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Item #: SCP-4491
Object Class: Euclid
Looking down the creek of SCP-4491
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4491 is to have a constant perimeter set up around it with fencing and warning signs in the area in a minimal of 100 yard radius around the center of the body of water. There is to also be a station set up with an incinerator and an armed guard at all times in order to monitor and patrol the area for anything attempting to enter the area of SCP-4491. These signs are to give the illusion of toxic waste. No personnel are to approach the direct area of effect of SCP-4491 unless equipped with a full hazmat suit lined with lead. No personnel under the age of 30/over the age of 40 are permitted within the area at all, nor are any women at all.
The area is to be treated as a bio-hazard. Any instances of Non-human SCP-4491-2 are to be incinerated immediately after leaving the area of SCP-4491. In the unlikely event of an unprotected exposure to SCP-4491 without becoming an instance of SCP-4491-2, the exposed are to be taken to the nearest Foundation facility and checked for any signs of increased rate of aging/reverse aging/necrosis/fetal development. Living human instances of SCP-4491-2 are to be administered amnestics brought to Site ██ for permanent containment.
Description: SCP-4491 is a small pond and creek in █████, New Jersey. The effects of SCP-4491 extend roughly 200 feet in every direction from the center of the pond. In the area, it can warp the entire concept of life, death, and aging. After ~3 minutes of unprotected exposure to this field, any organic life will be declared an instance of SCP-4491-2. This could have various different effects. SCP-4491-2 can exhibit dramatically increased/decreased aging. This could even result in them aging in reverse with similar distorted rates of aging. Though, in many cases aging has become totally irrelevant as they could begin to have their organs immediately shut down as the body decays rapidly. Women can experience their eggs being fertilized by unknown methods as life is created from nothing. Granted, none of these pregnancies have succeeded as all of the mothers thus far have died of either aging or reverse aging at the hands of SCP-4491. When speaking in terms of plant life, there have been cases of a poison berry bush alive and well with dead berries, decomposing seeds, and so on.
Addendum 4491.1
A small squad of MTF-Beta 7 (Maz Hatters) was deployed on November 18, 20███ soon after the discovery of SCP-4491 to investigate and log instances of SCP-4491-2. The following is a transcript of their radio communications.
Bravo: This is Bravo, radio check.
Charlie: I hear you loud and clear, Bravo.
Alpha: Alright men, we don't have much time to waste. I'm getting word that we only have a limited amount of exposure time before it can start effecting us. Delta, you are coming with me to gather photos of age-distorted creatures or plants. We will hopefully bag a dew plants as well to bring back to Site ██. Bravo and Charlie, you two are going to take the chicken wire and begin setting up a perimeter based on the dead trees. We can worry about it looking pretty later. Now, move.
Delta: Sir, with all due respect, are you sure we should send the new kid out without you?
Alpha: Charlie will do fine. He wouldn't be on this amazing task force if he didn't have the skills to prove himself with. Besides we wont be too far apart.
The squad splits to fill their respective tasks. Further communications are between Bravo and Charlie.
Bravo: Pass me the spikes and mallet, we should pin one of the warning signs onto this tree.
Charlie: Bravo, we might have an issue here. The wire sliced through my glove.
Bravo: Do you need me to run to the truck to grab the first aid kit?
Charlie: Naw, I'm fine. No bleeding- at least not yet.
Bravo: Just make sure you don't get your hand near the water, who knows what that shit will do to you.
Charlie: Roger.
Bravo: Aaaand… Done! I think we got this side pretty well marked.
Charlie: Let's go meet back up with cap and Delta. Don't want to actually wound myself this time.
(There are audible sounds of leaves crunching while the two walk.)
Charlie: So how long have you been on Beta-7?
Bravo: Oh I don't even remember how long. Maybe █-ish years? Long enough to know that this is an easy mission, busy work almost.
Charlie: Woah, you must've done some pretty awesome stuff to have even lived this long.
Bravo: By far the coolest thing I ever did was fight off an army of zombies. I felt cool but I actually got some of the least kills.
Charlie: Man, I wish I could do that. I would have great stories with tasks like fighting zombies.
Bravo: Don't get too ahead of yourself. You will see some pretty messed up things. Stories may sound cool but you don't want to live them too often. You barely sound like you're out of puberty with that cracking voice, there's no way you are ready for stuff that dangerous.
Charlie: Oh shut up, I'm grown.
Bravo: Heh, sure.
The squad regroups to pack up plant specimens of SCP-4491-2
Delta: Hey I was waiting for you two to get back.
Charlie: How's it-
(Charlie clears his throat)
Charlie: How's it going?
(Bravo begins laughing at Charlie)
Bravo: I'm telling you- I think that hazmat suit is getting a bit big on the kid.
Alpha: Actually, Charlie are you sure you got the right size?
Charlie: Yeah I know I did. The only thing wrong with mine is I ripped the glove.
Alpha: Shit. Shit!
Delta: What's wrong, sir?
Bravo: Don't worry, don't worry. He didn't get near the water.
Alpha: The water isn't the anomaly, the area is the anomaly, you idiots! He's been exposed for how long now?
Charlie: I cut it like 5 minutes ago… I'm feeling weird sir…
(Charlie falls to his hands and knees, the gurgling of blood comes through his mask with his hands shrinking at a rapid pace.)
Bravo: Mother of god… come on, ████████, stick with us! We can help you.
Delta: Code names, Bravo! We can lose a man but we are close enough to civilization that if somebody hears our information then this whole operation is a bust and we will be knee deep in trouble with the Foundation!
Alpha: Delta is right. Keep your voice down… He is beyond the point of no return, Bravo. We can't help him…
(Alpha opens the medical kit in the transport vehicle. He rips off Charlie's mask and applies a chloroform rag over his bloody face to stop him from screaming.)
Alpha: Load him in the truck with the plants. I will call HQ and we will figure things out from there.
The squad returned with Charlie's dead body. Regardless of the dead agent, the mission was deemed a success because the squad went undetected by locals. Charlie's body was incinerated at Site ██.
