Per 
boop!
ahhh yea!! let's see what's cookin'!
- IDEAS-Back burner
- SPIDERS-Spiders
- LAGO-Autopsy
- LAGO-Emails/Interview
- LAGO-Journals
- SCP-Marshmallow
- NOTES-Marshmallow
- POEM-The whole is more than the sum of its parts.
- SCP-Mannequin
- SCP-Mannequin Logs etc
- TALE-Mannequin
- SCP-You Know What? Fuck it!
- SCP-VKTM-SDPD eZine
- VKTM-Waynes World?
- AWCY?-Plush Unicorn
- AWCY?-Project Proposal 2004-042: "Burn Baby Burn"
- CRIT-Burn Baby Burn
- beta readers-AWCY?
- SCP-Theatre
- E
- SCP-Manatee
- Song stuck in head? Doctor takes stephoscope to a paitent's head hears "Venga Party Bus" on loop! (trapped/looped ?)
- Nerd snipped jerk buys roman coins so he doesnt get rekt for cab fair when he goes back in time to the roman era1! (?)
- Trolls in Michigan. (?)
- Moths' antennae get great wifi reception (?)
- elevator pitch: it's a set of haptic human interface devices in the form of a keyboard and trackball that offer feedback on system load by making it harder to depress keys or move the cursor under heavy load. <- sundog's fault (basically a computer that make it physically harder to use based off of its work load)
- magic wand that allows the user to revisit a good memory of a loved one (PTSD -> John)
- VKTM exclusive distribution of "Wayne's World" (idk some sort of memory from 1993-1995?)
- 'Kilroy was here' Reminder: Kilroy is mentioned in 'Mr Roboto' (Kantum brought up Kilroy, so credit them)
- '"whatever beach-head they stormed, they always found notices chalked up ahead of them, that 'Kilroy was here'"' this sounds pretty anomalous. kilroy was here showing up at battle sites before the troops
6) OH! I have one, its linked to the chatlog below. Upon viewing the entirety of the VHS in one sitting the subject will breathe and blink manually. My aim is that this reminder would also effect the reader, and hopefully annoy them. So it in effect would be a sort of infohazard, or memetic hazard? It would be a memetic hazard for the reader and a cognitohazard for the subject. ( Boogey_Man23 helped me sort this out)
04:16:50 fairydoctor: http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scuttle i cant believe i just read a tale about a legacy machine causing a broken masquerade
04:17:06 fairydoctor: and it was through emails and the ticketing system
04:17:13 fairydoctor: what am i doing with my life
04:18:26 Limeyy: we'll make a bureaucrat out of you yet
04:18:32 fairydoctor: D:
04:18:35 fairydoctor: im horrified
04:25:03 fairydoctor: Limeyy no joke, ill have you know that our stupid bureaucrat tf discussion reminded me to email my social worker
04:25:08 fairydoctor smfh
04:25:34 Limeyy: oh shit I need to email my councillor thanks for reminding me
04:25:43 fairydoctor: L O L
04:26:24 fairydoctor: concept: an SCP article that reminds the reader to take their medicines or send out an important email
04:27:01 fairydoctor: worse concept: one that reminds the reader that they blink automatically and blink automatically making it so they are aware that they are manually breathing or blinking
04:27:16 Limeyy: I can't believe you've done this
04:27:28 Limeyy: well I can actually and that's worse
04:28:34 fairydoctor: :D
04:29:27 fairydoctor: you know what, imma copy paste this into my "bad ideas" tab on my sandbox
17:36:27 fairydoctor: i have a fun dream i want to share with you all, and it deals with botany, environmentalism, and bureaucracy
17:38:12 fairydoctor: in the dream a common oregon grassland shrub was found to be highly endangered due to the all of the wild fires in the last decade. the state of oregon decided to pass legislature that gave colleges and research institutions funding and freedom to grow the plants enmasse and distribute seeds to the general public. those in the public who care enough (and are able to) grow some shrubs
17:38:19 fairydoctor: oregon was doing just fine
17:39:01 fairydoctor: then the us federal govt found out about the endangered shrubs and decided "OH!! OH!! ENDANGERED? OH NO! NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO HAVE THESE PLANTS!"
17:40:00 fairydoctor: so the federal gov places restrictions and bans on the shrub in a similar sense to weed and shrooms. note: it was implied heavily multiple times in the dream that the shrub was just that. a shrub. a common grassland shrub native to oregon/washington
17:40:58 fairydoctor: the thought process behind it was, was that if the general population and research insitutions have access to the shrubs that it would lead to a craze in harvesting the shrubs pushing it closer to extinction
17:41:58 fairydoctor: in the dream the federal govt banned ALL research into the shrub as well (this is similar to the laws around psylocibin are, because this is a real world thing. research institutions legally arent allowed to study psylocibin)
17:42:14 fairydoctor: (i cant spell)
17:42:30 fairydoctor: anyway,
17:42:59 fairydoctor: in the dream dark web dark gardeners set up black garden routes online to share, grow, and disperse the shrub
17:43:29 fairydoctor: one of my college mates had been gifted a box of seeds for their garden. it was various seeds most were like cucumbers, and sunflowers
17:43:59 fairydoctor: a number of the packets werent labeled so the friend had to id and sort the packets. they found that one of the packets of seeds was this shrub.
17:44:44 fairydoctor: the collegemate got really scared and then explained to me what was going on with the shrub. the college mate said, "i have to get rid of these seeds. if im found with these seeds ill be charged $750 and sent to jail for a year"
17:45:38 fairydoctor: they threw the seed packet in the trash and resumed what they were doing. in the dream i snuck into the trash can and pulled out the seed packet. i started to grow the shrubs in my office, and dispersed the seeds via this black garden dark web of gardeners.
17:46:30 fairydoctor: the part in the dream that suspended my belief and had me wake up part way through was when the college mate threw the seeds in the garbage. because, realistically, they would have just burned them or something if they were that worried (which in the dream, they were)
17:46:48 fairydoctor: anyway, thats it, thats the dream. yall have fun with this if you want. i might not touch this as an article lol
fae assassin twins, and their crew. they use nomenclature magic. cant cross doorposts unless invited in, and are severely allergic to iron. they use their glamour to hide their fae form. (ill riff off of the kaktusian 'tradition' of six eyed fae?)
some of the folks on their hit-list parallel real world traumas.
each of the members of the crew will have an attribute that their nomenclature centers around. when asked by a human what their name is the fae will give them a false name, and then rewrite the person mind to i move on with the conversation but immediately forget what name was given. the fae gives a different name each time. (?)
why would they be on the other side of the well? how did they get outside of the well? when did they leave? did they ever leave and were they ever there in the first place?
cant put these notes of flow directly on the now live working draft:
//after infection stages:
email from site director telling davis to continue having macky go through more birth cycles
davis refuses
site director pushes back
davis refuses
site director pushes back
notes and or security footage: davis allows another cycle, but after a major physical and psychological break down hase
davis send another email, threatening to email ethics comm
site director pushes back
davis sends ethic comm an email
ethics comm reprimands site director
site director emails davis allowing to halt the cycles
before interviews://
the question of an anarchist history lesson that it is meant to enlighten the reader. altho its still being portrayed in tandem with violence. literally the main question of the article is; how would our timeline be different if berkman was successful in assassinating frick?
—and thats why we have to go indepth into the history and social and economic impact, to portray realistically what happened at the haymarket affair, to have the reader empathise with berkman on his decision to assassinate frick
the SH has their own type of documentation formatting. Let's say the document(s) the Foundation finds that talks about an alternate timeline to the Foundation's own that the SCP article is centered around— is a SH document on the WL? Could I crosslink the two? They would, also, as usual be self-contained. The article would focus around the contents, effects, and discovery of the document(s). Whereas the SH document(s) would focus around the alternate history more closely (so the article would be referencing this article, the article would be SOURCING the document(s))
Giant brown recluse spiders scurry around my friend Holly's pool in Titusville, Florida.
How did they get there? WHY are they so big? What are they doing? How are there so many of them? Why did it have to be spiders?
WHY ARE THEY SO BIG?
These are the questions I asked myself as I fluffed my scorpion pillow when I prepared for sunbathing.
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Autopsy Reports-XXXX
External Examination: Subject's body was covered with fur, lower extremities elongated, and nasal bone grown into a premaxilla2. The subject possessed both human and rabbit ears with its orbital cavities located on either side of the head. Subject appears to have expired from overexertion.
Internal Examination: Vivisection performed on brain of the subject. A small, malformed instance of SCP-XXXX-3 was found to have forcibly attached itself to the pituitary gland. Another vivisection was performed on its stomach and intestines. Both plant matter and flies were found in its digestive system.
Inspecting the orbital cavities revealed that the subject's optical receptors had been restructured to observe in 360 degrees. Examining the eyes shows that the subjects eyes had recently developed cataracts. Performing a vivisection on the growth of an ovarian canal revealed an egg sack with seven SCP-XXXX-3 eggs.
The eggs were found to have expired within the subject.
External Examination: Subject had been killed before the onset of transmogrification. Subject's ribs are broken in multiple locations, he is believed to have died from internal bleeding.
Internal Examination: Instance of SCP-XXXX-3 found expired within the hypothalamus.
External Examination: SCP-XXXX-3 is a kit with eight legs. There are no other notable external features.
Internal Examination: Lower abdomen of SCP-XXXX-3 discovered to contain two silk glands. There are no other notable internal features.
To: Site Director Marshal
From: Researcher Davis
Subject: Infestation Cycle
Site Director Marshal,
I hope my email finds you well. I'm reaching out to you because after observing 12 birth cycles in the subject Agent Mackenzie Coinín, it is suffering both physiologically and psychologically. The developing eggs/kits drain the subject of vital nutrients. The rate at which the developing eggs steal nutrients leaves the subject severely malnourished. IVs and nutrient supplements are only able to do so much. I request the experiments stop and we surgically remove the subject's reproductive organs as soon as it is feasible.
Best regards,
Researcher Davis
To: Researcher Davis
From: Site Director Marshal
Subject: Re:Infestation Cycle
Researcher Davis,
This site has made much progress from the data in treating afflicted civilians. The experiments must continue. Your request has been denied.
Site Director Marshal
To: Site Director Marshal
From: Researcher Davis
Subject: Re:Infestation Cycle
Site Director Marshal,
Under my expert opinion, the current testing on the subject needs to halt and for it to under go surgery immediately.
Best Regards,
Researcher Davis
To: Researcher Davis
From: Site Director Marshal
Subject: Re:Infestation Cycle
Researcher Davis,
It is my job to ensure that a cure is found to neutralize the threat that SCP-XXXX-3 poses. Continue the testing or I will find another Researcher to continue for you.
Site Director Marshal
Post-Experiment Notes:
After the most recent litter the subject’s caloric intake is much higher than hypothesized, they are sluggish and sleep often. Blood was drawn and shows that the subject is suffering from severe malnutrition and anemia.
-Researcher Davis
To: Site Director
From: Researcher Davis
Subject: Testing needs to stop
Site Director Marshal
The subject is very malnourished. If we don't perform surgery before the next cycle I worry it will die.
Researcher Davis
To: Researcher Davis
From: Site Director Marshal
Subject: Re:Testing needs to stop
For the continued benefit of finding a cure, testing needs to continue. Try to find a way to increase its longevity.
To: Ethics Committee Chair
From: Researcher Davis
Subject: Anomaly Negligence
Ethics Committee Chair,
I am reporting Site Director Marshal for continued negligence towards my subject, Agent Mackenzie Coinín. Multiple times I requested the experiment to halt due to my subject's failing health. Attached to this document are the emails between Site Director Marshal and myself. I've also attached my medical notes on the subject's health. Action is needed immediately.
-Researcher Davis
To: Site Director Marshal
From: Ethics Committee Chair
Subject: SCP-XXXXX testing procedures
Site Director Marshal,
Due to complaints of negligence towards an anomalous subject you are ordered to halt testing on Agent Mackenzie Coinín. It is mandatory for you to attend an on-site meeting with an Ethics Committee member in Wing-7, Room 11, at 8am on 2021/06/13.
Signed,
Ethics Committee
Surgery Abstract:
2021/08/04
Surgery is performed to remove the foreign reproductive organs in subject Mackenzie Coinín. Subject's blood pressure dropped well beyond the lower range and required a blood transfusion. 175 stitches used, surgery was a success otherwise and subject is in recovery.
-Researcher Davis
Macky is blind and mute due to prior transmogrification. Because of this she has been given a laptop with text to speech for ease of communication. A display is mounted above her bed for hearing impaired staff's accessibility.
Date: 21/08/04
Interviewer: Researcher Davis
Interviewee: Agent Macky
Visiting: Agent Joesph
<Begin Log>
[Researcher Davis and Agent Joesph enter the hospital room. Davis stands over Macky's bed and Joesph sits in a chair next to the bed.]
Researcher Davis: Good afternoon Macky. How are you doing today.
Macky: im in pain. how r u
Researcher Davis: I'm doing well Macky, thank you for asking. (clears throat) I'm here for a post-surgery interview.
Macky: well im n pain.
Davis: Describe the pain please.
Macky: my abdomen stillhurts w/ hot red pain,, i feel better tho w/o th eegg sac
Davis: (takes notes) That's excellent to hear! We're not 100% sure if removing the reproductive organs will increase your lifespan but it appears that you've regained your sense of self. It's my hopes that this experiment wi-
[Frantic typing cuts Researcher Davis off.]
Macky: (sighs) im glad 2 b myself agian,, i feel bettter overalll w/o it
Davis: (smiles, takes notes) I'll be back to check up on you tomorrow. Hang in there.
Macky: :) thank u <3
[Researcher Davis leaves.]
Joesph: Hey Macky!
Macky: :D :D :D
Joseph: You're you again! (pauses) Hey, I'm sorry about what happened.
Macky: no! it waznt ur fault!
Joesph: I could have cut it out with my knife it wa-
(Macky frantically types. The keyboard clacking cuts Joseph off.)
Macky: IF U HADNT LEFT WHEN U DID WE BOTH WOULDVE BEEEN DEAD!
[Silence.]
Macky: (continues typing) u did what u had to do & savd us both. dont blame urself. please.
Joseph: I wish I could've done more.
Macky: but u did. look joesph. if u want forgivness,, i forgiv u. but u dont need it u did nothing wrong. im grattful for what u did
Joesph: (sniffs)
Macky: joesph. its ok. itll b ok. repeat aftre me,, "im alive, we r alive"
Joesph: (sighs, repeats) I'm alive, we are alive.
Macky: :)
Joseph: Thank you. I'm glad you're alive… and back to your old self.
Macky: :D
Joseph: (checks watch, wipes eyes and sighs) I wanted to drop by before work. I'll be back in a few hours… just wanted to see how you were doin'.
Macky: :) im glad u came by
Joseph: (stands up to leave) Me too! Stay strong!
Macky: :) u too! <3 <3
[After Joseph leaves the room, she quietly whimpers, tears stream from under her eye bandages.]
<End Log>
Recovered Journals
09/03/20
Today Tal and I went to pick up the rabbits. Xee suggested we get the rabbits to keep us company during covid. We decided to name the two girls, Grace and Kara. Their previous owners hadn't spayed them yet so I've set up a vet appointment for the 21st.
15/03/20
The state issued a "shelter-at-home" order and for all non-essential businesses to close. Grace and Kara's vet appointment is canceled. I hope their previous owners' sexed them correctly. Tal re-sexed the rabbits and as far as Tal can tell, the rabbits are both females.
23/03/20
Grace has been acting suspicious lately. She won't let either of us pick her up and she's started nesting. I remember seeing Kara and Grace humping a few days ago, but that's typical rabbit behaviour regardless of rabbit sex. Could this be a false pregnancy?
01/04/20
It's not a false pregnancy. Happy April Fool's to us…
[extraneous journal entries removed]
08/06/20
Grace wrecked my office door trying to get to Kara. The hinges are smashed and the door won't close properly. We fear another litter may be coming. We have our hands full enough. Please don't let her be pregnant.
12/06/20
Kara has started to nest.
21/06/20
Kara has had a litter (how did she also have a litter?) and Tal and I haven't found anyone to adopt the rabbits we have.
Damhán3 came by today with empty galloon buckets for us to store our rabbit poo. Something felt off when they came over. I can't place my finger on what.
We hope we can donate this poo. It's a shame to put it to waste.
12/07/20
We woke up one morning to a cloud of flies in the utility room where we keep the empty buckets. I double checked the buckets and found that Damhán had left standing water in them.
[extraneous journal entries removed]
08/09/20
Over the last few months, we've tried to store the poo outside near the forest, and we've tried to keep the rabbits sexed and apart from each other. But no matter how hard we've tried they keep multiplying. The fly problem is starting to get out of hand.
Tal pointed out yesterday that trees sprout from the poo in the house.
18/09/20
The tree sprouts have grown tremendously. Tal and I have been trying to cut down them down but day after day more trees crop up. The flies have gotten so bad I feel like I'm losing my sanity. Tal stated that the fly problem is of biblical proportion…and xee is a theologian.
08/11/20
We woke up to a loud crashing sound. The trees have taken over the house and Tal and I don't know what to do. What do we do? How did they grow that fast?? WHAT DO WE DO?
12/11/20
Tal has come down with some sort of illness. Xee woke up after sleeping for a day complaining of lightheadedness. On the back of xeir neck is a large red scab. We're trapped in the house by trees or I'd take xem to hospital.
[illegible]
I don't know what happened. I don't know how to write this.
I can't believe what I'm looking at. I watched them slowly turn into this—
…thing
[no date given, there are tear stains present all over the entry]
[…]fellt something bite m e last night i woke up an d checked myself inn the mirror— there's a large spider b ite on th e back of myy neck[…]
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: Pending.
Description: Pending.
| Date | Subject | Effects | Notes |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2018/06/28 |
D-5432 (34, white cis male) was asked to approach and touch the object. |
Upon the subject's return he expressed confusion with his body and verbally assaulted Researcher Davis. When security personnel arrived to escort the subject back to his cell he was able to take down one security personnel until sedated.4 |
N/A |
| 2018/06/29 |
D-7631 (41, white cis female) was asked to approach and touch the object. |
Upon return D-7631 verbally assaulted Researcher Davis. When security personnel arrivied they sedated D-7631 immediately. | "She didn't express confusion about her body." -Researcher Davis |
| 2018/06/30 |
D-9980 (23, black cis male) was asked to approach and touch the object. |
Expressed confusion about his body. Same reaction to security personnel as previous experiments. | "I'm suspecting a pattern." -Researcher Davis |
| 2018/07/01 |
D-00109 (29, white trans woman, very little negative predispositions towards authority) was asked to approach and touch the object. |
Upon return she yelled "FUCK THE COPS" and verbally assaulted Researcher Davis. Security personnel were able to sedate the subject without incident. | N/A |
| 2018/07/02 |
D-5222 (23, hispanic trans male, very little negative predispositions towards authority) was asked to approach and touch the object. |
Expressed confusion about his body, and verbally assaulted Researcher Davis. Security personnel were able to sedate the subject without incident. | "It seems one of the side effects of the anomaly is gender dysphoria." -Researcher Davis (author's note: express their predispositions towards authority throughout the logs) |
| 2018/07/03 |
D-0043 (55, white cis female, very little negative predispositions towards authority) was asked to approach and touch the object. |
Upon her return she expressed no confusion about her body and yelled the repeated phrase "THERE WERE FAMILIES THERE!" When security personnel arrived they were met with hostility, subject was sedated without incident. | N/A |
Immediately after reappearance D-5432 became incredibly violent and escaped the testing chamber.
<Video Log>
D-5432: [he falls to the ground, sobbing and thrashing] IT'S NOT FAIR! IT'S NOT FAIR! WHERE AM I? [he looks at his hands while he pounds the floor] WHO THE FUCK AM I?
Researcher Davis: [he reaches for his radio] Security needed in Test Chamber-32. Subject is unstable.
D-5432: [he gets up and points at the testing chamber's window] FUCK YOU! YOU'RE UNSTABLE YOU PIG! [he sprints towards the doors, and bangs his fists and head against it]
Researcher Davis: [he radios again] Security and Medical Staff required in Testing Chamber-32 NOW!
[The door opens and two security personnel attempt to tackle D-5432 to the ground. He resists and floors both personnel. He exits the testing chamber. The two security personnel regain their balance and follow D-5432. They shoot him in the shoulder with tranquilizers.]
D-5432: [he turns and faces the two security personnel] FUCK YOU! [he sprints towards them]
[Medical staff appear further down the hall. Seeing the event unfolding in front of them, they turn and head back down where they came.]
D-5432: [he tackles one of the guards, claws at his eyes and bites him]
Second Security Guard: [she reloads her tranqulizer] D-5432, STAND-DOWN! [she manages to shoot D-5432 in the shoulder despite the thrashing]
[D-5432 mumbles something and passes out on top of the first security guard.]
[Medical staff return into the hallway and treat the downed guards and D-Class.]
D-5432 is located in Medical Wing D-54 under restraint and 24 hour surveillance. His physical and mental conditions are to be monitored frequently in case any other psychologically effective anomalies occur.
To see collected footage of the experiment, refer to Test Log-1.
To: Site Director
From: Researcher Davis
Subject: New subjects needed
After the data collected from the last few tests, I hypothesize we are receiving the same results due to the subjective nature of the D-Class. I suggest we test with a subject who isn't anti-authoritarian. The anomaly itself has shown that it's relatively safe for testing outside of D-Class.
Regards,
Researcher Davis
To: Researcher Davis
From: Site Director
Subject: Re:New subjects needed
Researcher Davis,
Such testing would result in a breach of protocol. The anomaly has shown itself to be dangerous. The results of using valued personnel puts them at risk of currently unknown effects.
Site Director
To: Site Director
From: Researcher Davis
Subject: Re:New subjects needed
The general affects of the anomaly are PTSD, BPD, and gender dysphoria. An unintended affect of the anomaly is a stronger negative reaction towards security personnel. I conjecture this is due to the contents of the event portrayed by the anomaly, and the prior experiences with authority D-Class personnel have. I would like to volunteer myself for the test, to note the psychological effects on a subject loyal to, what they anomaly would consider, a figure of authority.
Regards,
Researcher Davis
To: Reseacher Davis
From: Site Director
Subject: Re: New subjects needed
Researcher Davis,
I am in no doubt of your loyalty to the Foundation, I must caution my concern of putting one of valued personnel at risk of any unknown effects. If you wish to partition your request, please contact the Ethic Committee.
Site Director
Following the results of Test-5 Researcher Davis has requested amnestics and termination from his position.
Request Denied
Researcher Davis has been approved for a two month leave, and weekly psychological examinations.
Note: I'm sorry Davis, but this is the job you were hired for. You understood upon taking the position what it all entails. You must move on with your life regardless of what horrors and traumas you may experience.
Site Director
Test Subject: D-5432
Researcher: Researcher Davis
<Begin Log>
D-5432 was asked to approach and touch the painting.
<Video Log Begins>
Person 1: …so they've been doing this for a little over 10 years!
Person 2: [presumed to be D-5432] That's amazing, Jasmine!
[It should be noted that D-5432's attire and stature are all the same. His voice and mannerisms differ, and D-5432 is not in control of himself.]
Jasmine: Isn't it? It's one of my favorite events in the summer, outside of Comic-Con of course.
D-5432: The residents of Ocean Beach have been launching marshmallows at each other every Fourth of July because-?
Jasmine: [laughs] No one really remembers why, it's just basically a lot safer than fireworks. Especially with the drought and fires.
D-5432: I get that.
[The car slows down, video picks up a crowded parking lot by the beach. The sky is red as the sun sets.]
D-5432: Wow that's a lot of people!
Jasmine: [laughs] I should have gotten here earlier.
D-5432: [she breathes heavily and wrings her hands]
[Extraneous dialogue removed. After precisely 1 hour and 47 minutes two artists approach Jasmine and D-5432.]
Artist 1: [playfully punches Jasmine's arm] I told you to get here earlier!
Jasmine: [flinches from the punch] Mandy, this event has gotten a lot larger than it was last year. I wasn't expecting this! [she gestures to the crowds]
Artist 2: [he is silent, and has a vintage camcorder]
D-5432: [to Artist 2] Vincent is that for class?
Vincent: No, I'm making a documentary.
Mandy: [checks her phone] Almost time!!
D-5432: Are they allowed to do this though? [she gestures to the placards]
Mandy: Loosen up a little. They've been doing this for years!
Vincent: Is the memorial new? It looks new?
Jasmine: Yea, it was still under construction last Fourth of July when I was here.
[Sounds of cheering begin at the far north side of the beach. It ripples through the crowd as marshmallows are flung and launched into the air. Children laugh and run around the memorial throwing marshmallows. A nearby mother pushing a stroller whips marshmallows at Mandy.]
Mandy: YAY!! [throws marshmallows back at the mom]
Vincent: [his camera tracks the marshmallows flying into the sky]
Jasmine: [she laughs, picks up marshmallows and throws them at an elderly couple walking by. The couple laugh and fling marshmallows back at Jasmine]
[D-5432 is quiet and breathes heavily. Children run in and out of the feed. D-5432 wrings her hands nervously. After 6 minutes since the initiation of the celebration police sirens go off.]
Officer: [through a bullhorn] Move away from the memorial!
[The crowd ignores the police.]
Officer: Move away from the memorial! No food or drink are allowed at or near the memorial!
[A few people in the crowd turn their head to the police. D-5432 also turns around to face the police. Four officers approach the crowd from the Green. The officer with the bullhorn is noted to have a gas canister launcher.]
Officer: This is the last time I will ask you all to cease and desist. MOVE AWAY FROM THE MEMORIAL!
D-5432: [she pokes Jasmine on the shoulder] I-I think we should go!!
Jasmine: [laughing] No! Fuck the cops!
Mandy: [off camera] What are they even doing here?
[D-5432's feed captures the officer firing gas canisters into the crowd. Screaming]
Mandy: Oh my God!
Vincent: [he has his camera focused on the officers launching gas canisters, his face is wet with sweat]
D-5432: [she turns around to face the memorial, her feed shows gas rising up into the crowd. She is hyperventilating] Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuc-
Mandy: Vincent, GO BACK TO THE CAR! [she grabs him on the shoulders as more gas canisters are launched]
Jasmine: [panting, she pushes D-5432 in the direction of her car] GO! GO!
[By now the crowd is in panic as the gas permeates through them. A father is seen wrapping a blanket over his 3 year old son's nose and mouth.]
D-5432: [sobbing]
Officer: MOVE AWAY FROM THE MEMORIAL!
<End Log>
((author's note: i don't have a solid concept for the object yet that causes the aforementioned events and experiences. im considering a painting, but it's too haphazard atm))
((author's note: WIP. The Foundation will work in tandem with the San Diego Police Department to discredit any reports or references to the events described in SCP-XXXX. Discredit was the word I had been looking for. The Foundation isn't going full on purge and contain of the real world event, because the SDPD is already doing that, rather, they are encouraging and supporting the SDPD in their venture. This is to make containment of the object and its effects easier, and easier to identify. For example: a video recording from someone's phone of the event isn't something the Foundation is likely to care about. it's a recording of the thing what happened. that falls under the SDPD, whereas a text of the event in a Parawatch forum, or a reddit thread would be under much more scrutiny by the Foundation. in this case the Foundation wouldn't be able to tell if the report is organic or due to the anomaly. and would be likely to discredit the validity of it.))
((how do i write four more tests were done. they should test with a few D-Class that have shown themselves to be loyal to the Foundation. regardless of this, the fact that they are contained in a cell as prisoners and have to deal with security personnel daily- leads them to have a bitter outlook on authority regardless of how loyal they may be. although, typical Foundation personnel loyal to the Foundation may also be predisposed to being anti-authority. i want to impress how traumatic of an experience it is and currently the only way i know how is through a researcher experiencing the anomaly. this leads to the question ive gotten a few times, "why does the Foundation help the SDPD suppress the incident?"))
What if after a few D-Class are tested and relatively the same data is gathered, Dr. Davis suggests testing with someone loyal to the Foundation? The implication from the multiple tests would indicate that D-Class are predisposed to being anti-authoritarian given their situation.
If Dr. Davis volunteers himself, how would this effect him? Would he be shaken enough to request amnestics? Would he be offered a psychological treatment? Would he suggest/ask for psychological treatment?
What if I add another test log where they test it on someone who isn't already predisposed to PTSD and anti-authority? My only thought is a researcher, or someone loyal to the Foundation…but doesn't have PTSD? Tough.
AMNESTICS! How would amnestics affect subjects affected/effected (????) by the anomaly??
The scip is fictional but should be uncomfortably close to non-fiction.
SCP-XXXX is to be contained in standard painting storage at Site-1312's Art Department Wing. Any staff handling the object must have their person fully covered. Reports related to events described from SCP-XXXX must be suppressed via takedown notices and misinformation campaigns. The Foundation will continue to work in tandem with the San Diego Police Department on these ongoing campaigns. <- ((how do i explain that the Foundation is concerned that they aren't able to tell which reports are due to contact with the anomaly and which aren't?))
SCP-XXXX is an acrylic painting of a marshmallow the bottom-right corner bears a stylized "M" and on the back are the words "The Marshmallow". Physical, uncovered contact with SCP-XXXX, the subject disappears for precisely 2 hours and 9 minutes. <- ((it should be implied somewhere that "M" is the artist from who's point of view the subjects view from within the anomaly))
Upon their return, the subject experiences gender dysphoria, anxiety, and aspects of dissociative identity disorder. Subjects have all reported the same experience of police brutality within the anomaly. The anomalous effect is presumed to line up with the events of a celebration on 2014/07/04 at Ocean Beach, San Diego, California.
The object was discovered on 2018/03/04 at an art exhibition in El Cajon, California.
D-5432 woke up in a cold, scratchy hospital bed. At the ever awkward angle that hospital beds are at, he couldn't make himself comfortable enough to go back to sleep. His waking caused the EKG(??) to beep faster as his heart rate spiked up to the typical level it is for a waking human. The camera on the wall, ever watching, the audio recorder in the room registering his moans. It all signaled to the Foundation that D-5432 was awake.
In less than 10mins a researcher flanked by three security personnel entered the room. It was then that D-5432 noticed that he was strapped down in the hospital bed- at the uncomfortable position.
The security had their hands prepped at the tranquilizer guns at their waist. Waiting for D-5432 to make sudden, violent motions again. He saw fear in their eyes. The researcher however was lax. She held her clipboard, her gaze down on the paper. He saw her unattached, tired eyes.
In a haze he heard her ask him a few questions. He couldn't hear what she was saying, and looked blankly at her. The guards positioned themselves, one on each side of the bed. The were calm and collected, but their uncovered eyes still shone with fear.
"These may have been the guards I laid out," D -5432 thought to himself, and then the memories of how he had come to the uncomfortable bed rushed back to him.
There were families laughing, children running on the beach, and it was night. He recalled marshmallows raining from the sky. Marshmallows don't rain from the sky.
What else? He thought. His vision swimmed, memories mush, the yammering of the doctor droning and droning.
There was shouting, there was running, there was crying, and there was gas, the memories swirled around in his head- a jolt of anger rushed from the pit of his stomach to his eyes. His eyes snapped with clarity, he face flushed, "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU FACIST BASTARDS?" he yelled, and tried to pull away from his restraint. The families and children were running away from the gas, he recalled clearly now, that the San Diego Police had launched tear gas (??) at the gathered celebration for the Independce of their country, simply because they were all throwing marshmallows at each other too close to a veterans memorial, "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG? WHY DID YOU HAVE TO ATTACK THOSE FAMILIES?"
If the doctor had said anything different, or had made any motions reacting to his sudden outburst. He couldn't tell- there was a sharp, pin-prick in his neck, as the sedatives once again wore him down. As he blacked out he saw one of his restraints had gotten loose.
Further Notes, Retrospect:
"Why does the Foundation want to cover up this non-anomalous event anyway?" Agent Joesph asked his partner.
His partner, Agent Macky, sighed, "From looking over the report, they are worried that some of the reports of the event may be fake memories implanted via the anomaly."
Joesph shook his head, "So they waste Foundation resources to suppress and misinform any reports of the event."
Macky nodded and put her blinker on, they were headed for 5th and Market.
Joseph stifled a laugh, "But even actual footage of the event?"
"They're being thorough," she replied while parallel parking into a spot. She got out of the car, and put quarters in the meter. Joesph followed.
She cleared her throat, "Alias "M" should be up a head a few blocks at the quarter of 5th and Market. According to the dossier, her and her group of street performers come out at 8pm every night."
"We are here hella earl-" he started.
"We will be loitering at the bar a block down from the corner. We have," she checked her watch, "Two hours."
((this isn't really going anywhere, this is to work the who, what, where, when, how, and why, the Foundation is doing what they are doing in regards to the anomaly. And something that I have to coninuously ask myself is, "How will this anomaly effect a researcher?" because ultimately, depending on their personality on the onset, they will request amnestics or a few months off for psychological evaluation. The later is the most likely, altho, if I'm able to execute it well, the former would be the most impactful. The researcher, "How will it effect them?" my aim is that they have second thoughts about joining an organization that would be comfortable working with tandem with an authoritarian, out of control police department. Especially in covering up something so mundane.))
Note to self:
check out these poems;
-howl
-the raven
-jabberwocky
-song of songs (any passage is fine)
-the stolen child
-ozymandias
Gestalt I.
Cold, bitter, and steel smells waft to my room
As the collective's thoughts and dreams,
Pillars the corners of my mind.
Vague memories contained by smells
Upon waking I recall none of these,
The scent I cannot mask.
Gestalt II.
Real life, or slumber I fall into
With static mists it seems,
In long hallways, I try to run away.
They catch up to me singing
Dreaded, horrific, terrifying, things,
Inky tendrils, reach me.
Gestalt III.
Running for the door
I grip onto my keys,
Although, there is no way in or out.
They pull me into them
Do I ever survive the dreams,
Out of haunted nights and restricted corridors?
Zeitgeist
When my room is lit by morning
That's when I sleep and wander in memes,
Unattached from the subject of anomaly.
The memories gone through my fingers like sands and mist
Yet their shadows tower over me,
They hide in darkness so I may wake in light.
do i remember
my room feels so constrained at night
i run so far away
is there something that ive forgetten?
I miss them, whoever they are
Do you think they can remember me?
I miss them, whoever they are
Do you think they can remember me?
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept in standard humanoid medical containment at Site-83's Intensive Care Medical Wing. SCP-XXXX is to be fed intraveanously and pans cleaned daily. The room is to be kept at 23C plus 76% humidity to maintain moisture in SCP-XXXX's eyes. As of writing SCP-XXXX hasn't indicated any ability for higher cognitive functions.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a humanoid mannequin of a 55 year old white female. It came under Foundation custody after reports were made of a new type of arthritis and cancer. To date no cancerous growths have been found in SCP-XXXX. The family of SCP-XXXX has been given the cover story of her death and a closed casket was conducted to further the cover story.
The Foundation has reason to believe that SCP-XXXX's son, PoI-XXXX, may have been involved in her transmogrification and is currently under surveillance for further notable anomalous activity.
Addendum: [Optional additional paragraphs]
mercuryOcclusion: sure, but i still feel like i had something to do with it
nk: the world doesnt work like that though
mercuryOcclusion: ok but? how about this? it happened within the first week after i cursed her?
vb: well you werent intending to? like what if you did curse her it wasnt like you knew it was going to happen
mercuryOcclusion: see see nk! vb believes me!
vb: not really…im just sayin if you did it wasnt intentional
nk: w/e
mercuryOcclusion: i feel slightly guilty about all of this but also?? she had it comin to her tbh, especially after what she did to me
nk: i still think you should have called the cops
mercuryOcclusion: im not getting them involved and i already told you, they worked with my grandma back when she used to run a foster home
mercuryOcclusion: do you really think they would give a shit and not make matters worse?
nk: point taken
<Audio Log>
PoI's Father: Your ma had to be taken to the ER last night, he condition has gotten worse
PoI: Oh no what happened?
PoI's Father: She can't move at all unless someone else moves her. The doctors at the hospital said they ain't seen a case of arthritis this bad before.
PoI: [silence]
PoI's Father: Are you there?
PoI: [sounding shaken] Yea I'm here. I just- I don't know what to say. I'm in the middle of Wyoming right now, and it'll take another four days driving to get back.
PoI's Father: [sniffles] We told ya not to go this summer! Your mother might die and you're pissin' around on a cross country trip!
PoI: [sighs] I had already made these plans months in advance! There was no other way I could move my stuff back!
PoI's Father: Your friends could've gotten UPS to ship it!
PoI: We already tried that right before I flew back to Michigan. UPS fucked up the pick up, and my boxes are too sensitive to put that responsibility on my friends!
PoI's Father: Why do you always gotta be so selfish?
PoI: [silence]
PoI's Father: I'll call you back if anything new happens.
[line disconnects]
2021/07/24 at 7:54am SCP-XXXX was admitted into Foundation custody at a provisional Foundation medical facility near Kalamazoo. During this time the family was given a weak dose of Class-A amnestics and given the story that she was being taken to a specialized clinic. PoI's internet contacts were located and administered Class-A amnestics and the Discord logs erased.
Upon PoI-XXXX's return he was given the cover story by his family, and put under watch. Due to PoI-XXXX's history of mental health there is no need to discredit his claims.
Content Warning:
Explicit descriptions of transmisia, transphobia, ableism, physical, emotional and verbal abuse. Themes of self-harm, death mentions and body horror. Frequent use of expletives.
— fairydoctor
My Mammaw died when I was 24. I had just moved to California and didn't have money for a plane ticket to Florida for her funeral. My savings was dried up, so I asked my mom for help. She was fishy when she responded and ended the conversation with "Oh I'm sure she knows how much you would want to be there. She knows you are there in spirit."
Flippant. After changing the conversation she told me about new patio furniture she bought. As if at that point I cared about what she was spending money on?
I returned home in 2021 after spending 8 years out west making a living for myself. But due to the economic collapse induced by the pandemic, I ran out of options and opportunities.
I couldn't ship my things, I couldn't drive, it was all last minute and I had to fly back. This also meant I couldn't bring my pet rat. Under the care of a few friends, I left my things and my rat. I had to drive him back later in the summer. When I tried to plan ahead the return for my rat, over the phone in an uncaring tone she said, "Oh, it'll be OK! We'll just get you a new rat!"
My vision went red and I started to blackout. The same fake tone about my deceased beloved grandmother but it was about my fur son. I told her flatly, "I will get my son back."
She yawned. She changed the subject to how ill-timed my move back was. It was the same weekend the family went to my father's cousin's cabin in the North.
Every month they'd go up to the cabin.
I flew back to Michigan in February and to make money for my trip to get my fur son, I sold her new, unused clothes online. One of my jobs in San Diego from 2014-2015 was listing used things. When I returned to Michigan there were 10 garbage bags filled with neatly folded, new clothes.
I dressed her mannequin, took pictures and listed 7 clothes every hour. My goal in San Diego had been 6 an hour, with 4 being average.
She told me how to do my job, and how she wanted me to do it. One morning in early-April, she knocked on my door to wake me up. I mumbled that I was up, and in less than 2 minutes she told me about the listings she wanted me to do that day. This induced a massive panic attack and I partially blacked out. I was yelled at, "Why do you have to act this way?" and "You need to respect our opinions! We respect yours!"
I started to have nightmares. Waking up in a cold sweat every night, I wrote down the dreams.
03/24/21
My parents were fighting with me telling me "You should have told us you were gay sooner! It's your fault we couldn't help you because you never told us!" In the dream, one of them goes to back hand me. Right before the hit the scene shifts to me be chased by her mannequin down a long dark hallway.
My productivity dropped from 7 an hour, to 3 an hour, and then to none an hour. I told my psychologist about my mom, my productivity, the dreams and the panic attack. He prescribed I attend out-patient group therapy. I wore my mask to therapy.
Part way through therapy, while talking about my dream, a mask-less patient stood up and yelled, "You tranny fuck! We don't want you shoving your opinions down our throat!" The group therapist tried to calm the patient down. The screaming patient approached me raising his voice. I started to black out from rage. I held onto my consciousness, fought myself, I didn't need to have a bipolar episode, I didn't want to be taken away to in-patient. The other members forcefully held the man back. Security was called. I didn't see the man at the next meeting.
My nightmares changed. Instead of my parents fighting me, it was that man. I viewed the fight from outside my body. Before the first hit landed, the scene changed to me, once again being chased by the mannequin.
My psychologist suggested I keep a journal. I told him I already had one. He encouraged me to continue using it. I used it more often and slept with it under my bed every-night and packed it with my computer bag everyday.
While awake I held back my panic as I dressed the mannequin. I had to sell her clothes to make money. I had to get my fur son back. She kept telling me how she wasn't going to give me any money for the trip because she wanted to teach me "good work ethic".
04/09/21
She's a bitch.
I woke up at 5am every morning when I lived in San Francisco to go scrub toilets for start up companies. She dares tell me about "good work ethic"? I took the shop down. I've put my energy into graphic design and writing again. Fuck her.
She bagged more clothes that she no longer cared about. I hadn't told her yet that I took the shop down. While bagging up clothes she lamented, "I have too many clothes! I need to get rid of all these clothes!" the next day another Amazon box and Poshmark box came with new clothes.
The next day, the weather was nicer. Her and dad were outside doing yard-work. That day I had beers with her and dad outside her "She Said, Seed Shed". She converted a seed shed into— some weird bougie pad. Much like the rest of the antique farm buildings on the property, she made their utilitarian nature useless and fake.
She repeated her "lessons" about "good work ethic". I never actually saw her doing yard-work that day. She wore yard-work clothes, and a big floppy straw hat. I saw my sisters doing yard-work though.
While we sat and drank, Dad told her to stop spending all of his money and that she needed to look for another job and do more work. After two beers she was drunk and snapped back, "Look at all the work I do!" she took off her stupid straw hat and pointed at the sweat marks, "See! This is from how hard I worked!"
I thought, "I despise you. Anyone can work up a sweat when it's 80 fucking degrees outside."
04/12/21
[…]she argued with my father about the virtue of money! He eventually dropped the argument because there was no arguing with her. She was in the right with her fake work clothes and fake work sweat on her stupid straw hat.
My nightmares have gotten worse. The mannequin now looks like my mom. I hope I can see my psychologist soon.
A few days later when she discovered I deleted the shop and stopped listing her clothes she picked a fight with me. She threw the mannequin at me yelling how my graphic design work wasn't a "real job".
My entire left arm was bruised. I didn't cry. I had no more tears. All I had was sheer, seething, hate.
When my father came home, he threatened to kick me out of the house. He told me that I needed to learn "good work ethic", "respect", and to "get a real job".
While yelling at me, offhandedly he said, "Portland brainwashed you! You better stop wearing that mask everywhere and you better fucking smile more! You disgust me with how you walk around this house!"
I faked a smile since then and wore my mask less. I didn't want to be homeless again. I'd rather risk a plague…
04/15/21
You filthy cunts. I worked until 6am every morning when I lived in Portland to go stack boxes at Toys R Us. Don't you dare tell me about "good work ethic".
Memories that I hadn't blocked, tell me I was homeless 6 times at the very least during my 20s. To my knowledge they've never been homeless.
I cannot trust them, especially her. She was fake and two sided. I was thankful she left me alone as much as she did when I picked up professional writing again. In a bizarre twist, it was the only professional art job they recognized as "a real job".
In the end, she was just pissed that I wasn't selling her clothes! If she wanted it done then she should have just done it herself.
While showering, I looked at the healing bruise on my arm. I thought to myself, Should I call the police? Later that day I told my friends about the mannequin and the fight. They urged me to go to the police. Once upon a time my mom's mom used to run a foster home. She had worked with the local police department— the police were unlikely to help. I would've put myself back into homelessness, cast out of my family and I would never see my sisters again. I was stuck and felt cold panic inside me.
04/18/21
[…]you know things are bad when anarchists consider reporting someone to the police.
I tried to schedule an appointment with my psychologist. He rescheduled, again. The self-therapy I took too was punching myself and ramming my head against the wall. When my parents found out they threatened to kick me out of the house, again, and told me to "stop acting that way!" I needed them to show me that they loved and cared about me instead of threatening to beat me, or kick me out of the house whenever I had an episode. As a trade-off from self-harm, I vaped more.
05/07/21
[…]the dreams have gotten worse. The transphobic and violent man is now twice my height, his breath reeks of dead fish and behind him stood my parents. Arm folded glaring at me, they gloated, "You have to respect our opinions! We respect yours!" The mannequin still chases me.
5/16/21
Happy T day to me! She's doing the listings herself! Earlier today I watched her while I ground coffee. Mom lovingly dressed the mannequin and adored it after each dress before she took pictures. While the coffee poured, I cursed under my breath, You fake fuck, you love that mannequin more than us. You are a fucking mannequin.
5/24/21
My plans back to Portland are solidified. Everyday in the basement Mom dresses up the mannequin. However, I notice her movements are stiff. She complains about her arthritis and how her skin is dry. She saw a doctor recently, he doesn't know what's wrong. He told her to stop working so much. She couldn't. "Good work ethic" is godliness.
I hope she dies.
A few days after the doctor it was hard for her to show any emotion that wasn't a smile. The family were all concerned about her health. Not me.
Even sick she dressed the mannequin, and looked upon it with adoration. She told us that dressing the mannequin brought her joy. I believed that. Out of all the lies, I believed that.
Weeks later while I ground my coffee, I watched her again. Her movements were even more stiff and labored, her skin was cracked, and flaking. How painful her face looked because it was getting harder and harder for her to stop smiling…
Cold panic set inside me again as I watched the brown liquid brew. I thought about my curse from weeks prior.
Did I do this?
June came and Mom's health continued to decline. I told my friends on Discord about "the curse". They told me that that was nonsense, and that there was no such thing. They told me that I shouldn't blame myself, and that she had what was coming to her anyway.
06/03/21
[…]my dreams have gotten worse. All three of them are giants. They don't hit me, but they surround me with arms folded. I can't— I can't fully remember what they were saying to me. But it sounded very hateful and made me mad.
The mannequin is Mom and still chases me down a dark hallway.
I think I might have cursed my mom. Is that a thing? Did I really do that?
No. I couldn't have.
…could I?
Dad and her had an argument with me about my trip to Portland. She didn't want me to leave because she was afraid that if she was hospitalized and died, I wouldn't get to see her before she passed.
I compulsively lied and told her, “Of course I would want to visit you if you were in the hospital! But you shouldn't be worried," I told her, "—you aren't going to die! It's only arthritis and the dry summer air!"
Mid-July came and my trip to Portland. My phone was turned off when I landed in Colorado. When I checked my phone, my dad had texted me that mom's hair was falling out. The image of the mannequin flashed in my mind. It too, had no hair. Cold panic radiated out from my stomach. I felt nauseous, and sprinted to the airport bathroom. Memories of my dreams haunted me.
While driving back with my ferret, I received a very important phone call from my youngest sister.
07/23/21
[…]mom has been hospitalized. She can barely move, all her hair has fallen out, her skin is as dry as burlap, she's having issues blinking and she can only smile. My sister told me that Mom can't stop crying. My sister sounded very distressed over the phone and told me that it was very hard for her to visit mom.
I imagine the mannequin in the basement. I imagine the mannequin in my dream.
I did this.
The day I arrived back at the family farm there were three large, unmarked, black SUVs in our driveway. I parked around back to not block them in.
Once when I was 7, I watched the Men In Black in theaters with my Mammaw. The suits in our kitchen looked like them. Cold panic welled inside me and my stomach churned.
My dad informed me that mom was being moved to a specialized hospital. My cold panic turned to ice. My sister had made a pot of coffee and offered me some. I took the cup. Looking into the cup, I saw my reflection and thought of the curse I mumbled under my breath months before.
I couldn't hold my panic in. My skin felt cold, I shook and the coffee dropped. Before I heard the shattering from the glass, I was already downstairs in the basement. I found the mannequin where she had left it. Lovingly dressed in new clothes.
Dread filled me. I froze and stared at it. I heard the taps of my father, sister, and the black shoes of the suits, pepper down the stairs. They inquired my father what was wrong.
He offhandedly "joked", telling the suits, that I was crazy and had a long history of mental health issues. The look in one of the agents eyes told me that they knew something about me that neither my father not myself knew. Does the agent know what I did?
I remembered my rat was still in the van. I calmed myself down and apologized. I needed to be strong for my fur son. I told the agents that I was very concerned about my mother and excused myself.
I took my rat out of the van, out of his carrier and cuddled him. The agents spoke logistics with my family. They would reach out if anything new happened with Mom. They didn't want us visiting her because they were worried it would cause her more distress. My family agreed that they shouldn't visit her. Wait? Weren't they the ones concerned about her?
One of the agents asked me to step outside. Dread wrenched my stomach. I cuddled my fur son while we sat outside Mom's "She Said, Seed Shed". My other sister's cows were out in pasture. The agent joked and complained about the cow smell. I had cursed my mother, I thought. I cursed her.
The agent pulled out air freshener, and sprayed.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Uncontained
Special Containment Procedures:
Description: SCP-XXXX is the designation for a parallel multiverse to baseline reality that managed to intersect with our own. SCP-XXXX's parallel Foundation5 has been working in cooperation with the Foundation to separate the two universes.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class:
Special Containment Procedures:
Description:
VKTM eZine, but its just the SD 07/04 memory and when read fully the reader becomes more anti-authoritarian; but wont recall the content inside the eZine
so maybe like snippets/excerpts are posted into the article?
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be contained in a standard media locker at Site-63. Access to SCP-XXXX granted upon request by the Site Director.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a VHS copy of "Wayne's World". On the back of the VHS cover a sticker reads "Distributed by Vikander-Kneed Technical Media". When the tape is played and watched all the way through the subject will become cognitively aware of their own breathing and blinking for an hour. During that time period blinking and breathing are done manually.
Discovery: SCP-XXXX came to the attention of the Foundation after a 4 year old6 was admitted into St. John's Hospital with difficulty breathing and blinking. It was found that for roughly an hour random, daily Molly Strutter is unable to blink to breathe automatically.
The mother7 of the subject was interviewed before receiving amnestics.
This interview was conducted at St. John's Hospital between Agent Beatrice Stukov and Karen Strutter on 1992/11/15
<Begin Log>
Agent Beatrice: I realize you have a lot going on right now. Thank you for your time.
Karen Strutter: (blows nose into handkerchief) Thank you! I just don't know what happened to her. (quietly sobs)
Beatrice: It's okay take your time.
(Silence for approximately 3 minutes.)
Karen: (takes a deep breath) I kept telling her to stop watching so much TV or her eyes would be glued to it. I didn't mean it literally!
Beatrice: If it means anything ma'am, her eyes aren't literally glued to the TV.
Karen: (softly sobs) You're right.
Beatrice: Do you remember anything that could have triggered her condition?
Karen: Aside from watching too much TV?
Beatrice: Yes.
(Karen is in thought for a few minutes until responding.)
Karen: It was around her 4th birthday I had gotten her "Wayne's World". Her and her father saw it in theatres before he left for South America for work. I thought getting her this gift would help her cope.
Beatrice: Did it?
Karen: Yes, and a little too well. She watches it constantly. I'll have to replace the tape if this continues. Honestly, I don't have the heart to make her stop watching it as much as she does.
Beatrice: I see. (scribbles something in her notes) Did your daughter's condition seem to occur during or after viewings?
(Karen is silent in thought. She occasionally blows her nose.)
Karen: Now that you mention it, it is a little weird that her breathing and blinking problems always occurred right after watching the movie.
Beatrice: This concludes the interview. Thank you again for your time.
<End Log>
The VHS was seized shortly after and Molly Strutter recovered a few hours after admittance.
A transcript of the differences between SCP-XXXX and normal copies are listed below:
(Gonna have to rewatch the movie tbh, and id like too. i dont think there should be too many differences. id like to break the fourth wall but only if it flows in that direction.)
Title: The Elusive Tech Unicorn
Material Requirements:
- Two (2) raspberry zeros with all of the default cables (Already in possession)
- One (1) 8" x 5" touch screen display (Already in possession)
- One (1) bolt of white cotton fabric (Already in possession)
- 1 lbs of poly-fill (To stuff the plush with)
- 5 lbs of Beryllium Bronze (As an endoskeleton)
- One (1) bone from Steve Jobs (Any bone)
- One (1) macBook air from which to access the microcomputer (Any year)
Abstract: A brief description of the piece - what it is, what it's supposed to do, how it does it (if the artist knows), how it should be displayed, etc.
The Elusive Tech Unicorn is a plush, robot unicorn programmed with a custom anomalous programming language. Bearing striking similarities to toy robots of the 90s, and an interactive touch screen on its chest, the patron will be able to interact with the concept of anarchism and self-sustaining community collectives.
Intent: In this section, the artist, speaking in first person, describes their reasons for creating this piece; what motivated them to come up with the idea, what they hope to achieve by producing it, how they went about making it, who the intended audience is, what kind of reaction they hope to get from the audience, and so on.
There is a large schism in the Internet ideologies and culture of old, and the Internet ideologies of new. The schism of the 90s/00s FOSS and moderated communities versus the 10s/20s corporate owned web and communities.
Title: Burn Baby Burn
Material Required:
- 1 RCA VHS tripod-mount Camcorder (not in possession)
- 1 RCA Camcorder tripod (not in possession)
- 1 Eiki Color LC-120 Video Projector built-in Video VHS Player (not in possession)
- 1 30ft x 36ft Stand-Alone Projection screen (any, not in possession)
- 1 RCA VHS tape (already in possession)
- 30 gal Wine (expensive, not in possession)
- 30 lbs Cheese (expensive, not in possession)
- 1 local High School marching band (any/not in possession)
- The Chicago Fire Department (already in possession)
- Flamethrower (already in possession)
- 2 gallons gasoline (not in possession)
- Two Billion USD (of the Critic's money/not in possession)
Abstract:
This performance is to be done in an outdoor area on a non-windy day. Since we can't predict the weather the day of the expo, I aim to present the piece in two ways:
- Done live outside the expo.
- A prerecording shown at the expo.
For the live performance the audience will be at least 50ft away from the installation. One billion USD will be piled together at least 50ft from buildings or trees. The performer, myself, will dump one gallon of gasoline onto the installation and set it on fire with a flamethrower. Just before I set the installation on fire, the marching band will begin playing Liberty Bell March by John Philip Sousa. The Chicago Fire Department has generously volunteered their time for the performance(s). They will be nearby in case of emergency.
For the Rainy Day Showing of the performance, the audience will be mingling, while sampling wine and cheese. The recording plays throughout the evening on a giant projection screen. The audience from the recording will appear on fire.
Intent:
Isn't it ridiculous how much money the established AWCY? is willing to (metaphorically) burn away for an art exhibit?
P.S. No unused materials will be returned at the end of the showing(s).
To: moc.liamtoh|96024nomedeci#moc.liamtoh|96024nomedeci
From: ten.ycwa|citirceht#ten.ycwa|citirceht
Subject: Burn Baby Burn
Date: 1998/02/07
What the hell is wrong with you? I'm not just going to give you two billion fucking US dollars to literally burn away! What sort of hack anartist are you?
-The Critic
04:24:50 cybersqyd: i guess my concern is just "if burning a lot of money is all you have, it's not going to be that interesting"
04:25:02 BoogeyMan23: .w k foundation burn million quid
04:25:02 Secretary_Helen: BoogeyMan23: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/K%20Foundation%20Burn%20a%20Million%20Quid - K Foundation Burn a Million Quid was a performance art action on 23 August 1994 in which the K Foundation burned cash in the amount of one million pounds sterling in a disused boathouse on the Ardfin Estate on the Scottish island of Jura. The money represented the bulk of the K Foundation's funds, […]
Mooagain, DrJekill, coldnights, grigorikarpin
00:58:34 Calibri_Bold: Hmm
00:59:02 Calibri_Bold: I'm not really feeling this one to be honest
01:03:04 fairydoctor: what are your thoughts?
01:03:47 Calibri_Bold: Sorry, I'm in like four places at once lol
01:04:03 fairydoctor: ok! no worries, thank you for your time and input :)
01:11:34 Calibri_Bold: So I'm just not really sure how I feel about this conceptually. I can pretty clearly see what's happening here, the guy does a show involving a lot of money, and it ends with a joke about how he doesn't need that much money. Maybe you're trying to get at something deeper, but I just don't find the ending to really mean anything for me, I guess
01:11:56 Calibri_Bold: Basically, I understand what's happening, I just don't see what I'm supposed to "get" out of all this
01:12:38 fairydoctor: hes taunting the established AWCY?, and dunking on the Critic, ill take your input in mind and see how i can flesh this out more
01:13:34 Calibri_Bold: I'm not really sure how this is a dunk on the Critic though
01:13:41 Calibri_Bold: Or AWCY
01:16:23 fairydoctor: they spend a lot of money on their fancy art exhibits and extol political pieces and the like, but are essentially tosses their money to the wind instead of using it (and their anart) to actually help people
01:16:46 fairydoctor: idk if extol is the right word
01:17:11 Calibri_Bold: Hmm
01:17:27 Calibri_Bold: Except the piece itself doesn't really address that at all
01:18:23 Calibri_Bold: It's just saying "you guys are wasting money" and it doesn't feel like there's much nuance to it or anything
01:18:29 fairydoctor thinking
01:18:57 fairydoctor: im not sure i want nuance, ill consider it though
01:19:01 Calibri_Bold: I think if this guy has a problem with how they're using their money, you need to play into that more
01:19:22 Calibri_Bold: Right now it's just a really roundabout way of saying "y'all are wasting your money lmao"
01:19:30 fairydoctor: i literally lol
01:19:34 fairydoctor: *lol'd
01:20:07 Calibri_Bold: I'm sorry if I'm not being helpful, I guess it's just that from a conceptual standpoint, I'm not really interested in this
01:20:39 Calibri_Bold: I certainly think there's something that could be done with the idea of "making a jab at the Critic"
01:20:59 fairydoctor: no this has been very helpful!!
01:21:06 fairydoctor: thank you again!
01:21:18 Calibri_Bold: Glad I helped :3
Tropinano: i finished it and i like it 😅 i think its funny the dude will just take the money if it rains lol
04:13:54 BoogeyMobile23: Okay, so maybe the presentation could play up a bit more this 'Plan A / Plan B' angle. Like, begin by playing up the grand spectacle that the live version would be; then, how the backup would also be very good too (and then "p.s. no unused materials will be returned at the end")
04:14:29 fairydoctor: OH MY FUCK thats a good idea lol
04:15:13 fairydoctor: ok so id go into more detail for how the live showing would look, and detail the rainy day showing, but play up the live event
04:15:35 fairydoctor: i think id put the "p.s." in the intent right after the question
04:19:38 BoogeyMobile23: Yeah, it depends just how you aim to play it. But for humor - I think this artist beginning big and bold, then backpedaling a bit, then a bit more, then ultimately going "and also could i keep the money?" feels pretty funny to me
04:20:38 fairydoctor: i like this aim. the totality of the thing is that hes trolling the critic, and meant to be funny
04:20:45 fairydoctor: what youve suggested makes it funnier
04:22:38 fairydoctor: thank you so much for your crit!
04:23:19 BoogeyMobile23: For sure; glad it helped!
20:42:32 CaptainWacky: Cool. First thought, I'm not too familiar with awcy, but is the art meant to be anomalous? If so whats the anomaly here?
20:44:48 fairydoctor: the money being burned goes to charity. even tho the money is burned. the second portion is the audience on the recording being on fire.
20:46:55 CaptainWacky: Ok, that was going to be my next question. I didn't understand what you meant about the audience being on fire.
20:47:59 fairydoctor: yea they just appear on fire. its kinda like, riffing on how wealthy people think of common/working class folks. disposable on lookers not really of any value.
20:48:10 fairydoctor: *as disposible
20:49:45 CaptainWacky: Ok, I'd maybe try to make it more clear that the fire is anomalous somehow. As it is it could just be done with visual effects
20:51:47 fairydoctor: this is true, ill up play that its literal fire that being portrayed, because for the era (90s) it would be really hard to CGI it
20:52:32 CaptainWacky: Yeah, it's also easy (for me at least) to miss things like dates. So that didn't even occur to me
20:54:04 CaptainWacky: And maybe it's just me, but I understood it as 1 billion gets burned, and the other billion gets donated. Did you mean 1 billion gets burned for the live show and 1 for the recording?
20:54:35 fairydoctor: haha ill be sure to make a note of that in the discussions, because i tend to play a lot with the narrative in terms of date stamps
20:55:16 fairydoctor: yes i did mean 1 bil for recording and 1 bil for expo, the extra 1 bil is in case of a windy day (the recording is a back up)
21:00:43 CaptainWacky: Ok, that makes sense but it wasn't clear to me o the initial read. Maybe change the wording to say something like "after the money burns, it will appear in the bank account of a random charity"
21:01:11 CaptainWacky: Using the word transfer makes it sound mundane
21:01:24 fairydoctor: ok thank you that is a lot cleaner lol
21:04:17 fairydoctor: how do you feel about the ending? does the overall story flow?
21:06:28 CaptainWacky: Apart from being confused about the above stuff, the flow seems good.
21:06:56 CaptainWacky: I like the ending, but looks like a typo in the last email
21:07:31 fairydoctor: ok ill edit that
21:07:42 fairydoctor: one more question, and its a little weird so bare with me
21:09:17 fairydoctor: part of the jab the anartist is making is hes calling the art exhibit a circus. 'Liberty Bell March' is the march used as the intro theme to 'Monty Python's Flying Circus'. altho in writing i dont feel that that is conveyed well. my two other choices are 'Barnum and Bailey's favorite' and 'Entry of the Gladiators (thunder and blazes)'
21:09:34 fairydoctor: 'barnum' is self explanitory, but 'entry' is THE iconic circus song
21:09:46 fairydoctor: youd notice 'entry' within 15 seconds
21:09:57 CaptainWacky: Ok, i didn't get that. Yeah, i know entry
21:10:07 fairydoctor: ah sick tight
21:10:29 fairydoctor: with entry my issue is that other might not know its name so id have to put a youtube link or something, which i dont want to do
21:10:53 CaptainWacky: But liberty bell march sounds like a national anthem type thing. I assumed it was some kind of comment on capitalism in America
21:11:28 CaptainWacky: Didn't notice a circus reference at all
21:11:34 fairydoctor: damn thats a good idea tho
21:11:48 fairydoctor: i am in a conundrum
21:14:09 CaptainWacky: If you want to go the circus idea, maybe instead of a marching band make it "a circus calliope will be playing entry of the gladiators" or something
21:14:43 fairydoctor: ok that made me laugh
21:14:48 CaptainWacky: Or circus organ if calliope isn't a well known thing
21:16:10 fairydoctor: these are all REALLY good suggestions. ill make the edits you mentioned and solicit for more crit in regards to where i should take the song played. i realise its a small detail but i want the atmosphere to be immersive
21:16:37 CaptainWacky: Yeah, that's all good. Glad I could be helpful
21:16:56 fairydoctor: :D
21:28:07 Veralta: that was a world of snarky comedy
21:28:26 Veralta: i was half-expecting the critic to fall into the con
21:28:57 Veralta: btw, i was expecting him to be… a little bit more formal?
21:29:26 fairydoctor: the critic or the anartist?
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21:29:44 Veralta: the critic
21:29:58 Veralta: also, they seem to be way too informal with each other?
21:30:17 fairydoctor: haha, ive seen a lot of characterisation that makes him out to be like that. and i really dig that vibe. he CAN be more formal, but i like his smug attitude
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21:30:32 fairydoctor: i can make the anartist a little more formal, until the last email
21:30:51 Veralta: this can work
21:31:09 fairydoctor: i have two weird questions
21:31:32 fairydoctor: 1) how does that last email land? should i cut it out and leave it with the critic laying into him and calling him out?
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21:31:38 fairydoctor: or no?
21:31:48 fairydoctor: 2) (gimme a moment this is wordy)
21:32:17 Veralta: hmm
21:32:30 Veralta: it sounds pretty disrespectful
21:32:37 Veralta: and only leaves the artist in a shitty position
21:33:27 fairydoctor: 2) i picked 'Liberty Bell March' because its the theme used in 'Monty Python's Flying Circus'. i dont know how well that gets across. my other options are 'Barnum and Bailey's Favorite' and 'Entry of the Gladiators'. 'Barnum' is self explanitory. whereas 'Entry' is the famous iconic circus song. the issue with the later is that idk how many people know its name, and im not sure i want to put a youtube link.
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21:33:40 fairydoctor: overall the anartist is calling the expo a circus and dunking on the wealthy patrons
21:33:46 fairydoctor: Veralta: nic enic nice
21:33:48 fairydoctor: thank you
21:33:53 fairydoctor: ill leave the anartists reponse thenm
21:34:33 Veralta: ah, so those were the references. tbh, i havent seen any of these choices, and some of the circus references like barnum flew over my head
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21:35:33 fairydoctor: i didnt have those two songs mentioned in them, and 'barnum' is only in name because "Barnum and Bailey's Circus"
21:35:52 fairydoctor: i might lean into 'entry' and have a youtube link, because i really want to set the atmosphere and tone for the reader
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21:36:36 Veralta: hmm… interesting, since youtube seems fit to be included in an awcy article
21:37:00 Veralta: btw, when i read "liberty bell march", i actually thought it was a sort of serious tone
21:38:16 fairydoctor: damn. another crit i got about 'liberty bell' was that they thought it was a dunk on capitalism in america, which— altho a very good idea, im not sure i want to lean into that or the circus thing.
21:38:21 fairydoctor: probably the circus thinf
21:38:54 fairydoctor: basically, i want the reader to laugh imagining the money burning with the backset of a circus song
21:39:18 fairydoctor: ok so your article, im not done with it yet and idk where you want me to leave the crit
21:39:28 fairydoctor: would you like that in this channel or via wikidot pm?
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21:39:43 CaptainWacky: How would you include the YouTube link if you went that route? Just because YouTube wasn't launched until 2005
21:39:46 Veralta: IRC pms would be good
21:40:27 Veralta: good point… my crit hasnt paid attention to the fact that this takes place in 1998
21:40:50 Veralta: maybe move the dates? its not as if casette and vhs arent used by enthusiasts nowadays
21:41:26 fairydoctor: CaptainWacky: itd be for the reader
23:48:39 thehudbud: fairydoctor I like the general story and overall humorous tone of the project overall. I'm mostly unfamiliar with the format so I can't really help you on that front, but grammatically and story wise I like it a lot.
23:49:13 thehudbud: I'd say just make sure the format is the way you want it to be. Otherwise, I find it enjoyable.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: The perimeter around SCP-XXXX must be guarded and under surveillance at all times. Any civilians seeking to gain entry are to be turned away and administered amnestics. Any SCP-XXXX-2 found leaving SCP-XXXX are to be terminated.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a theatre in the abandoned town of Dwelling, Ohio. The effects of SCP-XXXX are triggered whenever a human subject sits in a theatre chair. The subject loses all higher cognitive function and autonomy, acting instead within a hive-mind through the secondary effects of SCP-XXXX. Subjects at this stage are designated SCP-XXXX-2. Any human entering SCP-XXXX are greeted by an usher, SCP-XXXX-1, and ushered to a seat. If the subject refuses to sit this will trigger SCP-XXXX-2 to stand and surround the subject forcing them into a seat.
Amnestics are found to be ineffective in treating SCP-XXXX-2. Termination is the only viable method to contain the effects of SCP-XXXX.
Exploration Log
Date: 2018/10/09
D-54392 was sent to investigate the interior of SCP-XXXX.
<Begin Log>
[The exterior of SCP-XXXX is deprecated except for the front door.]
Control: D-54392 enter through the front theatre doors.
D-54392: It's just a theatre. What's so great about this theatre?
Control: That is what you're here to find out.
D-54392: So you guys have no idea what's in there?
Control: D-54392 enter the theatre.
[D-54392 sighs and enters the theatre. The interior is pristine.]
D-54392: Huh that's weird.
Control: D-54392 report?
D-54392: This is a theatre but I don't smell or hear popcorn.
[Lights turn on as D-54392 walks toward the ticket booth. An SCP-XXXX-1 pops up from under the ticket booth desk.]
SCP-XXXX-1: Welcome to Dwelling theatre! What movie are you lookin' to see?
D-54392: (confused) Uh? I don't know? What do you guys have?
SCP-XXXX-1: (points to the marque above him) This is our current selection of movies. We at Dwelling Theatre specialize in sleeper hits!
D-54392: (perusing the movies listed) Yea uh… I guess I'll watch 'Johnny Mnemonic', I haven't seen it in decades!
SCP-XXXX-1: (nods) Follow me if you will!
[The SCP-XXXX-1 leaves the booth without giving D-54392 a ticket and leads him down a well-lit hallway. The movie posters appear new although they are all of movies from the late 80s and 90s.]
D-54392: (nervous) So, you do this for a living?
SCP-XXXX-1: Yes! It's my greatest joy!
D-54392: Have you uh, seen anything weird going on here?
SCP-XXXX-1: Other than the few seldom kids sneaking in?
D-54392: Yea.
SCP-XXXX-1: Nothing really.
[They reach the entryway for the room showing 'Johnny Mnemonic'. The SCP-XXXX-1 turns his flashlight on and leads D-54392 into the show room. The room is dark and lit by the theatre screen. The screen is a solid gray. Light from the screen and SCP-XXXX-1's flashlight shows the theatre to be mostly full.]
Control: D-54392 see if you can get a closer look at the patrons.
D-54392: (speaks to the SCP-XXXX-1) Uh, so why is the screen blank? Isn't there supposed to be— intro adverts for upcoming mo-
SCP-XXXX-2: Shh! The movie is about to start!
D-54392: Sorry.
SCP-XXXX-1: Here's your seat sir!
[The SCP-XXXX-1 gestures at a seat half-way down the aisle. Nearby patrons turn their heads watching D-54392 find his seat. D-54392 takes a seat. Wet, squishing sounds are heard on the recording.]
SCP-XXXX-1: Enjoy the movie! (leaves)
Control: D-54392 what was that sound?
D-54392: …
Control: D-54392 respond. What was that sound?
D-54392: …
Control: D-54392 please respond.
D-54392: …
[After an hour of trying to get D-54392's attention. Control cancels the exploration. However, D-54392's camera was allowed to continue recording until its internal battery died. Instances of SCP-XXXX-2 and the screen exhibit no change over the course of the 16 hours.]
<End Log>
After the initial investigation D-40913 was sent and explicitly told not to sit in a theatre seat. Instead D-40913 was asked that after she enters the show room, that she excuses herself to the restroom.
Exploration Log
Date: 2018/10/12
<Begin Log>
[D-40913 enters the building.]
SCP-XXXX-1: (pops up from under the ticket desk) Hello there! Wow gosh we've been busier than usual!
D-40913: Yea hi.
SCP-XXXX-1: What movie are you lookin' to see? (gestures to the marque)
Control: Tell him that you want to see 'Johnny Mnemonic'.
D-40913: That really old movie from the 90s?
SCP-XXXX-1: (laughs) Yes but which one?
Control: He doesn't know you're wired. Refrain from talking to us.
D-40913: (nods) I'd like to see 'Johnny Mnemonic'.
SCP-XXXX-1: Certainly! Boy oh boy that movie has been oddly popular lately!
D-40913: Yea, I hear it's one of the greatest movies.
[They head toward the show room.]
Control: Ask him when he last had a new patron.
D-40913: You said it's gotten busier.
SCP-XXXX-1: Yes? It has.
D-40913: When was your last new patron?
SCP-XXXX-1: Just a few days ago actually! I realize that being in a small town means I don't get a lot of patrons but I love living here!
D-40913: (sarcastically) Oh yea, looks like a great place to live.
[The SCP-XXXX-1 SCP-XXXX-1s D-40913 to the same show room and leads her to a seat. Her camera passes an aisle where a patron in bright orange is seated. His head moves following D-40913 and the SCP-XXXX-1.]
Control: (covers mic) Is that D-54392? (incipherable) Ok. (uncovers mic) D-40913 excuse yourself to the restroom.
D-40913: Oh… I just realized that I should go to the bathroom before the movie starts.
SCP-XXXX-1: You don't want to take your seat?
D-40913: Yea I want to take my seat, in the bathroom.
SCP-XXXX-2: Shhh! The movie is about to start.
SCP-XXXX-1: (whispers) Yes, you'd miss the beginning of the movie.
D-40913: (muttering to Control) What the fuck? Why is this guy arguing with me?
SCP-XXXX-1: (grins and tilts his head to the side) What was that? I didn't catch it.
[D-40913 begins to back away slowly. More instances of SCP-XXXX-2 turn their heads and watch. A few instances' heads turn 180 degrees away from the screen.]
Control: D-40913 get out of there.
D-40913: You don't gotta tell me twice!
[She turns to run up the steps, an instance of SCP-XXXX-2 blocks the path.]
SCP-XXXX-2: (cocks head to the side similar to the SCP-XXXX-1) Where are you going? The movie is about to start.
D-40913: I gotta leave!
[She pushes past the standing instance of SCP-XXXX-2. Fibers similar in appearance to fungi attaches itself to D-40913's shoulder as she pushes past SCP-XXXX-2.]
D-40913: Gross! What the hell?
Control: D-40913 stay calm and get out of there!
[Managing to push past the anomaly, she runs into more instances of SCP-XXXX-2 at the top of the stairs. They cock their heads to the side. One of them speaks.]
SCP-XXXX-2: Where are you going? The movie is about to start.
[D-40913 screams as she tries to break past the block. The instances grab her and pull her toward a seat. She struggles and punches an instance in the face. Its nose snaps but doesn't react otherwise. The instances repeat themselves as they force D-40913 to sit in a chair. The same wet sounds are heard as before.]
Control: D-40913? Respond! D-40913?
D-40913: …
[The SCP-XXXX-1 makes his way up the stairs. Instances clear out of his path and return to their seats. Loud wet noises are recorded as the instances sit. D-40913's camera captures the instances seating themselves in front. Fibers similar to fungi reach from the back of the chairs and from the backs of SCP-XXXX-2 instances. Smiling, the SCP-XXXX-1 approaches D-40913.]
SCP-XXXX-1: Whoever you are, I would like to thank you for sending more patrons my way!
[He reaches inside of D-40913's front pocket and tears out the camera. The SCP-XXXX-1 looks into the camera, his eyes are gray and similar in appearance to the movie screen.]
SCP-XXXX-1: I hope you send me more patrons soon.
[Recording cuts out.]
<End Log>
SCP-XXXX-2 instances captured on D-40913's camera were later identified as Larry Wheeler, Samantha Brown, and Jude Hart who were all reported missing more than a decade prior.
Mobile Task Force Assigned: MTF-440 "Maenads"
Task Force: "Melpomene", "Thalia"
Date: 2018/10/13
Due to the SCP-XXXX-1's knowledge of the Foundation's operation, "Maenads" was sent for further exploration and retrieval.
<Begin Log>
["Maenads" enter the theatre through the front door. Expecting hostility, they ready their firearms. As in previous explorations, the entryway is pristine and the lights turn on as they walk into the building. They cautiously approach the ticket stand.]
SCP-XXXX-1: (slowly pops up from under the desk) Hello hello! I knew you'd send me more patrons! But there is a strict no firearms policy while in the theatre.
Melpomene: You've taken two of our personnel and we've bee-
SCP-XXXX-1: (interrupting Melpomene) I'm afraid I'll have to take those.
[Fibrous growths appear on their firearms. Melpomene and Thalia try their weapons.]
SCP-XXXX-1: Nope! No can do! Not in my theatre. (laughs)
[The firearms disintergrate in the operatives hands.]
Thalia: Well shit!
Melpomene: (takes a fighting stance) Engage SCP-XXXX-1.
SCP-XXXX-1: Engage?
[Melpomene throws a punch and Thalia kicks. SCP-XXXX-1 dodges both operatives.]
SCP-XXXX-1: Tsk, tsk! (shakes head) There shall be no violence in my theatre as well.
[The lights in the main entryway are cut momentarily. When the lights come back on SCP-XXXX-1 is nowhere to be seen.]
SCP-XXXX-1: How about this? I let you come and see a movie without a ticket, eh?
Thalia: (yelling) We aren't here to see a movie!
Melpomene: (calmly) Thalia check the booth, concession stand and restroom. I'm checking the hallways.
[Thalia nods as she carefully inspects the booth while Melpomene cautiously walks down the hallway. The movies posters have changed to 'Night of the Living Dead', 'The Sixth Sense', 'Stephen King's IT', 'Arachnolagophobia' and other 90s horror films.]
[Melpomene heads toward a room showing "Stephen King's IT". She turns her body mounted light on and enters the room. The theatre room is mostly empty. The movie screen is the same as seen in prior recordings. SCP-XXXX-2 instances are motionless and remain facing the screen. Melpomene breathe heavily as she slowly steps down the stairs. Keeping an eye on the SCP-XXXX-2 instances she approaches the nearest instance.]
[She closely inspects the instance.8 Melpomene removes medical latex gloves from her side-pouch and gently pushes the instance forward. The instance's back peels away from the seat. Both the seat and the instance are connected via fibrous threads. A wet, tearing sound is recorded. Melpomene gags.]
[She takes a sample of the fungal fibers and places it in her kit. Quietly, she leans the instance back into the seat and carefully makes her way back up the stairs. She is able to leave the show room without incident.]
[Thalia inspects the ticket booth. There is nothing notable in the booth.]
Thalia: Wow that sure is weird? No tickets, no register, no seat? I thought there'd at least be food crumbs.
[She leaves the ticket booth and heads for the concession stand.]
Thalia: Hope I can find some popcorn. (laughs to herself)
[Reaching the concession stand, she finds it's also empty.]
Thalia: Well damn what kinda two-bit theatre is this? No popcorn?
[A loud wet slapping sound comes from the restrooms.]
Thalia: (sighs) Of course.
[She heads to the restrooms. Reflexively she reaches for her gun. She curses under her breath when she remembers it isn't there. Instead, she pulls out a hunting knife.]
Thalia: (chuckles) Fucker didn't take my knife.
[As she approaches the restroom the sounds get louder. She identifies the sounds coming from the men's room. Peaking her head around a corner, the restroom is lit and there appears to be nothing in the room. She cautiously enters the room. The sounds stop. Thalia takes a deep breath and kicks down the first stall door. It's empty. The room remains silent. She kicks down the next stall door. The stall is empty. This continues until all of the stall doors are kicked in.]
Thalia: That's fucking bizarre.
[Melpomene makes her way down the hall toward the show room with the marquee "Night of the Living Dead". This is the same show room that had shown "Johnny Mnemonic" in the previous explorations. Aware that this is the same show room, she turns her body mounted light off and slowly enters. The theatre is close to full and Melpomene observes the room with what light the screen gives. Amongst the crowd are two bright orange jumpsuits.]
[She remains at the top of the stairs and paces back and forth keeping an eye on the instances. Two of the closest instances are later identified as Rick Campbell and Jeffery Mallory, reported missing since 1995. A loud wet ripping sound is recorded. Melpomene turns toward the noise and sees on the instances standing. Fibrous fungi hang off from her back.]
SCP-XXXX-2: Where are you going? The movie is about to start.
[Melpomene doesn't respond but instead turns around and walks out of the show room. More wet, tearing sounds are recorded. At the end of the hallway stands SCP-XXXX-1.]
SCP-XXXX-1: Leaving so soon? The movie is about to start you know.
[Melpomene looks at the other end of the hallway. It's a dead end. She turns back to SCP-XXXX-1 who is slowly walking towards her.]
SCP-XXXX-1: This is the most active the theatre has been since the town took to being my patrons.
[Thalia sneaks behind SCP-XXXX-1. The wet sounds are getting louder. Mumbling is heard from inside the show room.]
SCP-XXXX-1: I've been getting one patron every other year for the past two decades. So whoever you are, thank you for your patronage.
[Instances of SCP-XXXX-2 exit the show room.]
SCP-XXXX-2: Where are you going? The movie is about to start.
[Melpomene approaches SCP-XXXX-1 while Thalia approaches it from behind.]
Melpomene: It's awfully brazen of you to assume that I would want to watch movies in a movie theatre in this day and age.
SCP-XXXX-1: (tilts head to side) What do you mean?
Melpomene: Seeing a movie is expensive, smelly, time consuming and crowded. There are advertisements before the movie starts. A movie that someone paid to see. Why the advertisements?
SCP-XXXX-1: (laughs) Theatres have to make money some how. (air quotes) In this day and age.
[Thalia is right behind SCP-XXXX-1 and SCP-XXXX-2 slowly spill out from the show room following Melpomene.]
Melpomene: But at what cost? By degrading the Arts?
[Thalia jumps SCP-XXXX-1 and slits its throat. Black tar gushes from the cut. SCP-XXXX-1 falls to its knees clutching its throat. It gags while trying to talk. Melpomene sprints past SCP-XXXX-1 with Thalia leading the way. They enter into the main entryway with the sounds of footsteps behind them. The operatives reach the front door and find that it's locked. Gurgling and laughter are heard from behind them. They turn to show SCP-XXXX-1 clutching its throat and attempting to speak.]
SCP-XXXX-1: (gurgles) Fls! This is m theatre. Y— thin' y— c—n leave?
[The instance laughs as more black tar sprays from its cut.]
Melpomene: Fuck. This.
[She grabs a nearby bench and with Thalia's help they smash a front window.]
SCP-XXXX-1: (cackles) C-me bac' s—n!
[The operatives sprint away from the theatre. Melpomene calls for back-up requesting anomalous hazardous retrieval.]
<End Log>
"Maenads" are retrieved on the outskirts of town. They were placed in quarantine for two weeks in the event that they were infected by an unknown vector.
Tests were conducted on the retrieved samples. The black fluid obtained from Thalia's knife was found to be non-anomalous tar. The fungi was grafted onto the back of D-95804.
| Days since infection | Notes |
| Initial 24 hours |
Grafting of fungi successful. |
| 2 days |
Fungus begins to spread on D-EE's back. D-EE complains of itchiness. |
| 4 days |
Fibrous strands grow from D-EE's back. D-EE is less responsive than usual. |
| 5 days |
D-EE no longer responds to any outside stimuli. |
| 6 days |
An MRI is performed on D-EE. Despite neural scans showing no neurological activity, D-EE's body works as normal. |
| 7 days |
D-EE doesn't move from their bed the next day. Researchers ease D-EE into a seated position. Wet sounds are recorded and fibrous material is attached to both D-EE and the bed. D-EE is moved to a non-anomalous theatre test for further testing. |
| 9 days |
After more than 24 hours of no noticeable difference. D-EE begins to speak. An interview was conducted. |
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Interview Log:
Interviewer: Researcher Davis
Interviewee: D-EE
Date: 2018/10/22
<Begin Log>
Davis: Good afternoon D-EE.
D-EE: (mumbles)
Davis: (clears throat) Ok so, do you remember the events of the last week?
D-EE: I wake in a strange white room.
[Davis types on his laptop.]
Davis: Go on.
D-EE: I haven't been outside of the theatre in over 30 years.
Davis: (stops typing) Can you repeat that?
D-EE: Of course it's been difficult to spread myself. My reach from the theatre can only extend so far. But you've given me another patron! Outside of my theatre even. I must thank you again for providing me with patrons.
Davis: (resumes typing) Am I speaking with SCP-XXXX-1?
D-EE: Is that what you've decided to name me?
[Davis continues typing on his keyboard ignoring SCP-XXXX-1's question.]
D-EE: (laughs) It's no matter. Your men in black can call me whatever they want. I'm just appreciative that you've helped extend my reach.
Davis: (visibly nervous) What do you mean by extend?
D-EE: I have awareness of a new area thanks to the new patron. The white room you keep me in feels like a holding cell. I can vaguely sense many other potential patrons in the halls outside and in the cells next to mine.
[Davis finishes typing on his computer and excuses himself.]
Davis: Thank you for your time and cooperation SCP-XXXX-1.
D-EE: So soon? (chuckles) Please send me more patrons soon. It's so nice to see my theatre alive again.
<End Log>
3 days after the initial interview with SCP-XXXX-1, D-EE began to decompose.
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Observation Note:
I conjecture that the distance D-EE is from SCP-XXXX has a role in his decomposition. SCP-XXXX-1's reach only extends so far. Being so, the connection is poor and degrades over time. If SCP-XXXX were to gain more 'patrons' we might see SCP-XXXX-1 capable of extending their area of effect.
-Researcher Davis
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Item#: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: The docks containing SCP-XXXX must be guarded at all times. Containment efforts are to be directed toward misinformation that the docks are under environment reconstruction.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a [BRAND] brand CD player containing Grease on CD. [IT PLAYS MUSIC THAT ONLY THE MANATEES CAN HEAR LMAO]
Addendum: [WHEREVER THE FLOW GOES GOES HERE]
