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Item #: SCP-X
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Knowledge of SCP-X must be kept at a social equilibrium in which SCP-X is both acknowledged, but not widely present in the memetic headspace.
Specifically, SCP-X is allowed to appear in media, but have restrictions based on spread and communication. For instance, YouTube channels are allowed to post videos depicting SCP-X, but the comments section is locked to prevent discussion of SCP-X.
Since ants naturally have high reproductive potential, population control is unnecessary.
Description: SCP-X is an interspecies specific social phenomenon, typically between an adolescent human (hereafter referred to as the subject) and a colony of ants. SCP-X typically consists of an event in life where the subject encounters an anthill and proceeds to terminate it. Details vary between instances, such as ant species and methods of destruction, but is invariably viewed and remembered upon favorably. Memories regarding SCP-X are considered nostalgic, and interviews regarding SCP-X are significantly easier to conduct, given that Foundation employees also experienced SCP-X at some point in their lives.
SCP-X itself can be forcefully prevented, via methods such as confinement. However, these exceptions to SCP-X would instead dream or visualize undergoing SCP-X, despite never being told about SCP-X, suggesting that SCP-X is an infohazard.
Discovery: On 11/11/13, a video was uploaded to YouTube documenting a metalworking project in which molten aluminum was poured into an ant colony, after which the cooled aluminum was excavated and displayed.
This led to massive success for the content creator, and several copycat channels begin to do the same, destroying anthills in increasingly creative and destructive ways. Several chatrooms will be established on multiple hostsites, dedicated to discussing SCP-X.
Additionally, several prominent user profiles that advocate for pacifism and animal rights have commented on the video positively, despite doing the opposite in other animal related media.
Project Proposal: Therapy
Direction: Human Resources Division (HR)
Status: Completed
Overview: Given SCP-X's high potential for interpersonal relations, personnel are to find a way to use SCP-X to treat depression.
Complications: None. The following log depicts successful utilization of SCP-X.
Psychologist Fanny May and Lieutenant Olliver R. Jayson sit across each other in a small, hot cubicle. Jayson smokes a cigarette, staring at the ceiling, before exhaling.
Jayson: Why am I here again?
May: To help you.
//Jayson continues to smoke, filling the room with hot air. Both are visibly sweating.
Jayson: Fat load of shit. I told you, I don't…
Jayson inhales again, coughing.
Jayson: …don't need help.
May: Maybe you don't feel that way. Regardless, I'm still here for you.
Jayson: You're paid to be here.May: And yet, you still showed up. You didn't have to come. It wasn't mandatory.
May leans forward, moving her computer to the side. She scoots her chair closer to the desk.May: What are you thinking about right now?
Jayson: Smoking.
May: What brand do you have right now?
Jayson: I don't know. HR gave them to me. Said they're the healthy version.
May: Healthy how?
Jayson: Takes away thirty minutes of my life instead of an hour.
May: Say, Ollie, this is really stressing me out, being inside all day. Is it fine if I call you Ollie? I think we should have a change of pace.
She stands up, motioning Jayson to follow. Eventually, he complies, following her throughout the facility.
May: Sorry, but we'll have to do a bit of wandering. I still get lost, despite working here for three months now.
Jayson: Where are we going?
May: It's a secret! Ollie, it's a good name.
Jayson: We're going to the courtyard, aren't we? This hallway only leads to containment and the courtyard, and I know you aren't cleared to handle anomalies.
May: I got you! I got you!
May shoots Jayson with two finger guns.
May: I did get cleared to handle anomalies! Well, one. One anomaly.
Jayson: It's probably Safe.
May: I got you again!
May stops walking and intensifies her finger gun pointing. After a short pause, she continues walking.
Jayson: I don't remember any Euclid anomalies that'll help me.
May: I never said Euclid.
Jayson: It has to be Euclid. Can't be Keter, that's just a dumb fucking idea. Still have no idea what you're leading me to.
May: You'll see.
They reach the end of the hallway, and May takes out a large key ring with dozens of keys.
May: One sec.
She fumbles with the keys.
Jayson: I think you're lying.
May: Why- dang, not that one. Why would you say that?
Jayson: There's no anomaly. They're not that stupid to give you clearance for it. This is just a trick to get me to "go outside" or the stupid shit shrinks always pull. Well, I choose cigarettes. I choose staying in an empty room and sleeping whenever I want. I hope I die from monoxide poisoning. I wish I did. This is all stupid.
May: I see. Well, the door's open. See for yourself.
//They walk out into the open courtyard. There's a tree situated in the center, with a gravel path circling and snaking outwards. Next to the tree is an anthill, planted a week earlier.
Jayson: See? I knew it.
Jayson walks outside, pushing the anthill over with his feet.
Jayson: Fucking waste of time.
He then begins to stomp his feet.
Jayson: Why do I have to be here? I can't- I fucking should have killed their asses! I was in there with my entire squad! They were exactly the same as me. Actually, fucking- they were stronger…
May joins in, jumping on the anthill. They take turns kicking the anthill.
Jayson: I was the dumbest one, they all scored higher than me on the stupid placement- thing- fuck!
He slows down.
Jayson: I- I hate them. I hate them for leaving me here. I hate myself for being here.
He slumps to the ground, sitting in the shade of the tree, and hugs his knees.
Jayson: Why am I here?
May: Because you aren't weak. You survived, and I'm sure your squad would have wanted you to be alive.
Jayson: Not captain. He wanted to kill me.
May: Pretty sure he would've killed you on mission if he actually hated you.
Jayson sits quietly with his head in his arms.
May: Listen, I don't know what you went through. I'm, like, not cleared for that information. But even agents need to cry. That's literally what they said in my orientation.
May sits down next to him.
May: It's pretty unfair, isn't it? You think that you should've died. You feel as if you weren't as strong or as smart as your friends. You were in the same place, at the same time, but you felt that you didn't deserve to be there.
Jayson: It's fucking bullshit is what it is. It was all suicide missions. We knew what we were getting into.
May: You didn't. You're still alive. It went against what you thought should have happened, so you smoke because it kills you. You know that.
Jayson: You don't know that. Anomalies are everywhere. Everything could be a simulation.
May: You know that's a terrible argument too. I know you're smart. Foundation doesn't recruit willy-nilly. Foundation needs smart people. You're here because you're the best of the best.
Jayson: Then why. Am. I. Here?
May: I need to convince you that you deserve to live, because you do. A "why" doesn't need to exist. This reminds me of a story.
