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Cope, the lad from somewhereoverthereaville, embarked on his journey… -Navimaster
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Tale Series: Another Day for the Foundation
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Tale Series: The Gamble
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Tale Series: Under the Sun
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- Isaiah 60:19: SCP-001 and 4086
Reports/Logs/Interviews
- Incident Report C6-215
All of the Challenges from 2011 to 2020
Status: In Progress
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept in a humanoid containment chamber within Site-17. LED spotlights must surround the cell, ensuring no shadows come in contact with it. Any change in SCP-XXXX is to be reported immediately.
Update 12/6/2003: SCP-XXXX-1 has been provided with counseling and further education.
Description: SCP-XXXX is the shadow of SCP-XXXX-1, a 36-year-old white American male. SCP-XXXX-1 is known as Clarence Carter. SCP-XXXX has the illuminated outline of a mouth, eyes, and body, similar in appearance to SCP-XXXX-1. SCP-XXXX is capable of communication with SCP-XXXX-1 but is unable to communicate with other organisms. SCP-XXXX is amorphous, stretching and morphing into various forms at will. SCP-XXXX is able to detach itself from SCP-XXXX-1 to interact with shadows. Contact with these shadows corresponds to movements with the objects creating them.
SCP-XXXX-2 is a framed 8x10 linseed oil painting, titled "Worldly Different Perspective". It depicts the countryside with a black figure on a hill, standing next to a great oak tree.
Discovery: SCP-XXXX was discovered on December 3rd, 2002 in Charleston, West Virginia. Following SCP-XXXX-1's arrest at the Virginia State Museum, it frantically pleaded with officers that they had made a mistake and that it would pay for the damages. Embedded Foundation agents investigated and reported the suspected anomaly, removing SCP-XXXX-1 to Foundation custody for interrogation.
SECURITY VIDEO LOG
DATE: 12/3/2002
NOTE: Retrieved along with any evidence of SCP-XXXX and SCP-XXXX-1's nature during the incident.
[BEGIN LOG]
23:10: <SCP-XXXX-1>: <Commissioner's Gallery is empty, SCP-XXXX appearing dimly, manifested on a painting labeled "Horizon West".>
23:12: <SCP-XXXX observes SCP-XXXX-2>
23:15: <SCP-XXXX-1 enters the Gallery.>
23:16: <SCP-XXXX-1>: "Thomas… Where are you?"
23:16: <SCP-XXXX gets SCP-XXXX-1's attention>
23:17: <SCP-XXXX-1>: "You've been in here for nearly two hours. Let's get outta here."
23:18: <SCP-XXXX shows distress, communicating with SCP-XXXX-1>
23:19: <SCP-XXXX-1>: "What are you talking about?"
23:20: <Futhur communication>
23:21: <SCP-XXXX-1>: "Of course I didn't alert anyone. Just like in the movies, I picked the lock and sneaked over here. James Bond-style. You don't hear any alarms going off, do you?"
23:22: <SCP-XXXX shouts at SCP-XXXX-1>
23:23: <SCP-XXXX-1>: "Wait, what?"
23:24: <Police enter the Gallery, yelling for SCP-XXXX-1 to raise its hands>
[END LOG]
Update 1/1/2003: After review of the security footage, MTF Iota-10 ("Damn Feds") searched for SCP-XXXX with no results. SCP-XXXX-2 was taken to Site-99 for investigation along with any other objects SCP-XXXX interacted with. Upon reaching its destination, SCP-XXXX revealed itself hidden inside the shadow of SCP-XXXX-2 on cameras, infiltrating Site-99 and gathering information on SCP-XXXX-1's whereabouts. No casualties reported. SCP-XXXX's location is unknown and containment is still in progress.
Addendum XXXX: On-site personnel has noted that SCP-XXXX-1 and SCP-XXXX regularly communicate, with SCP-XXXX-1 asking SCP-XXXX for personal advice, including discussions of SCP-XXXX-1's containment, and apparent amnesia. It should also be noted that investigation into the family or prior life of SCP-XXXX has been inconclusive.
Update 6/15/2003: SCP-XXXX was successfully contained at Site-17 by MTF Mu-13 ("Ghostbusters") after an attempted containment breach of SCP-XXXX-1.
Update 10/23/2003: SCP-XXXX-1 is allowed to send postcards once a year after a review of their content.
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX, SCP-XXXX-1
Interviewer: Dr. Rose
Foreword: The Interview was an attempt to uncover any information of SCP-XXXX's origin. It should be noted that SCP-XXXX is referred as "Thomas" by SCP-XXXX-1.
<Begin Log, 20:03>
Dr. Rose: "Can you tell us why you broke into the Museum?"
SCP-XXXX-1: "I didn't mean to do anything wrong… I'm sorry, I was just trying to find Thomas."
Dr. Rose: "It's alright, we know. There's nothing for you to be sorry for Clarence. Were you following him into the museum?"
SCP-XXXX-1: "Yeah, I… I tried to. Thomas told me to stay outside while he went in, and… He was in there for so long and I got worried, so I went in and tried to find him…"
Dr. Rose: "Of course. That's considerate of you. You do seem to care for him."
SCP-XXXX-1: "Yeah, we've been together for a long time. We go everywhere together."
Dr. Rose: "…Really now? How long is a long time?"
<SCP-XXXX-1 holds up his hands and counts his fingers.>
SCP-XXXX-1: "Uhh… 8 years? Yeah, 8 years. We met 8 years ago and we've been looking for my family together ever since."
Dr. Rose: "We've been looking for your family as well."
SCP-XXXX-1: "Really?! Did you find anything?"
Dr. Rose: "We can't say that we have at this moment. Can you give us any clues?"
SCP-XXXX-1: "I'd love to! But… Thomas and I haven't found anything either… We've been looking all across the country! We traveled everywhere and still can't find them…"
Dr. Rose: "Did you ever request help from authorities?"
SCP-XXXX-1: "I… We tried, but no results. They labeled me a John Doe… I don't trust them anymore."
Dr. Rose: "Understandable. We hope we can change that for you. Were you and Thomas alone all that time?"
SCP-XXXX-1: "Pretty much… I did make friends! But Thomas always told me we had to keep travelling… We had to find my family no matter what, and friends would get in the way… We sent them postcards, though! I wonder if they're still out there…"
Dr. Rose: "I'm sure they're thinking about you. Do you know anything about Thomas's origin?"
SCP-XXXX-1: "Like… Where he came from? Hmm… I don't know. Now that I think about it, I really don't remember anything about him. Do you know, Thomas?
<SCP-XXXX shrugs, visibly moving its mouth.>
SCP-XXXX-1: "Thomas says he doesn't remember anything, either."
Dr. Rose: "We will do our best to help you find your family, as well as any information regarding Thomas. Do you feel comfortable with us conducting more interviews and tests?"
<SCP-XXXX-1 expresses discomfort and hesitates to respond.>
SCP-XXXX-1: "Well… I—"
<SCP-XXXX addresses SCP-XXXX-1 and moves its mouth, communicating with SCP-XXXX-1.>
SCP-XXXX-1: "…Yeah. Yeah, we can do that. Anything that helps."
Dr. Rose: "Thank you, Clarence. We'll do our best to find your family."
<End Log, 20:23>
Closing Statement: SCP-XXXX-1 seems highly trustful of SCP-XXXX, and did not hesitate in answering accordingly and truthfully. It's possible that he’s holding back on details. -Dr. Rose
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Dr. Rose
Foreword: After the retrieval of the anomalous painting, it was imperative to question SCP-XXXX for any information on the item, and further investigation into its past with XXXX-1. XXXX was given a chair to manifest on without the presence of XXXX-1. A journal and pen were supplied for XXXX to answer the questions.
<Begin Log, 06:15>
Dr. Rose: "We found a painting in the museum Thomas. It depicts the countryside with a black figure on a hill next to a tree. Do you remember anything of that kind?"
<XXXX interacts with the shadow of the pen, writing on the first page of the journal. The pen hovers in the air, scribbling at a fast pace. Once done, he lets go of the shadow, the pen falling to the ground. It hands the journal to Dr. Rose>
SCP-XXXX: I'm sorry doctor, but I can't help you.
Dr. Rose: "Why not?"
<XXXX writes on the page again and slides it over to her>
SCP-XXXX: "Look, giving you answers will only lead to more questions. Questions you wish to have answers to. Some questions shouldn't be answered, Doctor."
Dr. Rose: "Our main concern at the moment is that one of our agents vanished while near the painting."
SCP-XXXX: Your agents are none of my concern.
Dr. Rose: "All I'm asking is if you know anything, Thomas."
<SCP-XXXX hesitates before returning to its writing>
SCP-XXXX: How about this. I'll answer anything you need to know, and you answer a few of my questions in return.
Dr. Rose: "Very well. I'll see what I can do."
SCP-XXXX: First question. What exactly does your organization do?
Dr. Rose: "We research creatures like yourself."
SCP-XXXX: For what purpose?
<XXXX's eyes narrow. Their smile from before disappears.>
Dr. Rose: "Our prime objective is to understand creatures in our world to protect people who are unaware of things such as yourself."
SCP-XXXX: I assume that is your automated response to creatures like us?
Dr. Rose: "I can assure you that we have no such thing as automated responses. Besides, you are the first I've had the chance to meet. My description is true to the organization's purpose.
<XXXX pauses for a few minutes. He returns to writing and hands the result to Dr. Rose>
SCP-XXXX: Dr. Rose. If I cooperate with you. Will you let Clarence and I go?
Dr. Rose: "That all depends on your responses, Thomas. You must be honest with us for the results you desire.
<XXXX takes several minutes before responding>
SCP-XXXX: Give me your word. Your word that you will not harm Clarence under any circumstances.
Dr. Rose: "You have my word."
SCP-XXXX: You can begin with questioning.
Dr. Rose: "What do you recall about the painting we discussed?"
SCP-XXXX: It's where I originally manifested from… The painting itself, that is. It is the source of my creation.
Dr. Rose: "Do you know why the painting is painted the way it is?"
SCP-XXXX: I don't. I'm sorry, I… I don't have any clue of its origin.
Dr. Rose: "That's alright. Would you give us full cooperation if we were to test its capabilities?"
<SCP-XXXX quickly scribbles>
SCP-XXXX: No.
Dr. Rose: "Why not…?"
SCP-XXXX: Look, I just can't help you test it. If I did that, I don't know what would happen to Clarence.
Dr. Rose: "I told you, Clarence is under our care. He'll be fine."
SCP-XXXX: You don't know that.
<SCP-XXXX appears distressed>
Dr. Rose: "Can you elaborate?"
SCP-XXXX: That painting was the thing that created me. If I try to interact with it, I don't know what will happen to Clarence. Wherever I go, he goes. I tried to tell him this when he was younger, but he didn't understand. Do you understand?
Dr. Rose: "Not entirely. Do you have a physical connection to Clarence?"
SCP-XXXX: Let me put it simply. I'm not his shadow. He's mine.
Dr. Rose: "Could you elaborate?"
SCP-XXXX: Listen. I came here through that painting from somewhere else. When I first arrived, the world I came from attempting to correct what was missing. It gave me Clarence. I don't know what will happen if I leave Clarence here. He might disappear or remain as he is… I have no idea. And the thought of that alone terrifies me.
<End Log, 06:24>
Closing Statement: SCP-XXXX is extremely hostile but seems to trust us. It is extremely protective of XXXX-1 and discussed compliance at the request of my word. The connection to the painting must be investigated further. -Dr. Rose
Update XXXX-1 Date Obtained: 8/9/2003
VIDEO LOG
DATE: 12/21/20██
NOTE: After the following audio log, XXXX and XXXX-1 have ceased all communication.
[BEGIN LOG]
21:30: <XXXX-1>: "Tom, why do you keep avoiding the question!?"
21:31: <XXXX turns his back to XXXX-1 and crosses it's arms>
21:31: <XXXX-1>: "No! No, you can't treat me like a fucking child! I'm a grown-ass adult!"
21:32: <XXXX turns, it's outlines shouting something>
21:33: <XXXX-1 goes silent>
21:34: <XXXX separates from XXXX-1, moving to the shadow of the bed>
[END LOG]
Update XXXX-1 Date Obtained: 10/2/2003
Interviewed: XXXX-1
Interviewer: Dr. Doxon
Foreword: Dr. Doxon was tasked with understanding what had happened during Audio_Log_XXXX-52.
<Begin Log, 14:34>
Dr. Doxon: "Please state your name for the record SCP-XXXX-1."
XXXX-1: "For the love of God, call me Clarence. Clarence Carter."
Dr. Doxon: "Okay."
<Dr. Young opens a folder and takes out a pen>
Dr. Doxon: "So tell me. What happened between you and SCP-XXXX?"
<XXXX-1 becomes agitated>
XXXX-1: "His name is Thomas and we're not on speaking terms…"
Dr. Doxon: "…Why is that?"
XXXX-1: "Because to him, I'm just some object. A public transport."
Dr. Doxon: "Could you elaborate?"
XXXX-1: "I'm saying I was wrong! I don't have a family, I don't have amnesia, and Thomas is just a fucking liar! This whole time, I've been wandering from place to place! Making friends only to leave them! Just because Thomas had his own secret-fucking-agenda!"
<Dr. Doxon remains silent.>
XXXX-1: "He never cared about me. I was just his bus… To get back to wherever he came from… I don't want anything to do with that liar. Please… Just let me out of here. He's the anomaly, not me."
<SCP-XXXX-1 begins to cry>
<End Log, 14:39>
Closing Statement: Psychiatric evaluation by foundation also concluded that SCP-XXXX-1 has experienced a significantly stunted psychiatric development. Based on these findings, the Intelligence Quotient (IQ) of the subject has been determined as 80, with a mental age of 15.
Final Update XXXX, XXXX-1, Date Obtained: 01/20/20██ XXXX-1 was supplied with regular foundation necessities. Two of which were a journal and pen. At 24:30 when XXXX-1 was asleep, XXXX wrote the following:
Clarence,
I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't mean to lie to you. I only wished to keep you safe. You were the first thing I saw in this world. You were the only thing that kept me going. It's true, that I used you to get back home. But I just wanted to teach you how to live before I left. I knew you couldn't survive without me, so I tried my hardest to teach you everything I knew. This world is cold, dark, and unforgiving. You were my shadow and I was yours. I found my way back home.
But…
I didn't know what would happen to you if I left.
You could have disappeared the moment I went back.
So I stayed.
I let myself get caught.
Just to make sure you were okay.
Please forgive me.
Your friend, Thomas
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Status: Terminated
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is held in Site-17, inside a standard humanoid containment chamber. XXXX will always have a tracking device and name tag on its the person. Two Security Personnel will always be positioned near SCP-XXXX with tranquilizers.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a human male of European descent. SCP-XXXX's anomalous properties manifest when in a two-meter radius of an object undergoing any type of entropy. Under these conditions, SCP-XXXX will involuntarily reverse the entropy of the objects; objects cannot be organic. SCP-XXXX has stated that it is unable to be killed, be injured, or age; the validity of this statement is currently unknown, with plans to test it.
Appendix: During a containment breach of SCP-058, MTF Epsilon-6 "Village Idiots", were attempting to contain it, as it traveled to the urban city of ██████. While causing havoc, an MTF operative viewed the death of SCP-XXXX via crushed by rubble. At first, the operative passed by it as normal. Later, however, during the mission, the operative saw XXXX walking away normally with no wounds visible. SCP-XXXX was then apprehended and taken to Site-17.
Note: Please don't use SCP-XXXX to repair personal belongings. While we are all thankful that the coffee machine is working again, that was only because we needed it for testing SCP-XXXX's effect on non-organic objects. -Dr. Morales
Retrieval Interview:
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Dr. Morales
<Begin Log, Date █-██-████>
Dr. Morales: My name is Dr. Morales, and I'll be reviewing you after the disaster that occurred in ██████. You are one of the few survivors. Can I please get a name?
SCP-XXXX: Alan Draper.
Dr. Morales: Can you please explain why you decided to not help anyone during the disaster?
SCP-XXXX: There are two precepts of having semi-divinity.
<SCP-XXXX holds up his index finger.>
SCP-XXXX: The first is to mind your own business.<SCP-XXXX holds up his middle finger with his index finger.>
SCP-XXXX: The second is to not be bothered by things.
Dr. Morales: How long have you known about your anomaly?
<SCP-XXXX takes a moment to consider, in deep thought.>SCP-XXXX: As a child, my father would always have me go to work with him. Every time we sold things to customers, our items were never flawed. People would come far across the land for our wares. I was a child at the time, so it never struck me as odd. It was the norm. Never sure if my father knew. Then I went off to war with all the others. While fighting, a spear went right through the side of my neck.
<SCP-XXXX points to the side of his neck.>
SCP-XXXX: It didn't take a genius to figure out the rest over time. One thing led to another. Decisions were made and time went on.
Dr. Morales: I see… How long have you been alive?
SCP-XXXX: I stopped counting after 200 years.
To be told…
"This is Agent Jackson, reporting in."
He stood in the white hallway. The spotlight hanging over him was ever-bright as always. In-front of him was a black, metal door, the signature Foundation logo on it. An ID scanner next to the door, accompanied by a metallic sign. The words on it, in big, bold letters.
Intelligence Analysis
Cope
Video cameras lined along with the ceiling tiles. Most likely there were more that people couldn't even see. He noticed they had moved from their neutral position, looking at him. While feeling intimidated by the omen, he had come too far. Before he could even knock, it slid open. Inside, piles upon stacks of papers and folders made the majority of the room. Some neat and others are disorganized. He looked up to see them almost reaching the ceiling. A latter sat next to a pile.
In the far back of the room, a young man sat in an office chair, his fingers typing at the keyboard of a standard Foundation laptop. It was the only light illuminating the gray room. The young man wearing black slacks, a white-collar, and a black tie. His glasses reflected the document he producing. A metallic watch resting on his wrist, ticking louder than the soft sound of the keyboard.
"Agent Jackson, I presume," he said, not bothering looking up.
"Yes sir," Jackson responded.
"Good. Now, do you mind if I ask you three questions?" Cope asked.
"No sir," Jackson remarked.
Cope stopped typing, wheeling himself to a wall filled with file cabinets. Hitting a button on his watch, it lit up, allowing him to navigate the folders until he grabbed one in particular. Taking it out, he slid back over to the desk, placing it in-front of Agent Jackson.
"Now, before you look at that, let's talk." Cope said in a friendly gesture, his gray eyes looking to Jackson for the first time.
Jackson nodded, "What about sir?" he asked.
"Incident Report C6-215. You showed some remarkable traits. Traits that not every average agent possesses." Cope said.
Jackson recalled the event. It was bloody. A breach from a certain living toy caused quite the ruckus. He saved a handful of researchers and agents. But he didn't believe he displayed anything noteworthy. Cope seemed to think otherwise.
"Yes sir. I remember." Jackson said.
Cope nodded. "Well, I would like to know if you'd like to join my team in intelligence analysis. How does that sound?" He asked.
Most people would kill for a job like that. It would be a little boring, but it's safe and secure. Compared to most jobs in the Foundation that is. But that doesn't usually add up in the Foundation. There's always a catch. Whether you see it or not makes all the difference. This could be a chance for many things. Jackson could imagine the doors this could open for him.
"Could you give me an idea of what I'd be doing all day?" Jackson asked, leaning back in the chair.
Cope smiled, pondering on how to respond.
"Well, you'll have to learn a few things. First off, can you keep a secret?" Cope replied. His face retained a smirk but also held a serious fixation inside of his gray eyes.
Jackson leaned forward and nodded.
"I've been with the Foundation for years. I've kept my fair share of secrets." Jackson said.
Cope nodded. The green light from the terminal is the only thing that showed Cope's features. His fair skin and dark circles under his eyes as he seemed to hold onto every word that Jackson used to reply.
"Can you be honest?" Cope asked, eyes narrowing.
"I would never lie to the Foundation," Jackson responded.
Loosening his tie, Cope smiled, his eyes darting to the file between them. Indicating he should look at the contents inside. Jackson's hands reached for the file, pulling out two familiar pieces of papers inside.
DeCIRO Catalogue Number: SC-15/20
Document Type: Step Compilation
Dates Received: 02/15/2015 through 04/20/2015
Operation Status: Open
Foreword: Cope. To (of a person) deal effectively with something difficult. In reality, that is only a short-term solution. He cannot live. Chaos is something no one can be truly prepared for. It is the center of what was and what shall be. And it had always been so.
Hereafter we of Delta Command document the Steps of the Plan as transcribed by the Engineer of the Chaos Insurgency.
1. STEP [15/17]
Request transfer to Site-19. Update once answered.
DeCIRO Catalogue Number: FR-17-01
Document Type: Summary Report
Date Received: 02-17-2015
Author: Agent Jackson
Summary Report: Transfer accepted. Awaiting further instructions.
2. STEP [15/18]
Look for work under/with any of the following personnel:
- Agent Dandelion
- Agent Wick
- Agent Hart
> **DeCIRO Catalogue Number: FR-18-02
Document Type: Summary Report
Date Received: 02-20-2015
Author: Agent Jackson
Summary Report: I'm working with Agent Hart. I've been informed of a Team Lead in Intelligence by the name of Cope. Awaiting further instructions.
**3. STEP [15/19]
Arm explosives to SCP-XXXX, XXXX, XXXX, and XXXX. They will be found in locker 2B in the technical wing. Use any means necessary.
> **DeCIRO Catalogue Number: FR-19-03
Document Type: Summary Report
Date Received: 02-31-2015
Author: Agent Jackson
Summary Report: Explosives have been armed. Awaiting further instructions.
**4. STEP [15/19]
You will be asked to visit the Team Lead Intelligence Analysis, Cope. He will ask you a few questions from your recent mission during Incident Domino-13. Under your chair is a P250 semi-automatic pistol. Terminate the target at your own discretion. You'll have ten minutes before surveillance is reestablished.
Reminder: Target is anomalous. Take caution.
His hand reached for under his chair, only to find nothing there. A slight chuckle came from the young man across the desk. Looking up, he saw past the laptop that illuminated the room was Cope. A shit-eating grin on his face as he held the pistol in his hands, holding him at gunpoint. The only sound in the room was Cope's chuckle and the sound of Jackson's blood vessel about the burst.
"Third question," Cope said, his face removing the once prominent grin. "Can you plan for the worst possible outcome?" Cope finished with bright green eyes.
The next few moments felt like eternity slow for both men. The only difference being that one of them enjoyed it.
Jackson attempted to reach for Cope's neck. Security burst through the door, ordering everyone to get down. Cope pushed the desk into Jackson.
The desk's impact made Jackson fall into one of the many piles of paper. Like dominos, they all came down. Jackson was drowning in a sea of papers and yelling for Cope's demise as his voice was drowned out by A4 paper.
GOI-987_Post-Report_Summery: It took 30 minutes before Jackson was dug-up. Cope received criticism for not contacting security sooner. Cope stated he called security, obtaining the file only minutes prior. The explosives were already disarmed from an anonymous tip to inspect said areas. Investigation and Interrogation are already in progress with former Agent Jackson.
To be told…
Gabriel heard the snap of fingers, his vision focusing on the individual in front of him.
"Hey, space cadet, wake up."
Kenji looked straight into his eyes, making sure he had the Courier's attention.
"I'm sorry sir, I was just-" Kenji interrupted him with a sigh. "Spacing out. Yes, yes, I know Gab. You do that. Just make sure to keep all those thoughts inside your head. We don't need that around the workplace."
All Gabriel could do was nod. He wasn't wrong after all. Even though he didn't see his family for months at a time, delivering things from site to site, you needed to keep everything outside of work outside.
"Yes sir. What do you have for me today?"
Kenji sighed again.
"Listen Gab. You're one of our best, but you never seem to understand one thing. You know that that is. So say it with me."
Gabriel did know what it is sadly. He just always forgot. With a deep, internal sigh, he spoke in sync with Kenji.
"Where am I going today?" they both said in a monotone voice.
Kenji nodded in approval, even if he knew Gabriel wasn't going to remember.
"You're going to Site-19 again. The stuff is already loaded. Don't stop at any stations, safe houses, or civilian locations."
Gabriel's heart sunk.
"No stops? They need this thing that badly?"
"Ease on the questions Gab. But yes, they need it that badly. Don't worry about having to do anything for fuel or rations. You'll be having four agents accompany you. They'll be in the back of the truck. Whenever you need more food, rest, etc, you call them.
To be told…
Dr. Doxon roamed the halls of Site-19. Staff was running in a blaze as everyone looked to the giant flat-screen TV in the lounge. Doxon looked over to see live footage of Agent Dmitri shotting what looked to be thousands of armed CI, all riding SCP-939. All of the men and women in the lounge were looking in suspense. Suddenly, the sound of a ukulele came in the distance. Dr. Clef was leading Alpha-1 "Red Hand" into battle, shotgun in one hand and saber in the other. The crowd cheered as all hoped seemed lost.
Doxon, on the other hand, was very bored. He had seen similar versions of this before. Others would be bored if they weren't new. He was one of the longest surviving personnel on-site.
Most are killed in raids, infections, betrayals, cults, not abiding by regulations, Looking at Dr. Rights in the wrong way, Code Brown, Senior Prank Day, explosions, tests, D-Class riots, looking at Kondarki the wrong way, metric agents, pissing off the O5, not refilling the coffee machine, looking at Dr. Bright in the wrong way, and of course, mentioning the bottle incident…
Only him and a handful of other, insignificant staff, remember how things used to be. Not that it matters due to the fact that if you mentioned it, you would probably be terminated.
It was hell for Doxon.
But there was a silver lining…
He knew how to survive and enjoy the little things. By following the rules you may say? GOD NO! Doxon saw the patterns and knew something was going on, but not WHAT was going on. But, luckily, one of the patterns would save his life forever. Someone none of the senior staff took seriously but was senior staff none the less.
Dr. Glass.
Unlike most of the other seniors that were constant badasses, Glass was always the optimistic, nice guy. People either liked his presence or were annoyed by it. He never got credit for his work due to his college's work with decomms and saving the day, every day.
Doxon came to the door, Head of Psychology next to the door. Dr. Glass right below it. He was loved more than ever. It was an unspoken truth among the older, lower-leveled staff.
Nothing horrible truly happened around Dr. Glass.
Unless he was interviewing the Senior Staff, he was the only Senior Staff that wasn't a total ticking time bomb.
Doxon walked inside to see Dr. Glass sitting in his chair, going over papers.
"Dr. Glass, mind if I talk with you for a bit?"
Dr. Glass looked up, looking more tired than ever.
"Doxon, god it's good to see you. Do you mind helping me? I have someone coming in from the field soon."
Doxon had acquired his trust, working with Dr. Glass whenever he had the chance. This is how he's lived so long. No reason to stop now.
"No sir, it would be a delight. I was actually hoping to transfer under your branch if you don't mind."
Glass smiled.
"I've been getting that a lot. No idea why. You've been a huge help over the past year, however, so I can put you somewhere high on the resumes. What do you think of that?"
If Doxon managed to pull this off, he would be set for life.
"That would be amazing sir."
Doxon heard the door open from behind him. Smoke already clouding up the room as the flapping of wings could be heard. Oh god… No. Not HIM.
"At least you were on time for once." Dr. Glass said.
Kondaki didn't even notice Doxon, as he just looked past him.
"Well, I had nothing better to do, since Clef beat me in a game of rock-paper-scissors. Now, what kinda questions do you have for me this time Glassy?"
Doxon instinctively moved away from Kondraki, as the doctor made way to the seat across Dr. Glass, sitting down. Doxon knew this was his time to escape, slowly walking out, until a voice cut the air for him.
"Where are you going Doxon?"
Doxon went pale as he turned his head.
"Oh- You know- I-I thought you needed room for this interview, so I decided to take my leave."
"Kondaki was the man from the field I was talking about."
Doxon had to hold in his piss as he completely turned around. "You don't say!" he said in a quivering voice.
"Just get your ass over here so Glassy can get on with this. I'm already regretting coming here in the first place. Gears have more emotion compared to this room.
Doxon, in one swift stride, was standing next to Dr. Glass, a fake smile across his face.
"Now that we're all here…" Glass said while taking out some notes. "Let's talk about the mission with SCP-" Kondaki interrupts Glass, looking at Doxon.
"Why is he here again Glass?"
"He's been helping me for the past year." Glass said calmly. "I wanted him to stay to understand what he'll be dealing with if he moves to my branch as he request just a few minutes ago."
Kondaki's eyes narrowed.
"Are you sure he can be trusted Glass? Seems unusual for someone to be eagerly helping YOU of all people. People always swarm to me and Clef for the missions outside this portion of the site."
Glass sighed heavily.
"Maybe because everyone doesn't want to go out and rip things apart every day. Actually helping people." Glass said, slightly annoyed.
"Sorry Glass, but I think your golden heart is getting in the way of your head. The only reason someone would attempt to work with you is if…" Kondraki's eyes narrowed as he stood up.
"Don't think you can fool me. Even if you look like another researcher, I know you're apart of the Chaos Insurgency!"
Before Doxon could do anything to defend himself, he reached for his handgun, knowing this would be the last chance to take out Dr. Glass.
"Hold on Kondaki." Glass said, his hand raised. "I really doubt Doxon would be a CI, much less danger.
Dr. Glass was going to die by his hand right! He never had any combat before, much less knowing how to use a gun.
"Glass, he has a fucking gun for Christ sake, don't you see his hand reaching for it!?" Kondraki bellowed, pulling out his saber.
Doxon looked at nothing in his coat the standard Glock-19 in his lab coat. He didn't remember where he got it remembered putting it into his coat this morning. But hadn't the faintest clue why he had it.
"Kondaki put away the Saber. Doxon, I don't recall you having permission for firearms. Please hand it to Kondaki." Glass said, unamused with Kondaki's outburst he had been so prone to.
"Y-Yes, sir," Doxon said as he stared over the large man overlooking him. Kondaki was no doubt intimidating with his reputation.
He slowly handed the gun to Kondraki, who merely glared at Doxon with amusement.
"You're pretty brave for a CI, you know that? I'm glad you came through. I couldn't have asked for anything better to get me out of this interview." he said, taking the gun and pointing it at Doxon.
It's complete nonsense that Kondaki thought he was a CI Agent. Had has been working for the Foundation before the CI was a thing! true he was the best of the best. Doxon had to think of how to get out of this mess kill both of them while he had the chance! What else could he do!?
Dr. Glass stood up, getting in between both of them.
"Kondaki… Doxon's file is flawless and has been working here before the CI was founded. Yes, he could be in deep cover, but that is highly unlikely. He's had more than enough chances to kill me. I've looked over his record. Spotless. Be reasonable and put down the gun." Glass said, slightly intimidated by the gun in his face.
Something was wrong. Doxon felt like his mind was being split apart. He was holding in the pain, while his thoughts were to kill Glass while his back was to him just not be killed by Kondaki. Glass was his only defense from the doctor's onslaught objective. If Kondaki got in the way he would just have to call reinforcements let the doctor be.
"Glass, you have five seconds to move," Kondaki said in a harsh voice.
"No Kondraki. You move. We'll schedule this interview for another week." Glass replied, still remaining composed.
Kondraki glared past Glass and to Doxon.
"If anything happens to him, I won't stop with just you," Kondraki remarked, leaving the room, with SCP-408 following him.
Doxon fell to his knees, hands on the ground, sweating profusely. Dr. Glass went down.
"Are you alright Doxon?"
Doxon breathed heavily, his mind clearing.
"Y-Yeah. I'm just glad you're here." Doxon said, with a smile on his face.
Dr. Glass smiled back, helping him up.
"Hope he didn't scare you too much. He's a handful, but he has his heart in the right place." Glass said with a sigh.
"It's fine sir. Now about that transfer…"
To be told…
"The sun will no more be your light by day, nor will the brightness of the moon shine on you, for the LORD will be your everlasting light, and your God will be your glory." -Isaiah 60:19
"Father God," he breathed heavily.
"We thank you that your amazing unfathomable love-"
Cory looked over his suit.
"which has been poured out for us at the cross and poured into us by the Holy Spirit."
He looked at his weapon, the nozzle still hot.
"Help us to walk by faith."
Cory turned the corner.
"Help us to endure in suffering."
The things heard, slowly creeping from cars on the road.
"Help us to own our need of you."
Cory could feel his legs in pain as he ran. He ran as fast as he could, off the road and on the dam. The abominations following.
"Help us to fully embrace your Son, Jesus Christ, our Redeemer," Cory yelled, turning his head to see the wave of flesh coming towards him. Their cries coming from the horrid creatures. Illusions. Falsehoods. Lies.
Cory ignored his friends, his family, his wife, children, and coworkers. The illusions, falsehoods, and lies.
"So, pour out your love into our hearts, IN INCREASING MEASURE BY THE POWER OF YOUR HOLY SPIRIT, THROUGH JESUS CHRIST OUR LORD!" Cory yelled, his voice gradually rising.
He saw the concrete ring, water pouring into the gated spillway. He couldn't help but smile.
"IT IS HIS NAME THAT WE PRAY!" Cory cried, jumping into the ring, turning back to see the creatures attempting to follow him. A blob of flesh, eyes, mouths, and teeth. It screamed at him to come back as it jumped with him. Cory pulled the trigger, flames spewing from the nozzle, destroying the flesh.
He fell into a black pit, what he believed to be at least, if not more, 300 yards. As he fell, he screamed in joy, "AMEN!"
And everything went black.
2014 CHALLENGE: Random Character Generator Challenge
1st Character: Foundation, Female, 37, Idiotic
2ed Character: Minor Group (Your design, containing <100 members), Female, 58, Peevish
3ed Character: Office for the Reclamation of Islamic Artifacts, Female, 22, Megalomaniac
To be told…
Okay, let's see if I can do this.
Site-52: (Protected, Armed, Storage)
Site-52 is a colossal underground self-sustaining complex, close to the city of Calgary. One of the many projects to preserve humanity from any K-class scenario. No less than 10,000 personnel are on the site. A number of inert anomalous objects with no risk of autonomous interaction are on site for use in case a K-Class Scenario occurs. A list of plans is labeled for each scenario on file for Site-52.
Site Director: ████ P. Turner
Head of Research: █████ "Jamie" ██████████
Chief of Security: Erin Turner
List of K-Class Contingency Plans:
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures:
Description:
Addendum:
To be told…
Cope sat at his desk, the one he rarely ever left. In front of him were three individuals. Three he had never seen (nor heard) before. A woman in a black suit, accompanied by two MTF operatives. Both which he didn't have profiles on. That was… unusual. His gray eyes darted, looking over all of them.
The woman sitting across his desk looked to be in her 40s or 50s. She looks to be European? It was hard for him to tell. She held a walking stick with both of her hands at the handle, smiling to him.
"You look young," she said.
"I get that a lot." He said
Whoever he was talking to must have high clearance. He had a profile on almost everyone. Almost everyone… The only ones he could think of would be highly classified MTF… Or researchers with level 5 projects… Or..
"I'm told you're very competent at your job young man. Are the rumors true?" she inquired.
He felt goosebumps down his whole body as the answer he had been searching for appeared in his mind, the color of his eyes turning bright orange.
O5
"Are the rumors true?" she repeated, snapping him back to reality.
"I would like to think so ma'am…" he said.
"That's good to hear. If you're as competent as they say, then answer me this. Who am I?" she asked with a hint of curiosity.
His mind began to race. Should he answer the question? Should he reveal any information he had on the people that could end you with a single word? No, even less than that. All they need is a THOUGHT.
She stared at him in silence, waiting for an answer.
Cope stopped and began to think, analyzing the situation in front of him, assuming he only had 5 mins or less to answer the question.
He assumed she was an O5 member. If so, she must have a very good reason for being here. Why would she come to him? No. He had to ignore that for now. He had to answer the question.
What he knew of the O5 was very limited, as expected for anyone that had any time in the Foundation. But he had some details to work with.
She's female. In her 40s or 50s. She looks to be European. As the details went through his mind he came to one conclusion:
He needed more time. He didn't have enough. He would have to make the answer vague and pray it would be acceptable.
Cope sat cross-legged in the chair, attempting to relax.
"You're apart of the O5 council. An Overseer?" he asked.
The woman smiled.
"When I entered the room, you looked so relaxed. When I asked you the simple question, you assumed the most serious face, Mr. Cope. Yes, I am, indeed, apart of the O5 Council." she said.
Cope was silent. He hadn't worked with the Foundation for long. Six years. Nothing compared to the people that have had this job for decades. His eyes slowly turned yellow. So why is she here?
"I have another question, Mr. Cope. Have you heard the term, Alpha-Nine?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Do you know the background behind it?"
"Only what I've looked into. There was an MTF titled "Pandora's Box". It attempted to use SCPs in a task force. It ended poorly…"
"Poorly is a way you could phrase it…" she replied.
"And now you're doing it again… At least, those are the rumors."
She nodded. "We have, which brings me to why I've come to you, Agent Cope," she said.
Upon saying this, the MTF hands her a folder, his name attached to it.
"Six years in our service and one of the Foundation's youngest." She said, flipping through.
"A former field agent, transferring to intelligence after two years in the field. For the last four you've worked as a supervisor in Intel Analyze. You somehow always seem to get hold of what you're superiors want…" she said holding her finger on a page.
"And lastly. You're anomalous," she said with a smile.
"Only my eyes ma'am," he said, his eyes reverting to orange.
"Now now, we both know that's a lie, and we both hate liars. Don't we?" she questioned.
She was right. Even though he hated to admit it. Shouldn't have lied, to begin with. Much less to an O5 member.
"Yes ma'am."
"I already know what it is. So here's my offer," she said, as another MTF hands her a separate folder, placing it in front of him.
"You're young. We need that. Can't have older staff running the whole show. I believe we need a fresh perspective. I know you may have many concerns given Pandora's Box, but-" She was cut off by Cope's clean voice.
"I'm in," he said, eyes pure, bright yellow.
She looked rather surprised, which made him almost chuckle.
"Why the quick response?" she asked.
"You mean why I didn't hesitate?" he rephrased. "Because I see the dangers. But this can do more good than bad. The older staff may still have a stick lodged somewhere, but this can work." he said with a faint smile.
"This is your final say?" She asked.
"Yes."
"Very well. Let's begin."
To be told…
Dr. Rose sat in Dr. Kenway's office. In all honesty, she was scared. Dr. Kenway (which he hated going by) was known for being harsh to researchers. However, he was good at his job, no doubt, and he rewarded anyone for being competent.
"You asked for me, sir?"
"No, I asked for the tooth fairy. YES, I asked for you, Dr. Rose."
"S-Sorry sir."
"Yeah, stop that. Don't say sorry and expect me to care. Just learn from the fuck-up." he said.
"S-" she stopped herself before it came out.
"What was that?" he asked with an eyebrow raised.
"Surely noted sir."
He looked at her with amusement, taking out a folder from his desk without looking.
"Let me see here…" he said, opening the folder.
"You're name is Tyler. Tyler Rose. You've only worked here… 1 year. Damn, you're green. Okay, I'm gonna give you some slack Rose, since your new here and all."
"Thank you Dr. Kenway-" She was cut off by Kenway, as he slammed the folder on the table.
He hated being called that.
"Nope. Stop right there. You can just call me Scott, Or Scott Kenway, Or Kenway. No fancy titles, yeah?"
"Okay Scott," she replied.
Scott was an odd one. Usually, doctors were ticked off when their title was not added to it.
"Now, onto the reason, I called you here. SCP-XXXX. Remember him?" he asked.
"Well yes, a few weeks ago I did an interview with him."
To be told…
Date: 03/23/20██
I woke up. I dreamed about being trapped inside SCP-4086. Never been to the place, but I've read all the files.
Called a meeting. The team seemed to be under good morale. I informed them about the locations of suspected anomalies and to continue the good work.
I went to my office. Booted up my Terminal and contacted assets.
- Agent Dobbin is currently raiding a Chaos Insurgency outpost.
- SE Salem reports an encounter with a Serpent's Hand member. I'll have to get back to her on that.
- Director Lonny reports personnel acting unusual at Site-123.
- Agent Sal was terminated. This proves that the sector is, in fact, the territory of a potential GOI or Anomaly.
- All other assets in limbo.
I woke up. I dreamed about SCP-2485. Apparently, I was in a drinking contest with Dr. Kenway. For what reasons, I will never know. Better dream than before.
Dr. Bois and Dr. Samson asked for me to come with them to lunch. They're both nice, so I accepted. While low-level, they have brilliant minds. I'm sure they're going to move up in no time. Once I send Lonny a recommendation to test them, they'll probably become team leads soon enough or die horrifically. Either way, they're trustworthy. Can't wait to see them again.
As for the update on SCP-5006. I've been looking into what the object class is, but it's still pending. That's just downright weird. Most are classified in under a month or week. Which means there's more to it than meets the eye. That can be very good, or horrifically bad.
I woke up. It was the middle of the night. My chest felt heavy. A D-Class stood in the corner of the room. He just stared at me.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept in a standard humanoid cell, reinforced with graphene around the entirety of the cell. Anyone that intends to interact with SCP-XXXX must read the guidelines listed under the addendum. A strict list of items that can(not) enter the cell is also provided in these guidelines.
Following Incident XXXX-13, (1) D-Class Personel is to interact with SCP-XXXX every twenty-four hours.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a 52 cm plushie, made of polyester fiber. Further research into the compounds that make up SCP-XXXX has been denied. SCP-XXXX is sentient and capable of speech, being multilingual. While acting for the betterment of those around it, SCP-XXXX has shown to suffer from a borderline personality disorder. Any act that opposites its view on reality sends it into a state of disarray. When this reality is shattered, it has violet outbursts, resulting in accidental casualties around it and intentional casualties of whomever it claims has insulted itself.
Discovery:
Addendum:
Contents:
Introduction
Items
Manner
Speech
Last Resort
Introduction: Due to SCP-XXXX's volatile nature, certain items, manners, and speech are strictly prohibited within SCP-XXXX's cell. Any personnel that interacts with SCP-XXXX and fails to meet these requirements will be locked into the cell with SCP-XXXX until inevitable termination.
Items: List A is viable to bring to SCP-XXXX. List B must never come in contact with SCP-XXXX. Keep in mind that the list is examples to go by. Any items not labeled on this list must be taken to Dr. Doxon for review.
List A:
- Children books
- Children Toys
- Disney Movies
- Plushies
- Board games
List B:
- Political Items
- Any graphical content
- Any movies over PG13
- Cards Against Humanity
Manner:
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures:
Description:
Addendum:
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