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Item #: SCP-5118
Object Class: Humanoid
Containment Class: Esoteric-Flecto
Clearance Level: 4-SC
Disruption Class: 3/Kenaq
Risk Class: 2/ Caution
Secondary Class: Archon
Special Containment Procedures: As per protocol A84-N, site personnel must install self sustaining bright LED lights in every room of a site or research area, if not already installed, with or without the use of the Site’s main reactor, for temporary transfer of SCP-5071. SCP-5071 cannot be in a 7.26 meter radius of an unlit area. As of now long term containment of SCP-5071 is impossible, SCP-5071 will use SCP-5071-B, a level 4 Site Director keycard it previously used to repeatedly escape his previous containment unit when he was “bored”, but when threatened he complied with site staff.
SCP-5071’s Containment unit is a Standard Secure Humanoid Containment Cell in Site ██ with some modern luxuries. It contains a shower, toilet, a bookshelf, and a large twin sized bed. SCP-5071 is always cooperative and will reside inside his containment unit until it states it's “bored” and asks for something else to read, and at this time no way to permanently contain SCP-5071 seems available. SCP-5071 is permitted 7 new books every week, and no more, he prefers mystery, thriller, Japanese manga, horror, and fantasy. SCP-5071 is permitted to leave his containment unit at any time, should he be in Site 19 and is not currently conducted in an ongoing experiment.
Description: SCP-5071 is a middle-aged 1.89 meter tall Caucasian male with multiple genetic mutations, palpations, lesions, and multiped rearranged or corroded internal organs. SCP-5071 exhibits a workaholic and “sarcastic asshole” style personality recorded while speaking to site personnel or fellow SCPs. It is extremely persuasive, site personnel are to be wary when SCP-5071 asks for something. As of record, almost every staff member or D-Class that has come into contact with SCP-5071 does exactly what it asks with no hesitation, MTF Senior Commander █████ Williams however seems to be an exception to this. SCP-5071 also appears to also have a large ego, it expresses enjoyment while talking about his previous work.
SCP-5071 is the previous R&D Director, Jordan M. Lawson, who before now was M.I.A after the Site [Redacted] containment breach, which he was, at the time, director of. He was found in Operation ████████ ███ regarding a now terminated cognito-hazardous on-site SCP that has yet to be filed at this time, MTF Platoon ETA-10 “See No Evil” and Zeta-9 the "Mole Rats", led by Senior Commander Williams, destroyed the SCP and rescued the Director, he then was given SCP status, when the anomalous effects soon appeared to the platoon. According to Addendum-1, Director Lawson obtained both 5071-A and 5071-B on a failed experiment on SCP-███’s corrosive substance taken from its skin while dormant in Site [Redacted].
SCP-5071-A is the subject's shadow. There is no difference in its appearance. Without any prior knowledge, it's just his shadow. However it sometimes moves on its own accord, and in a 7.26 meter radius of any unlit area it will part from it’s originator and will attempt to kill or injure any personnel in roughly a 10 to 15 meter radius of the unlit area, lit or not. It’s chosen ways of attack are but not limited to: The laceration of the Achilles Tendon and then the lacerations of internal organs after, 3 scratches on the beings back similar to rumors of how “ghosts” or “demons” attack humanoids, the snapping of the of the beings neck, or giving the being a heart attack. It appears that the entity cannot “phase” through biological matter as it can through solid matter (i.e walls), it requires an open mouth or similar ways of access to get at the organs inside. We have found no way to discern how the shadow is able to attack though we hypothesize that it is similar to how supernatural beings are rumored to interact with physical objects, through the process of using their own energy, or stealing it from a living being or nearby machine, to interact with the environment. SCP-5071-A has been shown to limit a beings energy, exhausting them and unable to move, giving the shadow the means to attack.
SCP-5071 also has the innate ability to speak to most humanoid SCPs and can understand most of them, helping in the questioning of multiple humanoid SCPs, even if they do not speak verbally. SCP-5071 has been given classes in multiple body languages to help him understand humanoid entities better. SCP-5071 also has an interesting calming effect on certain anomalous entities, his knowledge in psychology and his persuasive nature calms an entity indefinitely. Tests regarding SCP-5071 and SCP-096 are to be considered by the O5 Council.
SCP-5071 appears to be immortal to an extent, it can be killed however, but will “respawn” after a short time, ranging from 3 minutes to 20 minutes or even longer, though only one instance has shown this, when he was “dead” for more than 3 hours, regarding SCP-035. SCP-5071’s body seems to disintegrate immediately on expiration of the entity.
It appears that SCP-049 is an exception to this, according to SCP-049’s anomalous effects, a living thing will immediately expire by SCP-049’s touch, SCP-5071 however is not affected by SCP-049. SCP-5071 is not immune to any other anomalous effects, though more experiments regarding this have been all denied, stated as inhumane by O5-4.
Addendum: Addendum 1:
Interviewed: Director Jordan M. Lawson (Retired)
Interviewer: Dr. Daedri
██/██/██
12:00 PM
Dr. Daedri: Hello Mr. Lawson, I am Dr. Daedri, I will be interviewing you today.
Director Lawson: I really don’t care who you are.
Dr. Daedri: Little rude, but we can get past that.
Director Lawson: Williams, do I have to do this…?
Senior Commander Williams: Yes…. It’s mandatory.
Dr. Daedri: I’ll start the interview now with the most minor question. SCP-5071-B, is it-
Director Lawson: Yes, my keycard is in pocket right now, and you can’t take it away from me. I mean you could try… You already have about 20 times. However as you may you are unable to take my card away from me. My keycard always pops right back in my pocket. It’s getting really fucking annoying.
Dr. Daedri: Mr. Lawson, you need to lose your attitude.
Director Lawson: Ohh… like I should care. What are you gonna do, kill me..?! You can fucking try, you guys already tried it when I left my stupid containment cell, I was killed when I didn’t comply, then I came back, what… 5 minutes later.
Dr. Daedri: You need to lose your attitude Mr. Lawson, and you need to listen and comply to the questions. Anyway, we’re going to skip the pleasantries, we’ll go to the more major questions that you will have to reply to. [To Door] Johnson… can you come in here please?
Junior Researcher Peter Johnson: [Over Intercom] Uhh… y-yes sir.
[Door opens]
JR Johnson: Here’s his files sir.
Dr. Daedri: Thank you Johnson- Director…? That and… you gave him his fucking classification back!
Sr Cmdr. Williams: I did…
Dr. Daedri: You can’t even do that! You don’t have that authorization, your MTF!
Sr. Cmdr. Williams: Incorrect, as you can see, I do. Though that's not all I can authorize. So, shut it. Or what happened to Dr. [Data Expunged] will happen to you.
Dr. Daedri: Damn it to hell… Anyway. Mr. Lawson…
JR Johnson: Lawson…? THE Director Lawson. Weren’t you the R&D director, like two years ago? I loved your ideas on the research equipment back then, better than anything the new guys come up with.
Director Lawson: I have a fan…? Well thank you, though why don’t you check my older patents? Personally I believe they’re better. The newer ones were rushed too hard.
JR Johnson: Um… Sure, I will. Um, one question though…?
Dr. Daedri: We really should get to the questions-
Director Lawson: Hey, hey, hey… Let the kid speak. Go on.
JR Johnson: Um, okay… The Systems Analytics Processor broke down on Level 2, the Engineers on Level 3 are having to do double the work because some of the Analysts on Level 2 broke it. We heard it was one of your later designs, but when you went M.I.A, all of your files were completely covered in black ink and most of us don’t even have clearance to see it, and the director won’t help. My point is, they can’t fix it and the only way they can, is in your designs which have been classified. I would like to know how to fix them, to help the Engineers. My brother is one of the Junior Engineers there, his boss has him doing triple, I want to help him.
Director Lawson: I see. Well, do you know which version they’re using? The prototype had better durability than Versions 1 and 2, though they did perform better than the prototype and mostly used different parts in the development, the shoddier ball junctions always performed better than the prototypes, as peculiar as that is.
JR Johnson: Um… I don’t work on Level 2 so I don’t exactly know, but I heard something about a Xylo Transform Unit, or some shit like that.
Director Lawson: Ahhh, it’s Xyla Transfer Unit or XTU, not whatever you said. Anyway, it’s only in the second version. I made the XTU myself, it transfers data to anything you need if it's connected via cable or not, and it doesn’t use a server, it works kind of like bluetooth, but not shit or expensive. It’s probably just disconnected, the factory made ones are never in correctly they’ll fall out pretty easily if moved with extremely large force, but that's just what the brochures say, if you know what I mean. God, that sounded better in my head… Well, in actuality, it’s more like if someone lightly fell on it or stubbed their toe on the base.
JR Johnson: Um, thanks. I guess.
Director Lawson: No problem, glad to help.
Dr. Daedri: Can we get back on the questions please, we only have a limited amount of time, about 20 minutes longer.
Director Lawson: I guess so, I have calmed down a bit. Always done that when talking about my work.
Dr. Daedri: Alright good, now how did you acquire SCP-5071-A and SCP-5071-B?
Director Lawson: I got them both on the same experiment, not even a day before the breach. However that's just what I believe.
Dr. Daedri: A day? What was the experiment exactly?
Director Lawson: Out of your paygrade. Can’t tell you buddy.
Dr. Daedri: This is for your long awaited report Mr. Lawson, I wouldn’t be interviewing you if I didn’t have the authorization, and it’s mandatory you answer the questions. Johnson, please leave.
JR Johnson: Um, yes sir.
(Door opening and closing)
Director Lawson: I need to see your credentials.
Dr. Daerdri: I can’t let you do that.
Sr Cmdr. Williams: Lawson, you complied to questioning, do it as a favor for me.
Director Lawson: Fine, give me my own damn shower, with hot water, then sure I’ll dofucking anything.
Sr Cmdr. Williams: That can be arranged.
Dr. Daedri: He can do that-?
Director Lawson: Thank you very much, nice bartering with you. Now, I’ll tell you what I can. It was an experiment on a certain corrosive substance from another SCP, I am unable to disclose which at this time. It was the oldest case we had, it… was a shame that it wasn’t older. I got trapped in it, it was like quicksand and soon I was sent to its dimension. A hall of mazes, and torture. If Hell wasn’t all fire and pain, this dark maze of silence and death would be it. I didn’t have my anomalous effects yet, so if I died I would’ve been gone forever. You wouldn’t know why, but the substance is extremely dangerous, we were experimenting on the effects of older cases of the substance, like if it would rot in anyway, similar to an apple, or a fruit, etc. Anyway, the same substance was in the pocket dimension and it was slowing my movements and it was everywhere, the SCP is famous for its substance after all-
Dr. Daedri: Mr. Lawson sorry for interrupting, but may I say…?
Director Lawson: Yes…? What?
Dr. Daedri: The evidence is adding up. The substance and the pocket dimension are the most telling tales. Director, if I may say, you don't hide things very well.
Sr Cmdr. Williams: No, no fucking he doesn't.
Director Lawson: Alright yes, you caught me. May I continue now…?
Dr. Daedri: Please, continue. Your report's getting more interesting by the second.
Director Lawson: Okay, thank you. I couldn't breathe very well inside, a sickness in the air. Luckily, It wasn't inside, but the dimension was creating its halls from my memory. I heard the reports of what it looked like, and I had my own theories on its appearance, it created a mixture of it, so I had a worse experience than most other victims of his, since I had a darker and bleeker outlook on it. Anyway, I spent what felt like forever in the dimension, though it was more than 2 hours in real time. I survived through the long walk and I found an exit, somehow. When I came through the other side, it was chaos, I was in the site's cafeteria. We held more than 200 site staff as you may or may not know, so we held the record for the largest Cafeteria, or we used to, b-but that's old news.
Dr. Daedri: Mr. Lawson…? Is there a problem?
Sr Cmdr. Williams: Matti…? Are you alright? Buddy, remember your therapy.
Dr. Daedri: Matti…?
Sr Cmdr. Williams: It's a nickname, but that's none of your business doctor.
Dr. Daedri: Sorry for asking sir. What's wrong with Lawson?
Sr Cmdr. Williams. PTSD, I know what happened after, roughly. I already put it in my report, but-
Director Lawson: No, I can continue, I can do it. I just need to focus.
Dr. Daedri: Thank you, please continue then.
Director Lawson: Okay, okay.
Sr Cmdr. Williams: Breathe buddy, just breathe.
(A 10 second pause between responses)
Director Lawson: I need a drink, vodka if you have it.
Dr. Daedri: Johnson, can you bring us a bottle of vodka please.
Director Lawson: Thanks, I exited the dimension, and… Its mucus was everywhere, all fresh, and very recent. I'd guessed they were created 3 or 7 minutes ago at the time.
Dr. Daedri: How did you get these hypotheses?
Director Lawson: Before everything, I was studying the different stages of the mucus' life. L-Like a homicide detective trainee and identifying different stages of corpse decay, we were studying it for the MTF. The mucus was darker and more black the more recent it was and more green the less. Though it is not 100% reliable, there were a bunch of variables saying otherwise, so it wasn’t being filed without more testing. Anyway, Him, it, whatever was chasing a janitor, he was caught shortly after and it turned to me smiling as it does. His stupid smile faded, when he realized what had happened to me. I was on the ground in a puddle of mucus and I couldn’t move, it walked up to me and knelt down to my face, he smelt like shit, and his breath too. He smelt me, and then walked away. Then he went into one of his holes, probably went to go stalk another janitor. I believe he saw that… we were alike I guess. Since we’re both virtually immortal. I believe I got my immortality from when I got stuck in the dimension along with this stupid shadow.
Dr. Daedri: All right, that is a sufficient enough answer. There is still the question of how you acquired SCP-5071-B. How?
Director Lawson: I’m sure of this but when we started the experiment I had my keycard on my person when I fell, but I dropped it on the way down, I lost it in the dimension. I somehow got it back when I left, it’s attached to me now.
Dr. Daedri: Okay, thank you for your time Mr. Lawson, you will be getting your drink shortly.
End Log
██/██/██
12:16 PM
Subject’s MRI scans and X-rays, after the interview, reveal multiple genetic mutations, multiple palpitations, and lesions inside the Subject's blood streams, cerebral cortex, the cerebellum, and the spinal cord of the brain, and over half of his internal organs have been corroded. It is unknown if they resulted in the Subject's anomalous properties, however the Subject's hypotheses and our own correlate to say that they do.
Addendum 2:
This is the report of what happened after the Site ██ containment breach from Senior Commander Williams as he was sent in with his “Nine Tailed Fox” team.
As soon as we entered the site we were ambushed by the SCP in question. Only Peterson, Tellers, Naterdz, Micheal, and I were still alive after the ambush; more than 3 quarters of my squad were killed on arrival. Soon over the Intercom we heard music, the same music that the Chaos Insurgency uses when they enter a facility. Before he stopped reporting in, our guy on the surface had said he saw at least 5 armored vehicles, the same trucks that reports stated that held 8 men each. I told everybody to split up, but just in two teams, I could handle myself easily. After we split, we went on to look for survivors, only one was found, and I found him in the Cafeteria. Director Lawson was stuck in the mucus, with 3 Chaos Insurgents over him and another sitting at one of the tables. Me and Lawson were in radio contact the entire time after me and my team split up, he told me he couldn’t die and I believed it, I’ve seen weirder shit. The Insurgents most likely tried to execute him, but he wouldn’t die and then attempted to question him. I dispatched the Insurgents, and attempted to free Lawson. I got him out of the mucus, and we attempted to find the Intercom room, there was a long range radio in there, I would need to use to dispatch for reinforcements and a team to bring a mobile Containment Unit for the SCP, to get it back to Site 25 for transport to the Site it escaped from, which was more 500 kilometers east of Site [Redacted]. We continued on our way to the Intercom room, and I sent out the Distress Signal. Our forward camp received it immediately, and sent a platoon strength rescue team. After fighting through Chaos Insurgents, me and Lawson got split up. I've never seen the Sites layout before and I had forgotten the exact layout from my own damn briefing, so his directions weren't helping. We lost contact with each other shortly before the Rescue team had found me. I'll be searching for Lawson. For the next 5 months I will be unable to respond to any MTF Operations.
O5-4, Military Correspondent
Request Approved.
