DrMorgen - SCP Sandbox III

DrMorgen

Item#: XXXX

Level3

Containment Class:

keter

Secondary Class:

none

Disruption Class:

keneq

Risk Class:

caution

link to memo

Special Containment Procedures: A 6 km wide area around SCP-XXXX has been fenced off and is to be reguarly patrolled by foundation agents. Any civilians caught within the fenced off area, are to be detained and given amnestics if deemed necessary. No foundation personal is to approach within 10 meters of SCP-XXXX. Foundation personal are not to interact with SCP-XXXX-1 instances outside of approved testing. If any changes in the behavior of the SCP-XXXX-1 instances are noted, they must be immediately reported and all personal are to leave the fenced off area until the correct course of action can be determined.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a stone structure of unknown origin located 10 km northeast of the town of ___ Massachusetts. The area within an approximately 3 km radius of the structure is constantly covered in a thick fog believed to be caused by SCP-XXXX or the SCP-XXXX-1 instances in the area. SCP-XXXX is a simple structure made of four upright slabs of stone acting as walls with a fifth on top, which acts as a roof. All five slabs of stone seem to be completely natural and uncut with the exception of a doorway cut into the eastern most slab. Despite being made of seemingly ordinary stone, no known methods have been able to see inside of SCP-XXXX. Entrance into SCP-XXXX is impossible to due the SCP-XXXX-1 instances.

SCP-XXXX-1 are large quadrupedal creatures that inhabit the area around SCP-XXXX. Due to the thick fog and their shape SCP-XXXX-1 instances are easily mistaken for members of the Cervidae family¹. Closer inspection reveals that the head, although definitely deer like in shape is seemingly just bare bone, devoid of skin, muscle or anything else, the neck is also deer-like but below the neck the body shape and fur are somewhat canine in appearance. The front legs of the creatures end in long finger-like appendages with hooked claws while the rear legs end in hooves. The creature has three rows of bony spines running down the length of its back which it can launch as a weapon from its long thin tail. They are incredibly fast² and silent which when combined with the constant fog allows them to easily slip through the trees unnoticed.

The SCP-XXXX-1 instances appear be mostly herbivores but have been observed on some occasions hunting small animals. They will watch humans from a distance seemingly uninterested in attacking them unless, they are attacked first or the person attempts to enter SCP-XXXX. If someone enters a 10 meter radius of SCP-XXXX, one or more instances of SCP-XXXX-1 will appear and begin growling and hissing at them while making threatening body motions until the person leaves at which point they will also leave or attempts to enter SCP-XXXX at which point they will attack. Because of this, the only way to enter SCP-XXXX is to make use of a Scranton reality anchor as the SCP-XXXX-1 instances seemingly have a strong aversion to changes in the local Hume levels and will attack and destroy the anchor before the people.

Addendum-1:

INCIDENT LOG XXXX-A

Foreword:

Item#: XXXX

Level2

Containment Class:

euclid

Secondary Class:

none

Disruption Class:

ekhi

Risk Class:

danger

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Special Containment Procedures: A Foundation base of operations, designated Provisional Site-67, has been established around SCP-XXXX-1. All Foundation personal must be screened for previous cult affiliation, particularly involvement with the Children of the Scarlet King, prior to being allowed on-site. Any civilians caught within the premises are to be detained, questioned and then given amnestics if deemed necessary.

Any exploration of SCP-XXXX-1 needs the prior approval of the site director and at least 2 additional on-site staff of level 4 clearance or higher security clearance. All agents entering SCP-XXXX-1 must be equipped with a field grade personal Scranton Reality Anchor.

In the event of SCP-XXXX breaching containment, it is to be immediately declared a Black level threat and potential cause of an XK-Class scenario. To prevent or neutralize such a scenario, the Site-67 director is fully authorized to bring in outside containment specialists if deemed necessary.

Description: SCP-XXXX is an unknown entity inhabiting the area designated SCP-XXXX-1. SCP-XXXX is a powerful reality bender, however due to the nature of SCP-XXXX-1 it is unable to alter reality outside of SCP-XXXX-1. Though evidence suggests that SCP-XXXX wishes to escape SCP-XXXX-1, the Foundation has yet to observe it make an active attempts to free itself. This entity is possibly connected to the entity known as the Scarlet King although no concrete links have been found.

SCP-XXXX-1 is a mansion located 2 miles outside of Providence, Rhode Island. The building was constructed in 1952 by an occultist named Arthur Johansen. After his disappearance in 1962 the property was abandoned and gained a reputation as haunted due to several people disappearing inside of it. Inscribed into the foundations and outer walls of SCP-XXXX-1 are a series of inscriptions in an unknown alphabet, believed to be scandinavian in origin. These inscriptions create a field around the building that acts similar to a Scranton Reality Anchor, altering the hume levels around them to prevent alterations to the local reality.

Discovery: The existence of SCP-XXXX-1 were discovered by Foundation Agents during a raid on a compound owned by the Children of the Scarlet King on May 7, 2001. While searching the compound, the agents came across documents pertaining to SCP-XXXX-1 and how the cult believed it to contain something that would help their cause. After confirming the existence of SCP-XXXX-1, the building and the surrounding land was purchased by the foundation and Provisional Site-67 was established. Since then, multiple attempts have been made by the Children of the Scarlet King to infiltrate Site-67 and gain access to SCP-XXXX-1.

Addendum-1:

Foreword: On September 15, 2001, a team of 5 agents from MTF-Zeta-9 (“Mole Rats”)³ were sent into SCP-XXXX-1.

All Agents enter SCP-XXXX-1, layout of the main foyer is consistent with the available blueprints of the building

Commander Morrison: Alright here’s the plan we split up and sweep the building, find whatever those cultists were after and leave. Before we split up I want everyone to check their coms.

The agents check their personal radios and confirm that they are all functioning properly

Commander Morrison: Alright let’s get movi-

The room begins shrinking around the agents, until it reaches approximately a quarter of its original size.A wooden door then emerges from the wall opposite where the entrance was

Commander Morrison: Shit, someone radio this in.

Agent Smith: Can’t, something’s interfering with the radio we’ve only got communication with each other.

Commander Morrison: Alright new plan, we go through that door and look for a way out. Parker you take point.

Agent Parker opens the door, beyond it is a small room with furniture commonly found in a Victorian era sitting room on the ceiling

Agent Parker Okay that’s weird but it doesn’t look like there’s another do- Oh Shit!
// As Agent Parker enters the room he is suddenly pulled toward the ceiling//

Agent Johnson: Oh my god. Are you okay?

Agent PArker: Ya I’m fine, think I bruised my ass but other than that just confused. Agent Parker stands up still on the ceiling Woah okay that’s new.

Agent Smith: It looks like gravity’s reversed in there or something.

Commander Morrison: Do you see an exit?

Agent Smith: No there’s no other- Hang on, it looks ilke there might be a way out through the fireplace.

The other agents carefully enter the room

Agent Richards: Looks like you’re right there’s definitely a hole. Looks safe enough but its really dark, can’t see a damn thing.

Commander Morrison: Doesn’t matter let’s move.

The agents proceed through the hole

Agent Smith: Jesus Christ! It smells like something died in here.

Agent Johnson: You’re one to talk. Do you even know what deodorant is? But yeah it smells awful. Kinda like- Fuck! What just touched me?!

Agent Richards turns on her flashlight revealing that Agent Johnson had come into contact with the foot of a rotting human corpse dangling from a meathook. Sweeping the room reveals several more bodies hanging from the ceiling as well as a door at the opposite end of the room

Agent Smith: That’s just nasty

Agent Richards: Oh grow a pair. This isn’t the worst thing you’ve seen

Agent Smith: Yeah but still

Commander Morrison: Quit your yappin’. We can see the exit let's move

The agents cross the room and exit the room. However as Agent Parker is leaving, the nearest two bodies animate and grab him pulling him back into the room. Several other bodies animate and assist the others in pulling Parker.

Commander Morrison: Johnson, Smith shoot those things we need to get Parker.

Agent Smith: We can’t get a clear shot

Commander Morrsion: Damn it. Hang on Parker I’ve got you

Commander Morrison grabs Parker’s arm and begins pulling him. Agent Johnson and Richards also grab onto Parker

Commander Morrsion: Smith get your ass over here and help us.

Agent Smith: Oh god, I- I uh- I can’t I just can’t do it

Agent Parker: Smith you son of a bitch, if I die its on your fucking hands!

The three agents lose their grip on Parker. The bodies pull Parker into the darkness and the door slams shut behind them before disappearing. A loud laugh echoes as the door closes.

Commander Morrison: God damn it Smith what the hell was that?!

Agent Smith: I'm sorry sir, its just I saw those things and I just froze up, I don't know why.

Commander Morrison: Just make sure it won't happen again we need to get moving.

Suddenly an entity presumed to be SCP-XXXX appears behind them. The entity resembles a human male made entirely of a black glassy rock⁴ and wearing a red pinstripe suit

SCP-XXXX: You need to get moving you say? I can help with that

The entity snaps its finger and the hallway the agents are in shifts downwards at a steep angle causing the agents to slide down it. As the agents fall down the hallway SCP-XXXX can be heard laughing

//The agents fall for several minutes before landing in a large swamp with ruins resembling the exterior of SCP-XXXX-1 scattered throughout them.

Agent Richards: Is everyone alright? Anyone hurt
Agent Johnson: It looks like we're fine. The mud broke most of the fall

Agent Smith: Can't say the same for our gear. Radios are fried

Agent Richards: Where the hell are we anyway? Are we out of that place?

Commander Morrison: I have a feeling we're still in there. We're clearly dealing with a reality bender. We need to contact command ASAP.

SCP-XXXX appears near the agents.

SCP-XXXX:Oh your not going anywhere my friends none who enter my hunting ground ever leave. You all seem a lot more organized then my usual victims. This is going to be quite entertaining

Item#: XXXX

Level2

Containment Class:

keter

Secondary Class:

none

Disruption Class:

vlam

Risk Class:

notice

link to memo

Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-XXXX is currently both infeasible and largely unnecessary. However as investigation into SCP-XXXX is still on-going this may be subject to change.

Internet activity related to SCP-XXXX, particularly on the Parawatch Wiki or similar sites, is to monitored and if deemed necessary removed.

Description: SCP-XXXX is an apparition resembling a human male dressed in a World War 1 era American military uniform. SCP-XXXX is semi-transparent and green in hue. SCP-XXXX is seemingly able to summon similar entities, designated SCP-XXXX-1, and will always summon 2 of such entities during each manifestation.

Using facial recognition software the entity's facial features have been found to be a 92% match for a deceased American soldier, Private John Myers, who served in the 77th Division during World War 1 and was confirmed KIA during the Meuse-Argonne Offensive⁵.

Discovery: The Foundation was first alerted to the existance of SCP-XXXX on 12-5-2011, when a a post from 3 days earlier on the Parawatch Wiki containing a video of SCP-XXXX was found by a foundation plant. The post has since been deleted however an archived version is still available. After confirming the video was not doctored, an investigation was launched and on 9-1-2013 a field agent was able to document an SCP-XXXX manifestation. Since then, a further 4 manifestations have been documented.

Transcript of Video Log-XXXX-A.
recorded: 9-1-2013.

Begin Log:

0300- SCP-XXXX manifests. The entity bows while extending its left arm outward at which point, an SCP-XXXX-1 instances manifests. The SCP-XXXX-1 instance appears as a human female in 1940's attire. The SCP-XXXX-1 instance takes SCP-XXXX's hand and the two begin walking.

0303- SCP-XXXX and the SCP-XXXX-1 instance arrive at the base of an oak tree. A second SCP-XXXX-1 instance emerges from the ground. The second instance appears as a human male wearing a World War 2 era German army uniform. SCP-XXXX steps back and the 2 SCP-XXXX-1 instances embrace and seemingly begin to converse although no audio is picked up.

0304- A violin appears in SCP-XXXX's hands and it begins playing the violin. The 2 SCP-XXXX-1 instances, upon hearing the music, begin dancing together.

0725- SCP-XXXX stops playing the violin and says somthing to the SCP-XXXX-1 instances. The SCP-XXXX-1 instances embrace again then all three fade away.

End Log.

Addendum-1: After establishing his connection of SCP-XXXX, the Foundation conducted further research into Private John Myers. Aside from military documentation the only record of him are two entries in the journal of a Private Timothy Williams, who served in the same unit as Myers.

October 4 1918,

The situation is getting worse. Not only are we running low on supplies but today we got hit with our own artillery. Most of us were lucky but Johnny took a nasty hit to the neck. We got him out of there but the doctor says his chances aren't good. At this point I'd be happy if we all get captured, at least then we'd have something to eat. I hope to god this is over soon.

October 5 1918,

Johnny died last night. I was with him with him when he went. We were talking when he began crying. When I asked him what was wrong he looked at me and said, "I don't wanna die Tim, I'm never gonna see my home again, I'm never gonna see Ma or Pa or the farm, oh God Tim, I'm never gonna see Laura again."

It went silent after that. Johnny was never one to get scared. He was always the first one out of the trench and nothing phased him. Seeing him like this scared me more than any German could. How much longer must this go on?

It was a cold November night and the auction house was packed. Dozens of rich men and women were all shouting over each other bidding on a small painting of a man whose face shifted and changed as it sat on the stage. Just off stage David stood anxiously waiting. Finally the painting was sold to an elderly man in the back for seventy million. As the painting was carried off stage, a clay statuette depicting a man in tears was brought onstage and he heard the words he’d been nervously waiting all night. “And now lot 21, ‘The Sorrow of Eternity’ by David Ward.” the auctioneer announced. “Bidding starts at five hundred thousand.” David waited, but nothing came, no one called out, no one raised their hands. The room was quiet enough to hear a pin drop. After a minute or so the statuette was taken off stage and the rest of the auction carried on as if David’s hard work had never even been brought on stage.
David stormed into his apartment hurling the statuette against the wall. He couldn’t believe it this was the fifth time they'd completely ignored his work. He couldn’t understand what he was doing wrong. He spent days upon days pouring his heart and soul into his creations only for them to be completely overshadowed by first year art student tier garbage. He stared at the pieces of the statuette, now slowly pulling themselves back together. There has to be some way to get them to notice my work, he thought. Some way to make them look and make sure they kept looking.
Two weeks later the auction house was as packed as ever and David again stood just offstage waiting though this time it was he was not anxious but excited. As the statue was wheeled onto the stage the auctioneer began speaking, “And now lot 31, ‘Untitled’ by David Ward.” “This hack again?” A younger woman in the crowd asked. “Hasn’t he learned his lesson? Nobody wants his garbage artwork.” Normally this would have infuriated David but tonight was different, tonight she’d pay for those words. The auctioneer ignored the woman and continued, “Additionally David Ward has requested that before the bidding starts I read this letter regarding the piece.” The auctioneer cleared his throat and begin reading, “To long have you rich bastards ignored my work. So now i’ve made something you can’t ignore. If I were you id keep an eye on it if you want to live. Signed David Ward.” This caused quite a stir in the crowd and David could beary keep himself from laughing. “Apologies to the audience but it was the artist’s request, I hope this will not sour your opinion of this auction house. Now bidding will begin at fifty thousand.”
Just like last time no one so much as coughed until the bidding is over. As it was the last lot of the night, as soon as the bidding ended the crowd began moving towards the exits. They stopped however once they heard the crunch. Turning back the attendees saw the statue had moved from its original position and was now standing with the auctioneer’s broken neck between what were assumedly its hands. Panic broke out as everyone tried to leave as quickly as possible and of course no one thought to simply keep looking at the statue so several more necks were broken by its concrete arms. At this point, David was in stitches, he laughed as he witnessed the chaos, he laughed as he headed further backstage and he kept on laughing as he cut the power to the lights.

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