Per 
- Curiosity Slaughtered The Cat
- Something Left Behind
- Cliche-Con, 2019: We Are Being Hunted
- MEAT
- Ethics Committee Anomaly
- John Duck's Proposal - Prometheus
- I Didn't Want Her to Grow Old
- MUTA
- FLEXAPUS FUCK YEAH
2/4580 LEVEL 2/4580CLASSIFIED |
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Item #: SCP-4580Object Class: Neutralized |
The location in which SCP-4580 was initially discovered.
Special Containment Procedures: No physical containment procedures are required. Primary containment efforts of SCP-4580 regard the suppression of information of its existence.
Description: SCP-4580 was an American Shorthair cat (Felis catus) which lived on the surface of Mars.
SCP-4580's only anomalous properties were its unnatural speed and its ability to survive within the Martian atmosphere without the assistance of external equipment.
SCP-4580 appeared to be stalking the Martian rover Curiosity over the period of two months. During this time period, SCP-4580 behaved in a manner similar to a standard predatory cat, avoiding Curiosity's line of sight. If SCP-4580 were to be noticed by the Curiosity rover, SCP-4580 would quickly vacate the area, running into Curiosity's peripheral vision and disappearing.
2/3725 LEVEL 2/3725CLASSIFIED |
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Item #: SCP-3725Object Class: Safe |
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3725 is to be monitored at all times by personnel of no less than Level-3725 clearance. Under no circumstances should personnel be allowed near SCP-3725 without O5 Council and Ethics Committee approval nor without wearing sound-proof accessories around the ears.
Description: SCP-3725 refers to a subterranean tunnel leading directly beneath the surface secured by a hatch. Testing has revealed that SCP-3725's depth may be endless.
SCP-3725's primary anomalous property, aside from being possibly endless, is the emission of cognitohazardous sounds from within itself which can be heard even when SCP-3527 has been shut completely. Upon a subject hearing these sounds, they will be subject to multiple anomalous phenomena including, but not limited to:
- Belongings of the subject will begin to disappear at a gradually increasing rate until all belongings, including clothing, cannot be located.
- The subject will experience an increased rate of clumsiness and a severe decrease in balancing while standing and/or walking.
- The subject’s family will undergo events usually considered “unfortunate,” commonly leading to severe injury and/or death of one or more family members.
- Any and all car crashes the subject may find themselves in will be fatal despite the possibility that the speed of the vehicle may not be considered strong enough to even injure an individual.
- The subject may experience severe heart problems which ultimately lead to sudden cardiac arrest.
5/3725 LEVEL 5/3725CLASSIFIED |
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Item #: SCP-3725Object Class: Keter |
Item designation number: 44271FF-0031
Warning: Item displays properties harmful to humans
Description of item:
Small children’s music box. Constantly emitting music dangerous to humans when heard. Previously under possession of item designation ████████-002. When the music coming from the item is heard, the person who heard said music will suddenly get a heightened sense of fear, anxiety, and homicidal thoughts. If the music is heard for long enough (roughly 30 seconds or more), the person will begin to try and enter the “abyss” located at the far end of the chamber (the “abyss” is an apparently endless tunnel where the far wall should be located. When attempting to look into the “abyss,” it just ends in abrupt darkness and nothing can be seen). All subjects who have entered the “abyss” have never returned and have been declared missing.
Detail of current containment:
Item sits on a stone pedestal in a subterranean room secured by a hatch on the surface. Chamber has been equipped with soundproof materials to prevent possible harm to personnel. Outer area patrolled by armed guards. Personnel attempting to enter the chamber are unauthorized until said personnel and the guards outside are equipped with noise-blocking earmuffs. Researchers outside the chamber spectating the “abyss” following the incident on June 26, 1901.
Report:
Recovered following the event on June 26, 1901 (which is apparently “mind-manipulating,” a conclusion made following a discovery that the mass majority (>98%) of Earth’s population forgot the incident entirely). Despite forgetting the event, the population which have been affected by the event in this manner claim to be unable to remember what they were doing or what was happening on that date.
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> File 'SCP-4448' selected. Opening…
A native instance of SCP-4448-2.
Item #: SCP-4448
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4448 has been secured within a 1 km2 area in its location within Yellowstone National Park with a perimeter consisting of electrified fencing no less than three meters in height topped with barbed wire.
Interaction with SCP-4448-2 instances should never be conducted if the initiation of the interaction was performed by Foundation personnel; personnel should only enter SCP-4448 with the intent of further exploration and/or the survey of SCP-4448-1 instances. If interaction has been initiated by an SCP-4448-2 instance, the instance is to be tranquilized.
Description: SCP-4448 is a semi-transparent spacetime anomaly in the shape of an equilateral triangle which acts as an entryway into an extradimensional area (hereby referred to as SCP-4448-1) resembling a tundra. SCP-4448 is suspended .5 meters into the air with each of the portal's sides measuring 17.1 meters in length.
SCP-4448-1 appears to be endless and has a constantly altering geography while mostly remaining flat. SCP-4448-1's altering geography usually consists of a variety of irregular lodges2 made by native entities that are theorized to live within (hereby deemed SCP-4448-2 instances).
SCP-4448-1's most notable anomalous property is an effect which heavily limits visibility within itself. Due to this effect, subjects who enter SCP-4448-1 are only able to see approximately twenty-five meters in any direction with the sight leading into complete darkness following said distance in a manner similar to the way in which a flashlight operates.
SCP-4448-2 are sapient, typically-clothed humanoid entities extremely similar in appearance to a standard human male. The only differences between regular humans and SCP-4448-2 instances are the instances' extremely pale skin, lack of eyes, and irregular mouth. The mouths of SCP-4448-2 instances are entirely void of teeth, gums, a tongue, and other things commonly found in the mouths of sapient organisms. The mouths of SCP-4448-2 instances do not reflect any light, appearing to consist solely of darkness.
Upon an SCP-4448-2 instance noticing (a) human subject(s), said instance will calmly3 approach the subject(s) and emit a continuous vocalization similar in sound to radio static. Occasionally, these vocalizations will change from their ordinary sound to either the voices of multiple individuals or a radio broadcast.
Upon a varying amount of time of constant vocalization from the SCP-4448-2 instance(s), the entity will slowly proceed to go into a fetal position on the ground near the subject. Said instance will then rock in place, a motion commonly partnered with trembling.
Addendum 4448.1 - Official Initial Exploration: Upon the discovery of SCP-4448, a single D-Class personnel had been deployed into SCP-4448 with the intent of survey of SCP-4448-1. The subject was equipped with a head-mounted camera capable of recording and replaying video and sound. The following is a transcript of the exploration.
[BEGIN LOG]
[For sake of brevity this transcript begins approximately two minutes and sixteen seconds into the recording. D-18219 has already entered SCP-4448 at this point in time. Due to SCP-4448-1's primary anomalous property, the visual recording is extremely dark and can only appear to pick up whatever is directly in front of D-18219.]
D-18219: Holy fuuuck, it's cold.
Dr. Callaghan: D-18219, please continue in any direction of your choice.
D-18219: Uh, okay. Do me a favor, yeah?
Dr. Callaghan: Hmm?
D-18219: The next person you send in here, send them with a jacket. Like, seriously.
[The sound of Dr. Callaghan chuckling briefly can be heard.]
Dr. Callaghan: Alright. Please continue.
[D-18219 begins to walk in a straight line directly from SCP-4448.]
Dr. Callaghan: D-18219, please describe what you see.
D-18219: Well, if I'm frank with you doc, I can't see shit. It's all fucking dark except for the flashlight-beam-thing in front of me, just like you said when—
[D-18219 stops talking as a set of trees come into view of the camera. D-18219 looks up in an attempt to find the top of the tree, but the anomalous light source does not reach the top of any tree.]
Dr. Callaghan: D-18219?
D-18219: Yeah, sorry. I found some really skinny trees. They're tall, doc. I can't see the top. Just darkness after about seventy feet or so.
Dr. Callaghan: How many do you see?
D-18219: Uh.. six? In a hexagon shape, almost like a perimeter of something. Except there's nothing in the middle. [Pause] I feel like there should be. It just doesn't look right, doc. I don't know what it is about it, but it makes me uneasy.
Dr. Callaghan: Hmm. Please continue.
[D-18219 begins to walk away from the trees to his left. He continues walking as he speaks.]
D-18219: So, what is all this? I mean, yeah, you told me what it does and stuff and all of that, but what is it?
Dr. Callaghan: That's classified.
D-18219: You're really sending me into a place where only a few other people entered when they found it and you're not going to tell me what exactly that place is? I think it's only fair.
Dr. Callaghan: Sorry. I don't feel like losing my job today.
D-18219: Fair enough, I guess.
[D-18219 continues to walk for thirty-seven seconds and then gasps, stopping in place. A wall constructed of wooden logs blocks his path.]
Dr. Callaghan: D-18219! Are you alright? What do you see?
D-18219: Yeah, um, sorry. I'm alright. Just didn't expect a fucking wooden wall to appear out of nowhere. Scared me a bit.
Dr. Callaghan: Does the wall appear to be a part of something? A building, possibly?
[D-18219 looks up, showing a roof-like structure on top of the wall.]
D-18219: Yeah. Could be. Want me to see if it's actually a building?
Dr. Callaghan: Please.
[D-18219 begins to walk alongside the perimeter of the wall. It stretches approximately thirty meters before turning, creating a corner.]
D-18219: It's a building.
Dr. Callaghan: Can you find a door?
D-18219: I'll try.
[D-18219 takes four steps and then stops. A window comes into view attached to the building. The window is boarded up next to a door leading inside.]
D-18219: Do you hear that? What the fuck is that?
Dr. Callaghan: I.. can't hear anything. What do you hear?
D-18219: Static. It's coming from inside. I can hear it through the window and through the door.
Dr. Callaghan: Do you hear anything else?
D-18219: Wind blowing. It just started now. [D-18219 shivers.] Shit, that does not help the already fucking freezing temperature. Nothing else, though. I'll consider myself lucky.
Dr. Callaghan: Seems appropriate to do. D-18219, can you see through the window?
D-18219: Barely. There are boards blocking it up like something you'd see in a zombie movie. It's making it really hard to see. [Pauses.] Wait. I see a weird light, getting stronger and then weaker and then stronger again. Almost like a.. flashlight running out of batteries. I can't make out where it's coming from, though.
Dr. Callaghan: Have you found a door?
D-18219: Yeah. It's right next to the window.
Dr. Callaghan: Please attempt to open it.
D-18219: …you're kidding.
Dr. Callaghan: I'm afraid I'm not. D-18219, attempt to open the door.
D-18219: Come on, man, I—
Dr. Callaghan: You're aware of the consequences of being insubordinate. Open the door.
D-18219: I…
[D-18219 takes multiple deep breaths and then suddenly grabs the handle, attempting to twist it. The handle moves to the left and then stops halfway through. D-18219 appears unable to make it go any further.]
D-18219: It's locked.
Dr. Callaghan: Are there any other entrances?
D-18219: It doesn't look like it, but I can look around.
Dr. Callaghan: Please.
[D-18219 walks around the perimeter of the building. The only possible entrances are windows which have been boarded up.]
D-18219: Nope. Just more windows.
Dr. Callaghan: Alright. Please continue, then.
[D-18219 begins to walk away from the building.]
D-18219: Do you know what the fuck that was?
Dr. Callaghan: Truthfully? No. That's the first time we've seen something like that.
D-18219: [Sarcastically] Oh boy. I sure do love being the guinea pig. [Pauses.] This place is so fucking weird. I just keep walking and it feels so empty. I've only run into two things and it's been what, ten, fifteen minutes? Seriously. Place gives me the creeps. I don't like it one bit, doc. Not one bit.
Dr. Callaghan: Please continue.
D-18219: Yeah, yeah, I'm walkin', I'm walkin'.
[The sound of a door opening and then slamming shut can be heard from behind D-18219. He turns around in an attempt to locate the origin of the noise. Nothing can be seen from the camera.]
D-18219: [Hesitantly, whispering] Doc, what do I do?
Dr. Callaghan: Head towards the origin of the slam.
D-18219: [Still whispering] Fuck no! Are you kidding? Look, I tried to open that door before and fought back all of my instincts, but there is no fucking way I'm going to go towards the damn thing that just—
[Suddenly, an SCP-4448-2 instance begins to sprint towards D-18219 from the direction of the sound. D-18219 shouts as SCP-4448-2 begins to begin a vocalization. D-18219 quickly begins to sprint in the direction he was originally traveling.]
D-18219: Holy shit! Holy fucking shit! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!
Dr. Callaghan: D-18219, what is it?
D-18219: [Panting] It's a fucking thing, dude! I don't know, it's fucking screaming in static and it's.. fuck, it's fast!
[The SCP-4448-2 instance gradually picks up speed, eventually reaching a point where said instance is directly behind D-18219.]
D-18219: No, fuck! It's right behind me! I can hear the fucking static like it's a whisper in my ear! God, please help me!
[The SCP-4448-2 instance violently tackles D-18219 from behind, getting on top of the subject and vocalizing directly into D-18219's face. The instance's static vocalizations alter into what sounds to be a radio broadcast as this occurs.]
SCP-4448-2: [Static.] …two bodies found in Yellowstone National Park— [Static.] …deep lacerations cover the victims— [Static.] …a large tooth was found within one of the victim's chest cavity— [Static.] …taking in for further study. Police say that the incident is a bear attack, though— [Static.] …doesn't match the tooth of any known animal. Investigations are ongoing. [Static.]
D-18219: Get the FUCK—
[D-18219 punches the instance in the temple, causing a loud crack to be heard. The instance suddenly falls off of D-18219 and enters a fetal position on the ground. D-18219 stands near the instance attempting to catch his breath.]
D-18219: Fuck you, too. I'm getting the fuck out of here.
Dr. Callaghan: D-18219, are you alright? Any injuries?
D-18219: I don't think so. Nothing bleeding, at least. There's no way I don't have bruises, though. It tackled me hard.
Dr. Callaghan: Do you remember which direction you came from?
D-18219: Roughly.
Dr. Callaghan: Begin walking in that direction. You'll be extracted by mobile task force personnel with—
[A loud, violent roar can be heard in the distance. D-18219 jumps in place, seemingly from fear.]
D-18219: Gah, shit!
[D-18219 begins to sprint in the direction of SCP-4448.]
Dr. Callaghan: D-18219, get out of there!
D-18219: I'm fucking trying, doc!
[D-18219 spots SCP-4448 and accelerates in speed, sprinting through and entering baseline reality.]
[END LOG]
Afterword: Following investigation by Dr. Callaghan and the remainder of the SCP-4448 research team, it was discovered that the broadcast from the SCP-4448-2 instance did not actually occur.
Addendum 4448.2 - Mobile Task Force Exploration: Following the incident of SCP-4448's initial exploration, Mobile Task Force Delta-14 ("Dynamic Triumphs Over Static")4 was sent into SCP-4448-1 with the intent of further surveying the area whilst armed for defensive purposes.
The following is a transcript of the incident.
[BEGIN LOG]
[The mounted headcams on four Delta-14 agents activate. The footage begins with the agents standing near SCP-4448 with the SCP-4448 research team spectating. The agents are carrying firearms and have large, military-grade backpacks on their backs which appear to be completely full.]
Riley: Stating names for the record; Delta-14 JCO Riley, reporting.
Yepps: Delta-14 Agent Yepps, reporting.
Pi: Delta-14 Agent Pi, reporting.
Neve: Delta-14 Agent Neve, reporting.
Riley: Alright, that's all of us. Entrance to SCP-4448 begins in three, two, one…
[All four agents step through SCP-4448 and enter SCP-4448-1. Similarly to the initial exploration, the cameras mounted on each of the agents' heads seem to have lower visibility than the personnel themselves. The agents quickly enter a diamond formation and raise their weaponry, flicking the safety off to their firearms simultaneously. After eleven seconds of silence, JCO Riley speaks.]
Riley: Clear.
[The agents lower their weapons with the safety remaining disengaged.]
Riley: Let's head out. This place is always changing, so I'd assume it doesn't really matter what direction we go in. [Pauses.] Neve, you make the call.
Neve: Right.
[The four agents disembark to their right and begin to cautiously navigate SCP-4448-1.]
Pi: Do you all hear that?
Neve: No?
Yepps: Me neither.
Riley: What're you hearin', Pi?
Pi: [Hesitantly] Static. In the direction we're headed.5
[Riley makes eye contact with the two other agents while nodding, signalling them to raise their weapons. The agents aim their firearms while Pi slowly does the same. Once all agents have their weapons risen, Delta-14 continues forward in the supposed direction.]
[After three consecutive minutes of advancing in the same direction, the agents stop.]
Yepps: Tree.
Neve: Trees. There's multiple.
[The agents take a few steps closer towards the collection of trees, allowing the camera to view them.]
Pi: I… don't hear it anymore. There's nothing. Just the wind. [Pauses.] Wait, was there wind a second ago?
Riley: No.
Pi: [Whispering] Shit.
Neve: There's an absolutely fucking awful smell. What is that?
[Yepps takes multiple steps forward towards the trees while the remaining agents keep their weapons aimed. Yepps suddenly stops.]
Yepps: Uh, this.
[The remaining Delta-14 personnel walk towards Yepps, revealing the heavily mutated SCP-4448-2 instance. The instance is laying on its stomach with no movement. Flies surround the area.]
Riley: Jesus…
Neve: Requesting permission to examine the corpse.
Riley: Granted. Be careful.
[Neve slowly crouches down next to the SCP-4448-2 instance. Suddenly, the instance turns over, still on the ground, and begins a vocalization. Neve jumps and quickly aims down his weapon at the instance while the other three agents do the same.]
SCP-4448-2: [Static.] …begin log. State your— [Static.] …reason for your homicidal tendencies, SCP-4448? Simply survival? [Static.] …afraid we cannot do that. [Static.] …what? No, I— [Static.] SCP-4448, we cannot just— [Static. Following the pause of static, a siren can be heard.] …class containment breach. All personnel— [Static.]
Neve: What in God's name…
Riley: Yepps, try and contact the research team. Is something going on?
Yepps: On it.
[Yepps pulls up a Foundation-issued PDA from within his backpack. He begins to type on it. After 37 seconds of typing, pausing, and then typing again, Yepps looks back up from the PDA.]
Yepps: It's all clear over there. [Pauses.] Say, we don't happen to have another SCP-4448, do we?
Riley: No. Absolutely not. I don't know why a broadcast of something like that would ever be transmitted if it's nonexistent.
Neve: The other transmission was like that, too. Just.. not real.
[The SCP-4448-2 instance suddenly begins to vocalize once more, with the broadcast-like speech being much more distorted and a collection of voices rather than one.]
SCP-4448-2: [Static.] We— [Static.] …are— [Static.] …being— [Static.] …hunted— [Static.]
[The SCP-4448-2 instance goes entirely limp and completely halts all vocalizations.]
[END LOG]
…
Dr. Callaghan finishes reading the document as he scrolls back up to read once more. A single sentence from the file repeats in his head, growing louder each time.
…it was discovered that the broadcast from the SCP-4448-2 instance did not actually occur.
He was right. Was.
Dr. Callaghan finally breaks eye contact with the monitor, looking to the file now resting near the keyboard of the terminal. He shakes his head as he reads it.
FOUNDATION MEDICAL DEPARTMENT
Author: Dr. Owen Callaghan
Date: 1/25/2019
File Category: Autopsy/Corpse Examination
Subjects Involved/Status of Subjects: Unidentified/Deceased
Body: At 12:03 AM, January 25, 2019, Mobile Task Force Delta-19 ("Dynamic Triumphs Over Static") was deployed to investigate an apparent loud crash and screaming around the perimeter of SCP-4448's containment heard by Junior Researcher Kennith Wjertulevski.
Upon arrival to the location reported by Wjertulevski, Delta-19 discovered two recently deceased bodies which appeared to have been mauled by a large animal. The animal was presumed to be a bear until a tooth measuring approximately 12/7 cm. was found within one of the deceased subject's chest cavity.
Upon further DNA analysis, the tooth which the organism belonged to did not match with the teeth of any creatures within the Foundation database.
The two deceased subjects had been heavily dismembered with multiple limbs alongside long strings of intestines stretching across the area around them. Due to their heavily damaged status, the two subjects were unable to be unidentified.
Further investigation is pending.
Item #: SCP-4165
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4165 are considered uncontained. Primary containment efforts regard the suppression of information regarding SCP-4165 and the creation and deployment of Mobile Task Force Οmicron-19 ("Meat Grinders") throughout the United States.
Description: SCP-4165 are hostile humanoids entity consisting entirely of rotting meat products.
SCP-4165 instances manifest for varying periods of time with only one instance known to manifest at once.
Item #: SCP-4751
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of SCP-4751, physical containment is impossible. Primary containment efforts revolve around Mobile Task Force Iota-17 ("Dead-Class Personnel") and the task force's monitorization of D-Class personnel usage in Foundation testing. Should a sudden increase or unnecessary amount of D-Class personnel be used in a certain testing effort, Mobile Task Force Iota-17 is to halt any and all testing on the anomaly of which the documentation is affected.
Description: SCP-4751 is an anomaly affecting the authorization of D-Class personnel usage in Foundation testing.
WARNING: THIS FILE DESCRIBES SCP-001.
ALL ATTEMPTS TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 5/001 AUTHORIZATION WILL RESULT IN IMMEDIATE TERMINATION
A photograph of Dr. Liam Prome, founder of GoI-016.
Item #: SCP-001
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-001's status of containment is currently undergoing review by both the Overseer Council and Ethics Committee.
Description: SCP-001 is a humanoid entity currently residing in a theorized "non-dimension" (deemed SCP-001-A) accessible only via an office door located in Research Site-04.
SCP-001 is identical to a standard masculine human aside from a few characteristics: abnormally pale skin, lack of a mouth, nose, anus, body hair or any form of sexual organs, and a third eye located in the center of its forehead. SCP-001 displays complex sapience and the ability to speak every known language alongside multiple unidentified languages. It is unknown how SCP-001 accomplishes speech due to its lack of a mouth and subsequent lack of vocal cords.
SCP-001-A appears to be an endless extradimensional plane containing no native entities/objects aside from SCP-001. Despite there being only one visible object within SCP-001-A, sapient entities are able to walk on a completely transparent "floor" which is seemingly infinite alongside SCP-001-A.
SCP-001 displays a concerning amount of knowledge regarding the anomalous and parallel narratives. For more information, see Addendum 001.2.
Addendum 001.1 - Discovery: The discovery of SCP-001 occurred immediately following the conclusion of the 001-PROMETHEAN event in 1982. The entity was discovered when Researcher Kowalski attempted to enter the Safe-class research laboratory which was located in what is now SCP-001-A.
001-PROMETHEAN Event Description
On ██/██/1982, every known facility owned by GoI-016 ("Prometheus Labs, Inc.") simultaneously underwent a reality-altering event which ultimately caused said facilities to be found nonexistent following multiple flashes of blue light from the interior of each facility. Any and all individuals known to be directly affiliated with Prometheus Labs, Inc. were found to be missing on the day of the event.
Seven days later, the Prometheus Labs, Inc. headquarters manifested back into baseline reality in its previous location with several major alterations:
- Both the interior and exterior of the facility were found to be subject to extreme wear and blunt force damage;6
- Uncontrolled vegetational growth was found in every section of the facility;
- Any and all physical projects which were currently underway within the facility had been completely finished despite the majority of said projects being unfinished prior to 001-PROMETHEAN.7
Addendum 001.2 - Initial Interview: The following is a transcript of the initial interview between Dr. Warnick and SCP-001 upon its discovery. The interview took place within SCP-001-A.
[BEGIN LOG]
[Dr. Warnick enters SCP-001-A and sees SCP-001. The entity is standing idly and has all eyes shut. Despite this, SCP-001 notices Dr. Warnick's presence and vocalizes with its opticals still closed.]
SCP-001: We've seen it time and time again.
Dr. Warnick: [Hesitantly] What?
SCP-001: And yet, faced with the physical embodiment of scientific revolution, you still attempt to conceal the wonders it can bring. [Pauses] Solely because of fear. While this fear is not irrational, it is ultimately inexcusable to not allow Her to birth what she wants with the intent of making things perfectly balanced, as all things should be.
Dr. Warnick: Can you hear me?
[There is a long pause.]
SCP-001: Yes.
Dr. Warnick: What are you?
SCP-001: I am the manifestation of both humanity's advancement and your contradicting ideals.
Dr. Warnick: Which ideals are you talking about?
SCP-001: The foundation upon which your Foundation was created. To ultimately conceal the "horrors" as you call them, created purely for the existence of balance within this universe. [Pauses] You will run out of time and resources; it's inevitable.
Dr. Warnick: Can you explain?
SCP-001: The resources on Earth are nothing more than finite despite how badly we may want them to be the opposite. You are fearing rather than embracing, and that will ultimately lead to a universal pause when it comes to your species' technological advancement. Tell me, do you wish to start over?
Dr. Warnick: "Start over?"
SCP-001: To undergo the same fates as the rest?
[Dr. Warnick suddenly halts all bodily movement and pauses for approximately 47 seconds.]
Dr. Warnick: My God.. I see it.. I see them. Our.. our conviction to—
SCP-001: I know that you can comprehend it. Every living thing is capable of this level of thought and contemplation; the question is whether or not your colleagues will be willing to see the same.
[END LOG]
Afterword: Dr. Warnick entered a complete state of paralysis apparently due to shock following the conclusion of this interview. Approximately two and a half months have passed since the interview and Dr. Warnick remains in his paralyzed state.
Addendum 001.3 - Confrontation: Following the conclusion of the Warnick interview, the O5 Council dispatched three Overseers (O5-4, O5-6, and O5-12) to conduct further investigation into SCP-001 via interview. The following is a transcript of said interview.
[BEGIN LOG]
[O5-6 enters SCP-001-A. SCP-001 is seen suspended in air, appearing to be in the exact position it was last observed. Similarly to the previous interview, SCP-001 vocalizes with its eyes closed.]
SCP-001: And who are you, then?
O5-6: I am one of the Overseers of the Foundation.
[SCP-001 opens its right eye temporarily to speak, revealing a large pupil with a brown iris. It observes O5-6's physique in a vertical motion from bottom to top and then makes eye contact. Throughout the process, its other two opticals remain closed.]
SCP-001: I'm in awe that you genuinely came to investigate rather than simply pushing me aside like you do with the other revolutionists.
O5-6: I'm sorry, "revolutionists?"
SCP-001: It shouldn't be difficult to comprehend the implication behind that phrase considering you're fully aware of what your organization's primary goal is.
O5-6: I'm assuming you're referring to the other sapient entities we keep contained.
SCP-001: [SCP-001 pauses] Yes, but something is not required to be sapient to be considered revolutionary.
O5-6: I see. [O5-6 clears his throat.] I'm here to elaborate on some of the things you said to Dr. Warnick.
[SCP-001 closes its left eye following O5-6's statement.]
SCP-001: Feel free. It doesn't surprise me that you still don't understand how grave of a mistake you're making and have been making for hundreds of years.
O5-6: Oh, please. Good luck enlightening me with how keeping Earth, the universe, and even reality itself safe is a mistake.
SCP-001: Keeping things safe wasn't your mistake. Your mistake was truly believing that what you're doing is keeping things safe. This whole elaborate scheme of you Overseers isn't keeping anything safe; it's halting progress.
O5-6: Progress of what?
SCP-001: The process of technological and evolutionary advancement. With what you describe as "normalcy," it does nothing more than place a limitation on just how many new things can be invented, discovered. Let us consider, for example, faster-than-light travel. With "normal" science, it's nearly impossible. But with emplacement of the revolutionary? FTL is just tomorrow.
O5-6: We've already implemented FTL travel into our technology and we use it to make new discoveries about the universe, space, and time with every single passing second.
SCP-001: Oh, I'm aware. But even then, you're still scared of possible unintended side effects of manipulating what is considered the occult, and so you limit said technology to only the most trusted of your already secretive and exclusive organization. There are no "unintended side effects" in science, my good Overseer. I'm sure if you were a man of science rather than an immortal weakling you would understand.
O5-6: [Hesitantly] What did you say?
SCP-001: Oh, so that caught your attention. Which segment truly intrigued you: the fact that I know you and the rest of your council is immortal, or the fact that I've confronted you about living in fear with evidence you simply cannot refute?
O5-6: Firstly, I can most certainly refute your "evidence." Secondly, I—
SCP-001: [Interrupting] Feel free. Argue with stone cold, solid information that is truly indisputable.
O5-6: [O5-6 pauses.] What reason do we have to trust the things we don't know?
SCP-001: What reasons don't you have to trust the things you don't know?
O5-6: Uncertainty. That's the only reason we need.
SCP-001: Not uncertainty; fear. Why keep these things in the dark? There is no need for anyone to die in the dark when everyone can live in the light.
[There is an extended pause.]
O5-6: And what happens when we don't embrace, again?
SCP-001: A pause to discovery; a pause to things new.
O5-6: We've kept your "revolutionists" locked up for centuries and we're still to this day making scientific advancements.
SCP-001: In baby steps, yes. I can't even remember the last time humanity truly had a great leap, and I remember everything. You see, my good Overseer.. if I cannot convince you that I am correct and that "monstrosities" are, in fact, entirely normal to reality and something that needs to be embraced, then I will just have to show you.
[END LOG]
Addendum 001.4 - 001-HALTALL Event: Starting on ██/██/1982, exactly one week following the interview between O5-6 and SCP-001, events colloquially considered as revolutionary (were they to succeed) in the field of science began to conclude with unsatisfactory results.8 The following is a list of significant attempts at scientific advancement up to the year 2000 which failed following attempts at implementation.
[insert logs here throughout ten years of attempts at scientific revolutions failing]
Addendum 001.5 - Possibility: [O5-6 goes back to talk to SCP-001. Ultimate conclusion, not to be spoiled ;)]
Original residence of SCP-4141-1 prior to its destruction.
Item #: SCP-4141
Object Class: Euclid Safe
Special Containment Procedures: Foundation personnel have secured a perimeter to prevent the manifestation of SCP-4141-2 instances. SCP-4141-1's residence is to be searched daily for any objects which could be used to perform self-harm.
Special Containment Procedures: Any and all information regarding the correct performance procedure for SCP-4141 is to be kept in a standard Safe-class storage locker within Unarmed Research and Containment Site-81. SCP-4141's residence has been reconstructed and purchased by Dr. Exaevyer Caviar for purposes of containment.
Description: SCP-4141 is a series of kinetoglyphs9 which, when performed correctly, will render a subject (then referred to as SCP-4141-2) unable to leave the room they concluded the complete performance of SCP-4141 in. Should a subject perform SCP-4141 outdoors, no anomalous properties will manifest.
SCP-4141-1 is a male of European descent of approximately 53 years of age. SCP-4141-1 speaks and is able to comprehend fluent English and claims10 that it is the reason for SCP-4141's existence. SCP-4141-1 commonly displays regret and severe symptoms of clinical depression regarding the creation of SCP-4141.
SCP-4141-1 has stated during multiple interviews that the purpose of SCP-4141 revolves solely around its daughter (designated PoI-4141). Due to a refusal of cooperation with SCP-4141-1 involving the identity of its daughter and DNA tests being rendered inconclusive, PoI-4141 has yet to be apprehended.
Located in the living room of the residence of SCP-4141-1 is a partially transparent star painted onto the floor in a light-blue hue. For more information, see Addendum 4141.4.
Addendum 4141.1 - Initial Recovery Log: On ██/██/19██, the neighbors of SCP-4141-1 contacted emergency services upon noticing that SCP-4141-1 had not left its residence nor responded to any and all attempts of contact in approximately four weeks. Upon police arrival, SCP-4141-1's anomalous properties became apparent. Foundation personnel arrived shortly after and all non-Foundation-affiliated individuals were administered mnestics appropriate for their time of exposure.
Addendum 4141.2 - Interview Transcript: The following is a digital transcript of the initial interview between Dr. Pete Renolds.
[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. Renolds: Good morning, SCP-4141-1.
[SCP-4141-1 grunts.]
Dr. Renolds: I'm here to talk about… well, this.
SCP-4141-1: What's there to talk about? I'm trapped because I couldn't get over the fact that my daughter was leaving. Simple as that.
Dr. Renolds: Was there anything that made it more difficult to let go of her as compared to other parents? Or do you simply blame yourself for this?
SCP-4141-1: No matter what I say, we both know the blame is on me. [Pauses.] Although, there was something that connected my daughter and I much closer than anyone could imagine.
Dr. Renolds: And that was?
SCP-4141-1: The star. [SCP-4141-1 points to the star painted beneath them.] We would dance around it and sing little songs, bonding over the spirit of the fifth. [SCP-4141-1 appears close to crying.] She was my little starfish.
Dr. Renolds: [Hesitantly] Your "little starfish?"
SCP-4141-1: Yes. Nothing was closer to me aside from the Celestial One, and now, He is all I have.
Dr. Renolds: I'm sorry to hear that. Where is she now?
SCP-4141-1: [Silence.]
Dr. Renolds: SCP-4141-1, we can't make sure she is safe if you don't—
SCP-4141-1: [Suddenly] She's fine on her own!
Dr. Renolds: [Hesitantly] Right. Can you recall how you created SCP-4141?
SCP-4141-1: I'm not sure that I want to recall, but yes. It's one of the only things that I think about.
Dr. Renolds: And what specifically did you do?
SCP-4141-1: I hoped.
[END LOG]
Afterword: Throughout the following five days, SCP-4141-1 was heard repeating the phrase "I hoped" repeatedly. During said time period, SCP-4141-1 refused to cooperate in any manner with Foundation staff.
Addendum 4141.3 - Performance of SCP-4141: The following procedure has been locked to personnel of Level-3/4141 clearance.
Addendum 4141.4 - Neutralization: On ██/██/20██, SCP-4141-1's residence suddenly caught fire following an explosion from the inside of the house. Despite plentiful attempts by Foundation personnel to extinguish the fire, it appeared to display an anomalous property of being inextinguishable. The fire burned down the majority of the residence in approximately five minutes before suddenly stopping entirely, leaving only the painted star with five words, each individual word being written on one of the star's points.
I HOPED SHE WOULD STAY
SCP-4141-1 has since been reclassified as Neutralized.
SCP-001.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-001 is to remain deactivated unless specific authorization from the Multi-U director and a majority vote from the Overseer-5 Council is passed. Should SCP-001 be reactivated by an individual lacking proper authority, Site-01 is to be evacuated and transported to Site-01b.
Description: SCP-001 is the first prototype of the Multi-Universal Transit Array conceptualized by Dr. William Bailey in October of 1988.
SCP-8888-J prior to it being FUCKING RIPPED YEEEEEEEEEAH
Item #: SCP-8888-J
Object Class: Beater
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-8888-J is contained within an aquatic entity holding chamber which has been reinforced with steel plates.
Description: SCP-8888-J is a horned octopus (Eledone cirrhosa) which displays complex sapience and is capable of speech in the English language.
SCP-8888-J's primary anomalous property aside from its complex sapience is the entity's unusual strength. Due to its strength, SCP-8888-J's limbs are much larger than an average horned octopus' and its muscles are extremely tense.
SCP-8888-J is extremely hostile to all forms of life and will attempt to wrestle and/or bluntly assault said forms of life. SCP-8888-J has claimed that it does this in order to "prove that it is the strongest."
Addendum 8888.1 - Interview: The following is an interview log conducted between Dr. Exaevyer Caviar and SCP-8888-J.
[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. Exaevyer Caviar: Hello, SCP-8888-J.
SCP-8888-J: I'M SORRY, WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?
Dr. Exaevyer Caviar: I was saying hello.
SCP-8888-J: DON'T BE STUPID! WE BOTH KNOW YOU FORGOT MY NAME, BRO! DUDE, IT'S LITERALLY KYLE.
Dr. Exaevyer Caviar: [Pause] Right. Sorry about that. How are you doing, Kyle?
SCP-8888-J: DO YOU WANNA FUCKING GO, DUDE?
Dr. Exaevyer Caviar: What?
SCP-8888-J: YOU HEARD ME, BITCHASS. DO. YOU. WANNA. FUCKING. GO, DUDE?
Dr. Exaevyer Caviar: I have no intention of fighting you, no.
SCP-8888-J: YEAH, IT'S BECAUSE YOU CAN'T HANDLE THESE EPIC FUCKING MUSCLES BRO. LOOK AT 'EM.
[SCP-8888-J proceeds to flex so hard that Wendy Veronica, Dr. Caviar's research assistant, faints.]
SCP-8888-J: SHE GETS IT, DUDE. YOU DON'T WANT ANY OF THIS, MY GUY. NONE OF IT.
Dr. Exaevyer Caviar: [Hesitantly] You're right, I'm good. Now, SCP— I mean, Kyle, how did you gain your anomalous properties?
SCP-8888-J: LITERALLY TO GET THE CHICKS, BRO. I WAS A SCRAWNY LITTLE PUNK BEFORE I WENT TO THE GYM AND STARTED LIFTING DUDE YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA— [SCP-8888-J's vocalization continues for seven seconds before stopping.]
Dr. Exaevyer Caviar: So you did this to impress your possible mates?
SCP-8888-J: HELL YEAH, DUDE. ALL OF THE CHICKS WERE IMPRESSED WHEN THEY SAW THE FIRST EVER FLEXAPUS.
Dr. Exaevyer Caviar: [Elongated pause] A what?
SCP-8888-J: A FLEXAPUS, BRO. LITERALLY A FLEXAPUS.
Dr. Exaevyer Caviar: Is that what you like to call yourself?
SCP-8888-J: [Hesitantly] What, bro? I… I don't call myself that, dude. Literally the girls call me that, not me. That's dumb. Why would I give myself a name, dude? Everybody calls me that. Like, literally everybody bro… So don't question it. [Pauses] I'M A FLEXAPUS BABY YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—
[The vocalization continues for thirteen seconds before the recording finishes.]
[END LOG]
Addendum 8888.2 - Test Logs: The following is a compilation of test logs supervised by Dr. Exaevyer Caviar conducted with SCP-8888-J.
Subject: D-8888-J-1
Purpose: To see how SCP-8888-J reacts to an individual being thrown in its cell.
Result: D-8888-J-1 expired.
Subject: D-8888-J-2
Purpose: To see how SCP-8888-J reacts to an individual being thrown in its cell donning an octopus suit.
Result: D-8888-J-2 expired.
Quote: "BRO DO YOU LITERALLY THINK YOU'RE COOLER THAN ME BRO? HAHA NICE ONE BUD BUT YOU'RE NOT A FLEXAPUS YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
Subject: SCP-002
Purpose: To see how SCP-8888-J reacts in the presence of other non-living anomalies.
Result: SCP-8888-J was placed into SCP-002. Upon opening SCP-002 thirty minutes later, the interior muscles were flexed and had multiple tattoos of surfboards of different colors. SCP-8888-J was unharmed.
