, since as a rule Nathaniel didn't like making eye contact with scary things, and looked into the rearview mirror as if to make eye contact and check in with himself. There he was, the second half of "Bend This"'s tech team, alongside Lora. He honestly didn't know why he was here, like, in the Foundation here. Through his twenty six years people always told him he, thought on his feet, had a sharp mind, thought at a mile a minute, but if he thought a mile a minute that would only be sixty miles per hour and he drove way faster on the interstate to get down here, sixty seemed pretty average actually. He came up with moderately clever stuff sometimes but that's it. His mental tangent was cut off by the voice of terror incarnate who was sitting in the backseat.
"Ha! Aren't we a regular old Scooby Gang!" Jeffery Burr scanned the van for a response, slightly lowering his sunglasses for effect. No one seemed sure if he was just making an observation or fishing for a reply. It turned out to be the latter. "No, don't tell me that's too old of a reference!?"
"I got it." Josiah was a life saver. "I watched those as a kid. There was a crossover with that show Supernatural recently."
"What the fuck is that?" Jeffery Burr was was really mad at that. At this point he was more scary than anything Nathaniel had seen in his career. Josiah continued to life save.
"Oh, it's a-"
"Nathaniel get that trunk open ASAP. I feel safer with guns." Jeffery Burr had stopped caring.
"Yes sir right away sir." The trunk opened with a groan.
Authorized Equipment
Mobile Task Force Gamma-16 "Bend This" has been authorized the following equipment:
- Standard Combat-based Mobile Task Force equipment [x2]
- Standard Recovery-based Mobile Task Force equipment [x2]
- Hallow-Kowalewicz Integrated Visual Recording Apparatus (IVRA) [x4]
- Mid-size Portable Scranton Reality Anchor (m-pSRA) [x1]
"Y'ever read Slatland?"
"No."
An awkward pause. The spark in her eyes faded. She equipped her headgear, almost as if to hide her disappointment.
"Well I don't know how to explain it otherwise then."
Jeffery Burr adjusted his eyewear. "Standard eye-vee-arr-ayy. You get a birds eye view, but you can see normally at the same time. Does video too, pretty nifty."
Nathaniel threw his head back in understanding. "Oh, that's all you ever needed to say." Maybe Lora just wanted to talk books, the device wasn't that hard to get the hang of. Nathaniel pushed the thought away, there were more important things to worry about.
Target Description
PoI-1031 has been observed to have a fixation on the holiday Halloween, actively altering reality on the holiday or in ways often associated with it. Target escaped Foundation custody 10/29/18 during Incident ████-S. Foundation reconnaissance teams have tracked the target to its current location, and it is believed the target is planning a wide-scale reality shift on 10/31/18. Due to high visibility and casualties of such an event, PoI-1031 is to be prevented from enacting such a shift at all costs.
SCP-XXXX in an inactive state. Photograph taken approximately one year prior to Foundation discovery.
IDEA I HAD WHILE WRITING AN UNRELATED PAPER: Room fills with only water at first, then other stuff starts manifesting but only in the room maybe then culminating with the chicago fire hook or maybe just the funny time machine submarine from maybe the future or maybe the past who's to say
Like filled with copies of stuff like just gilberts right hand over and over
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class:7
Special Containment Procedures:8 Following this event, the Foundation acquired the house in order to contain SCP-XXXX. Barring SCP-XXXX, interior of the building was converted into a small-scale Site and designated Provisional Site-XXXX. As of 8/29/2018, three Foundation agents are stationed at Provisional Site-XXXX, masquerading as civilian home owners. (THIS GOES IN CONTAINMENT??)
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to the living room of the residential home found on [REDACTED], Evanston Illinois. The anomalous effects of SCP-XXXX become active when all entry points to the room have been sealed. When all doors are closed and windows shut, SCP-XXXX will begin to slowly fill with water, accompanied by the sound of a standard US Navy submarine diving alarm and a voice repeating the word "Dive"9. Water enters SCP-XXXX through any available opening, usually cracks and electrical outlets.10 All entry points to SCP-XXXX will remain sealed while in an active state. SCP-XXXX will remain active anywhere between ten minutes and one hour, after which the water will begin to drain from SCP-XXXX. At this point, all entry points will unseal, and the process can be repeated immediately.
SCP-XXXX was first discovered on 8/9/2014 following Foundation intervention into the police investigation of the murder of Herald West. West was one of two home owners at the time, the other being Karen Smith, and the two had recently purchased the home. Smith had called the police after believing that West was being assaulted within SCP-XXXX11. The arrival of officers from the Evanston Police Department coincided with the deactivation of SCP-XXXX and quickly discovered West's body. An embedded Foundation agent present among the officers noted the odd circumstances surrounding West's death and alerted Site-08. Foundation agents posing as members of the Federal Bureau of Investigations took over the investigation, eventually discovering the anomalous properties of SCP-XXXX. Smith and all officers aware of the event were administered Class-C amnestics following questioning.
The testing of SCP-XXXX to determine the nature of its anomalous effects was approved on 8/23/2014. Testing commenced 8/25/2014, overseen by Researcher Mason Washington, Dr. Robert Barton, and Professor Katrin Hallow. Initial tests revealed very little new information regarding SCP-XXXX, merely confirming the process and circumstances surrounding the flooding and draining of water. However, as more tests were conducted, minor inconsistencies and changes began to manifest in an around SCP-XXXX. Notable examples include:
| Item Designation | Description | Image12 |
|---|---|---|
| SCP-XXXX-1 | Previously undiscovered chemical element bearing many similarities to 92U13. Highly fissile. Likely used as a fuel or power source.14 | N/A |
| SCP-XXXX-2 | A stationary pocket of displaced air found near the bottom of Lake Michigan. Volume of air pocket is approximately the same as the volume of SCP-XXXX. GET MORE SPECIFIC. |  |
| SCP-XXXX-3 | A humanoid entity appearing to be a fusion of a Homo sapiens and Canis familiaris. Entity initially contained as SCP-████. Expired during initial containment due to natural causes. |  |
| SCP-XXXX-4 | Manifestation of heavily weathered scraps of various metals in and around the Chicago Fire Department training academy. | cell-content |
| SCP-XXXX-5 | Manifestation of a weathered journal belonging to ███████ Gilbert.15 | cell-content |
Further testing of SCP-XXXX was forbidden following the discovery of SCP-XXXX-5.
BOOK APPEAR. IT CONTAINS EXPOSITION. TESTING POSTPONED BY SUGGESTION OF TEMPORAL DEFVISION, THANKS THAD
6/21/68
Laura has finally figured out how to distill the fuel for the sub. Should be pretty clean from what she's told me. We're going to test it in the lake, less eyes on it than the ocean. Of course, we'll have to build the damn thing before then, not to mention actually making the fuel.
8/23/68
We've set up shop in some woods by the shore. Laura is pissed that I brought Barky along, but I'm not selling him. I'll sell stuff, I can get all that back once we sell off the boat and fuel, but I'm not parting with Barky. Laura says that his being there "puts us at risk" or some shit, but I think she's just being paranoid. I guess I can understand why though, we're not exactly doing something legal. Sub's coming along nicely, we've got all the metal and what not. Fair amount of the fuel too.
11/4/68
Happy birthday Barky
2/28/69
Sub's all fitted together. Gave it a go with some of the fuel and it didn't start on fire, so it looks like we're getting close. Laura wants to see if it can get from one end to the other. Laura said something about a [REDACTED], but that will be miles away from our course. We should be fine.
something went wrong. Something about the pressure on the fuel or that batch, something about the fuel it went wrong. I'm alone and everything is on fire, cant find all Laura or Barky. Just parts. theyre all just parts. Its not right though, its not now. that fucking fuel wasn't right. Everyone and everything looks like they came right out of an old picture or something, like an old picture of the city.
I'm afraid that we've done something really really bad
Item #: SCP-3532
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Foundation webcrawlers are to monitor popular social media platforms for activity from SCP-3532. Any activity is to be recorded, scanned for cognitohazards, and archived. Foundation personnel are forbidden interaction with social media accounts associated with SCP-3532 unless given explicit orders otherwise. In accordance with Procedure 24-Lehonot, information damaging to the public image of SCP-3532 is to be produced wherever and whenever applicable. In the event that Procedure 24-Lehonot were to be rendered ineffective, all platforms hosting active SCP-3532 accounts are to be taken offline or otherwise rendered inaccessible until containment can be reestablished.
Description: SCP-3532 is believed to be an entity previously worshipped as a deity at an indeterminate point in the past. Recovered documentation16 suggests SCP-3532 currently resides in an extra-spatial plane and can interact with standard reality through forms of long distance communication. Currently, SCP-3532 is known to the public as ███████ █████████, a popular social media advertiser and influencer. SCP-3532 currently prioritizes the growth of its cult-like following, known as "The Miraculous Church Gang"17, using its social media presence to do so. SCP-3532 has displayed a basic understanding of the creation of cognitohazardous imagery, and will often include cognitohazardous elements in its posts online. Testing has shown that the cognitohazards employed by SCP-3532 do not force the observer to perform an action, but instead act as a strong suggestion to do so. Further testing indicates that a negative perception of SCP-3532 can counteract the cognitohazardous effects.18
SCP-3532 was discovered on 1/19/18, when several video files containing level 2 cognitohazarous patterns were detected by Foundation webcrawlers. The files were uploaded to the Instagram and Twitter social platforms by accounts belonging to SCP-3532, and featured the entity advertising products from [REDACTED], as well as GoI-3532-1 branded merchandise. The cognitohazards found in the files would compel viewers to both purchase the featured products and follow the several social media accounts of SCP-3532. At the time of discovery, there were no other viewable posts on either accounts.
Investigations into SCP-3532 owned accounts revealed a number of deleted posts made prior to 1/19/18, with the earliest being dated 11/28/17. Said posts differ from the more recent posts and indicate a lack of understanding on how social media operates. In these posts SCP-3532 appears to beg for followers on its accounts and ponders why other users have more followers on their accounts.
Examples of SCP-3532 Posts Pre 1/19/18
my username
@██████████my old follwers died get me new ones Twetty
3:56 AM - 28 November 2017
0 Retweets 0 Likes
my username
@██████████tWetty can yoou help me with instragram also what is retweet
5:01 PM - 28 November 2017
1 Retweet 0 Likes
my username
@██████████how Twitty why the gods katyperry and potus contain more follow please respond to me twetty
8:09 AM - 29 November 2017
0 Retweets 0 Likes
The sudden shift in post coherency coincides with SCP-3532 acquiring representation from social media managing company ████ Marketing19 on 1/3/18. It is assumed SCP-3532 utilized cognitohazards similar to those found in its posts to acquire representation. Upon receiving representation, most of the posts uploaded to SCP-3532 accounts were made by GoI-3532-2 employee Mark Gouse20.
Examples of SCP-3532 Posts Post 1/19/1821
TRUE Miracle God ✓
@██████████WHAT'S HYPE, GANG!? CHECK OUT THE SICK NEW [REDACTED] SMART PHONE!!! LET'S GET HANDS ON!!!
8:09 AM - 20 March 2018
12,346 Retweets 78,399 Likes
TRUE Miracle God ✓
@██████████IT IS PICTURE DAY, MY DUDES!! GRAB SOME CRISP PNG IMAGES (LIKE THE ONE BELOW AH HAHA!!!) WITH THE NEW [REDACTED] CAMERA FROM [REDACTED] !!!! SNAP YOURSELF WEARING THE NEW MIRACLE SHIRT, STORE LINK DOWN BELOW!!!!!!
[LINK REDACTED]
4:19 PM - 18 April 2018
15,893 Retweets 99,321 Likes
As of 4/5/18, SCP-3532 has secured advertising deals with ██ major brands. It does not appear that SCP-3532 used its cognitohazardous effects to secure these deals, rather it seems that these companies reached out to SCP-3532 on their own accord due to the entity's popularity.
On 5/13/18, a detachment of MTF Phi-1 ("Hostile Takeover") infiltrated the main offices of GoI-3532-2 in order to acquire documentation concerning SCP-3532. A notable document acquired in the raid was a pdf file of GoI-3532-2's contract with SCP-3532.22 Cross referencing Recovered Document 3532 24a with other recovered contracts shows a number of deviations, such as the term "client" being replaced with "Miraculous Being" and "manager" with "Miraculous High Priest". Other notable aspects include a clause stating the contract can only be altered by SCP-3532 and no other persons, as well as a separate clause stating GoI-3532-2 reserves the right to retract representation for clients deemed unprofitable or harmful to the image of the company23. Due to the concern that SCP-3532 could easily influence other companies in a similar manner, Procedure 24-Lehonot was drafted in order to suppress the entity's influence. Procedure approved on 5/20/18.
On 5/21/18, Procedure 24-Lehonot was enacted. A detachment of MTF Phi-1 was tasked with replacing key members of GoI-3532-2 upper management with Foundation agents in order to gain control of the company. Once the company was successfully under Foundation influence, PoI-3532-1 was replaced by Agent Jeffery Burr. Agent Burr then attempted to alter the social media persona of SCP-3532 to one that would be seen as undesirable.
Log Burr 3532 01
Staying "Hip"
to: miracleismeok@█████████
from: jburr@████marketing.███Hello Lord ███████,
I've noticed as of late that your posts aren't getting as much attention as they were before. I'm afraid that your current posts are not being perceived as "cool" or "hip". If these patterns continue, your numbers will fall, just like they have been for the past month. With your permission, of course, I'd like to make a few changes to your image that will ensure that you remain "groovy!" as your age demographic would say. You can read them in the enclosed file below.
RE: Staying "Hip"
to: jburr@████marketing.███
from: miracleismeok@█████████hello new priest.
in my contract it says that i make the final calls on whether or not my posts change, and i want to give your wanted changes a biggest no from me.
mark goose (the old better you) knew much more and wasnt bad like you and i am alloweed to tell you that because its in my contract.
anyway no you are to contu=inue posting as how mark did because he wasnt bad
thanks for the email
All further attempts to persuade SCP-3532 into altering its persona failed. It was determined that SCP-3532 could only be influenced by someone it perceived as having a better understanding of social media. In order to successfully alter the online persona of SCP-3532, Site-72 authorized the use of social media accounts belonging to SCP-3331-Alpha to contact SCP-3532. Agent Burr was instructed to contact SCP-3532 posing as SCP-3331-Alpha and alter the entity's perceptions of current social trends.
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Log Burr 3532 02
@JohnCena: Hey, is this ███████ █████████?
@██████████: No, this is his manager. But I can forward a message to ███████ if you'd like?
@JohnCena: I was hoping to speak to the big man himself…
@██████████: Well, Mr. Cena, I think you can be trusted! I'll put ███████ on.
@██████████: Is the stinker lying to me or are you john cena
@JohnCena: Hey, big guy!
@JohnCena: Yup, it's me! John Cena!
@██████████: prove
[Agent Burr sends a picture of SCP-3331-Alpha holding a sheet of paper reading "Is this proof enough ███████?]
@██████████: oh wow wow hi there sir haaha and what can i do for you ?
@JohnCena: Well, thats kind of why I contacted you…
@JohnCena: I've been a long time fan of your stuff, and the thing is.. Well…
@██████████: what
@JohnCena: Well, you just aren't as cool as you used to be.
@JohnCena: But I can help you. I know some secrets.
@██████████: please lord cena tall me
@██████████: ill do anyhting jus please i must be cool
@JohnCena: Haha! Don't worry! I'll even tell you for free!…
Extraneous dialogue redacted. Agent Burr proceeds to list SCP-3532 a collection of strategies designed to ruin the entity's public image.
Following the dialogue, SCP-3532 instructed Agent Burr to follow the advice from the SCP-3331-Alpha account regarding the social media accounts, to which Agent Burr complied. Within two months, the number of visitors to SCP-3532 run accounts had dropped by 95%. At this point, GoI-3532-2 retracted its representation of SCP-3532 in accordance with the company's contract. SCP-3532 attempted to contact other social media managing companies seeking representation but to no avail. On 7/18/18, SCP-3532 made one final post to all of its accounts, reading "i just wanted followers againn" before deleting the accounts shortly after. No new accounts or posts or have been observed since.
Sirens blared. "All personnel, be advised: Site is currently undergoing a full-scale breach. Report to the nearest evacuation center and await further instructions. I repeat, all personnel, be advised…" It was a monthly drill. The drills were dreaded more than an actual breach. Once a month, first Friday of the month. While a necessary precaution to take, all it meant for us was an hour of the month where we'd get no work done.
It was either my fourth or fifth drill when I asked my supervisor why we did them. Not a "why are we learning how to not die" why mind you but a "why do we have to keep learning how to not die" why. "Standard procedure." The brevity of the answer made me doubt I was first to ask. I found my way back into the wave of bodies. I was younger then, an excited boy with a doctorate and one hell of a job. Over the years that doctorate became a name and that job became a duty.
Sirens blared. “All personnel, be advised: Site is currently undergoing a full-scale breach. Report to the nearest evacuation center and await further instructions. I repeat, all personnel, be advised…" A girl with a doctorate and one hell of a job approached me from the wave. "Is there a reason why we have to be subjected to these drills? The idea a site this big would undergo a complete failure to contain all three-hundred and seventy-four objects at once is absurd!" "Standard procedure, just go along with it and it will be over before you know it." The girl rejoined the wave. She may have been angry, though I could have been remembering how I felt when I was the one asking and projected that onto her. An ironic moment that would be forgotten in less than a week’s time.
When the arm melted through a wall and began at my face I remembered my words to the girl, of all things. "It will be over before you know it." I might have smiled if I had the time to. Just an ironic moment that would be forgotten in less than a minute’s time. Sirens blared.
Sirens blared. "Code Orange. Site-wide containment failure underway. Evacuate immediately. I repeat, Code Orange…" It was a monthly drill, one of several that day. Once a month, first Friday of the month. While a necessary precaution to take, all it really meant for us was an hour or two of the month where we'd get no work done. Most of us didn't mind the break, many enjoyed it, but to some the drills were dreaded more than an actual breach, as absolutely ridiculous as that sounds.
It was either my second or third drill when I asked my supervisor why we did them. Not a "why are we learning how to not die" why mind you but a "why do we have to keep learning how to not die" why.
"Standard procedure."
The brevity of the answer made me doubt I was the first to ask, though looking back I now realize that the old saying "There's no such thing as a stupid question" isn't as hard of a rule as I thought. I found my way back into the line of bodies. I was younger then, an excited boy with a doctorate and one hell of a job. Over the years that doctorate became a name and that job became a duty.
Sirens blared. "Code Orange. Site-wide containment failure underway. Evacuate immediately. I repeat, Code Orange…" A girl with a doctorate and one hell of a job approached me from the line.
"Is there a reason why we have to be subjected to these drills? The idea a site this large would undergo a complete failure to contain every object at once is absurd!"
"Standard procedure, just go along with it and it will be over before you know it."
The girl rejoined the line. She may have been angry, though I could have been remembering how I felt when I was the one asking and projected that onto her. I thought about how pissed I must have made my supervisor and smiled a little. An ironic moment that would be forgotten in less than a week’s time.
When the arm melted through a wall and began at my face I remembered my words to the girl, of all things. "It will be over before you know it." I might have smiled if I had the time to. Just an ironic moment that would be forgotten in less than a minute’s time. Sirens blared.
A cool gif goes here that is the inoculant.
it's really cool trust me woAAHHHH!
Blah blah welcome overseer or something like that.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class:
Special Containment Procedures: At least one member of Overwatch Command is to be exposed to SCP-XXXX-1 at all times.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a phenomena that can only be observed by individuals who have been exposed to Memetic Inoculant 4-76532-b24.
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL #/XXXX CLASSIFIED
ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 4/XXXX AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION.
ATTENTION
The following file (SCP-4262) is restricted to the following personnel:
- Level 3/4262
- Level 4/4262
- Level 5
Unauthorized access to SCP-4262 is considered a punishable offense.
Disciplinary action will be taken.
If you have accessed this file in error:
- Disconnect from SCiPnet servers
- Completely shut off terminal
- Alert active HMCL Supervisor and await further instructions
ATTENTION
The following file (SCP-4262) is restricted to the following personnel:
Level 3/4262
Level 4/4262
Level 5
Unauthorized access to SCP-4262 is considered a punishable offense. Disciplinary action will be taken.
If you have accessed this file in error:
- Disconnect from SCiPnet servers
- Completely shut off terminal
- Alert active HMCL Supervisor and await further instructions
ATTENTION
The following file (SCP-4262) is restricted to the following personnel:
- Level 3/4262
- Level 4/4262
- Level 5
Unauthorized access to SCP-4262 is considered a punishable offense. Disciplinary action will be taken.
If you have accessed this file in error:
- Disconnect from SCiPnet servers
- Completely shut off terminal
- Alert active HMCL Supervisor and await further instructions
random notes ignore please25 SCP-XXXX was discovered on ██/██/2014 after the Foundation became involved in the ongoing police investigation regarding the murder of Herald West, one of the two home owners at the time. The police suspected that Karen Smith, an acquaintance of West and the second home owner, had been responsible for his death. However, several oddities with the case alerted agents imbedded in the Evanston Police Department to the possible existence of anomalous phenomena. During a police investigation, Smith reported she was in the house's kitchen at the time of West's death, on the other side of the house. West had closed the door to SCP-XXXX to warm the room26. Shortly after, Smith claimed to hear a loud rumbling and someone screaming "Die" repeatedly. After failing to open the door to SCP-XXXX, Smith called the police. Officers arrived fifteen minutes later, arresting Smith after discovering the drowned corpse of West. Following Foundation intervention and testing to determine the anomalous properties of SCP-XXXX, Smith and all members of law enforcement aware of the event were administered Class-B amnestics. (NEEDS REWRITE, WHAT HAPPENS TO THE LADY??)27 SCP-XXXX is the living room of the house found on [REDACTED], Evanston Illinois28. When all entry points to SCP-XXXX are completely sealed, a United States Navy submarine diving alarm accompanied by a voice vocalizing the word "Dive" several times can be heard emanating from within SCP-XXXX. Water will then begin to fill SCP-XXXX, entering through cracks in the floor, walls, and ceiling; electrical outlets; and from under doors. Water entering SCP-XXXX will not flow into an area outside of SCP-XXXX, despite the substantial space found underneath it's door for it to do so. SCP-XXXX will remain active from anywhere between ten minutes to one hour, after which the water will drain from SCP-XXXX through many of the observed entry points as well as cracks in the floor. Once SCP-XXXX has completely drained of water, all sealed entry points will open and the process can be repeated.
SCP-XXXX was discovered on 8/9/2014, after Foundation intervention into the police investigation regarding the murder of Herald West, one of the two home owners at the time. Karen Smith, the second home owner, called the police after reportedly hearing an unknown voice repeatedly yelling "Die" as well as loud banging and West's screams coming from SCP-XXXX. Officers from the Evanston Police Department arrived shortly after SCP-XXXX had completely drained and discovered West's body, quickly determining that he had drowned. Due to the unusual circumstances surrounding his death, an embedded Foundation agent present among the officers alerted nearby Site-08 to possible anomalous activity. Foundation agents posing as members of the Federal Bureau of Investigations took over the investigation, eventually discovering the anomalous properties of SCP-XXXX. Smith and all officers aware of the investigation were administered Class-C amnestics.
Description: SCP-XXXX as an existing room in a residential living space where all possible entry points can be sealed. Upon sealing all entry points, SCP-XXXX will begin to fill with a substance29, accompanied by the sound of both a United States Navy diving alarm and a voice repeating the word "Dive". SCP-XXXX-1 enters SCP-XXXX by passing through the floor, filling SCP-XXXX in approximately three minutes on average.
While active, no entry points to SCP-XXXX can be opened.
SCP-XXXX is currently Site-08 Dorm #: J463-2.
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IDEA I HAD WHILE WRITING AN UNRELATED PAPER: Room fills with only water at first, then other stuff starts manifesting but only in the room maybe then culminating with the chicago fire hook or maybe just the funny time machine submarine from maybe the future or maybe the past who's to say. Maybe it starts communicating?? Fills room with notes?? Can jump from place to place??
Like filled with copies of stuff like just gilberts right hand over and over
