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A polaroid of SCP-XXX.

Item #: SCP-XXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXX can be let out from 8AM to 6PM daily and put to bed at 6:30AM. Otherwise, it must be contained inside of a human infants sleeping unit alongside other items associated with children. Other blankets, silicone dolls of infant’s, stuffed animals and music that has been shown to soothe infants will be placed inside of the containment center, or else SCP-XXX will imitate infant cries indefinitely.

During the 8AM to 6PM time, SCP-XXX may be fed milk, allowed to play with Doctors and Subjects and be shown images of children. Nap times are allowed, and SCP-XXX must be watched over as this happens.

Description: SCP-XXX is a 25x25 cm baby blanket with a stuffed lamb directly in the middle of it. Although it has no organs or bones, SCP-XXX is conscious and has the intelligence of an average 18 month old human infant. SCP-XXX’s underside is a smooth, silky texture. The top is lightly soft, and the body of the lamb is made out of soft cotton. Upon touching SCP-XXX, test subjects have hallucinated joyful memories of their childhood, alongside a smell that only the subject could smell, often associated with their childhood. SCP-XXX is also attracted to women who have recently given birth for unknown reasons. SCP-XXX will also implant false joyful childhood memories into those who have had any abuse during childhood, up to an unknown age.

Recovery: SCP-XXX was found in a ███ donation center inside of a box that contained a journal, a ███ brand baby bottle and two double A batteries. Testing on the objects has remained inconclusive on any anomalous properties, and further tests are to be done. The journal has several ripped pages and has black ink spilled over a majority of the entries, but some of its contents can be read.

JOURNAL ENTRY 1, UNKNOWN DATE
I’ve heard many things about writing a journal to express loss of a child. I heard that it was healing, that it’d help you forget, and yet I can’t forget about her. I remember how long I spent in labor with her. I spent hours with searing pain down my back and I thought I was going to die, but I did not. I survived. She didn’t. ██, who had spent such a long time inside of my body, growing in me… she just died. I held her and she died. Her funeral was last night. I sobbed for the entire day. I know her memory will carry on, but at the same time I can’t just let go of her. We had her entire crib set up. I’ll just never get used to this. Never.

JOURNAL ENTRY 2, UNKNOWN DATE
Me and ████ decided that we were going to box up ██’s nursery. I’ll probably keep a few of her things up on top of the fireplace. Her ashes. That cute blanket that we got her. The footprint that we took of her after she passed. It’ll fit in, we have other family items up there. ████ says that after a while, we should try to have another baby. I don’t know how I’d feel about that. Would it be replacing ██? I hope not.

JOURNAL ENTRY 3, UNKNOWN DATE
I’m a fucking idiot. I was trying to put the ashes up above the fireplace, but I fucking spilled them on the blanket. It was just a bit, though. I was able to push the rest of it back inside. I felt like I just disgraced ██ in some way. Other than that, today was good. Some friends came over, gave condolences and I couldn’t have been grateful enough. We had a great dinner with the ████ family, they brought over that delicious risotto that I craved so much when I was pregnant. It was absolutely scrumptious and I need to ask ██ for the recipe. We also packed up more of ██’s room, and we are thinking about donating it to the ███ center nearby. As much as I’d love to keep it, there are many other children who need these things, right? At least that’s what I hope. I pray that ██ is watching over us, and is approving of us giving her things away.

JOURNAL ENTRY 4, UNKNOWN DATE
We’re packing up the rest of the things today. Moving out of the house finally. And I’m pregnant again. ██’s stuff is almost gone. We are keeping the ashes, nothing more, nothing less. I can’t believe that I am recovering from this. It’s insane what support can do to you. I will never forget ██ as long as I live, and I know she is watching over us until we return to heaven with her. I know that this is what she would have wanted, for her mother to be happy. I love you, ██. For as long as I shall live.

Addendum SCP-XXX 2Rb: 10/25/1█ - During test A38, SCP-XXX was found to be able to consume liquid milk using a hole on the underside of the blanket, where the stuffed lamb is sewn to the blanket. There has been no waste found near SCP-XXX. It is unknown why SCP-XXX is able to consume.

Addendum SCP-XXX 3BR: 2/13/1█ - During test I98, SCP-XXX has learned how to stack up to four blocks, and has been seen to imitate actions that D-Class does to it on its doll.