Whistiling Pigs
Whistiling Pigs
By: TheElegantManTheElegantMan
PUBLISHED: 25 Sep 2022 06:48
rating: 0+x
Item#: XXXX
Level3
Containment Class:
esoteric
Secondary Class:
apollyon
Disruption Class:
amida
Risk Class:
critical

WARNING


SCP-XXXX EVENTS HAVE BEGUN OCCURRING AT A RAPID RATE. AN INEVITABLE XK-CLASS END-OF-THE-WORLD EVENT IS EXPECTED TO TRANSPIRE IN THE COMING YEAR.

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is an uncontainable phenomenon. Those who believe that an SCP-XXXX event is beginning to occur in their area are to report to their nearest commanding officer to ensure proper evacuation procedures.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a meteorological phenomenon involving the sudden surge of an anomalous wind with properties that are capable of displacing solid matter. This displacement of matter forms holes of variable sizes in the objects the wind touches, disregarding the type of solid it interacts with. This phenomenon covers a large area, one that usually contains a large population of organisms.

These events are not instantaneous, instead taking 24-48 hours to complete. The damage left behind from an SCP-XXXX event leads to the complete death of all organisms (including single-celled organisms) within its area of effect and the dishevelment of human-constructed structures. Evacuation procedures will be discussed later on in the document and are to be disseminated amongst Site Directors.

SCP-XXXX was first made known to the Foundation following a report stemming from a farmer located in Oklahoma. The farmer was known as Kyle Whitiker, who inherited the farm from his father.

Note: The following camera recording is a conversation between Officer Jones and Kyle following the deaths of two of his pigs.

Video LOG


<Begin Log>

Officer Jones: Kyle, how you've been? I haven't seen you since the barbeque.

Kyle Whitiker: I've just been dealing with a lot lately. The animals have been giving me a headache acting like a bunch of Goddamn crazies.

Officer Jones: Huh? Sorry to hear that man. Well, what do you need help with right now? I mean you called me over for a reason, right?

Kyle Whitiker: Yeah, come walk with me.

They both begin walking toward the farm.

Kyle Whitiker: It's been a tough few weeks man. I'm starting to get cramps all over and I feel like I'm getting so sluggish.

Officer Jones: It's called getting old.

Kyle Whitiker: I'm only 33.

Officer Jones: Old in your line of work.

Kyle Whitiker: Maybe, but… That's not the worst of it right now. The animals are just losing their minds. The horses, the chickens, the pigs… All of them.

Officer Jones: What do you mean?

Kyle Whitiker: They're walking like it's getting harder for them. Moving around like things are always blurry, running into walls like they aren't there. Just weird. And it's getting hard for me to keep up. This headache is killing me.

Officer Jones: Well, I can if I can get my boys to come over and help you out. Seems like you need it.

Kyle Whitiker: Thanks. But that's not why I brought you here. Two of my pigs died.

Officer Jones: Really? Was it coyotes?

Kyle Whitiker: I don't think so. At least I've never seen a coyote do… that.

The camera pans toward the decrepit corpses of two pigs. They are riddled with holes of varying sizes, with one's left leg being completely removed. Their organs are left out on display and are also filled with holes.

Officer Jones: What the fuck?

Kyle Whitiker: That's what I said. Don't think a coyote is responsible for this.

A slight whistling sound is audible.

Officer Jones: What is that?

Kyle Whitiker: The pigs. They've been making that noise ever since I found them. Maybe it's from the wind going through the whole. Damn wind's been picking up as of late.

Officer Jones: Jesus. Um, I'm gonna stay here for a little while. See what I can find cause this shit is… Ugh.

<End Log>