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SCP-xxxx as seen from Earth.
Special Containment Procedures: Direct containment of SCP-XXXX is not currently possible. Foundation efforts are to instead focus on the neutralization of the anomaly. One member of MTF Upsilon-9 ("Space Pirates")1 is currently in the process of repairing the Psychospace Meta-Stabilizer from the inside of SCP-xxxx to dissipate SCP-xxxx. Knowledge of SCP-xxxx is to be strictly top-secret to prevent mass panic, and Foundation agents have been dispatched to all astronomical observatories to prevent the direct observation of the Mare Frigoris2. Foundation web crawlers have also been designated to remove any internet posts regarding any observation of the Mare Frigoris.
Description: SCP-xxxx is a region of the moon where the meta-stable human psychospace has collapsed that appears as a large red dome.3.The sphere that encapsulates SCP-xxxx is roughly 50km in diameter located in the Mare Frigoris. SCP-xxxx originated from the top-secret Foundation facility, Site 57, which studied the nature of the human psychospace and produced various psychospace-related technology, including the Local Psychospace Anchors, or LPAs,4 and the Psychospace Meta-Stabilizer, or PMS5. On December 15, 2021, SCP-xxxx expanded to 25km in 4 hours, but the expansion has since slowed significantly to 0.4km/h. Since December 16, 2021, SCP-xxxx has maintained a steady growth and is expected to reach the Earth by 2131 causing an FK-class shift-of-human-consciousness scenario.
Because of the mental distortion within SCP-xxxx, mental faculties are severely compromised in SCP-xxxx6 It is known that an event horizon surrounding SCP-xxxx prevents entry into SCP-xxxx by sapient beings without the use of an LPA. Due to this, any exploration and experimentation of SCP-xxxx require the use of LPAs within SCP-xxxx.
Currently, one member of MTF Upsilon-9 is within SCP-xxxx. His status is unknown as of now, however, he is presumed to be repairing the PMS from within SCP-xxxx due to evidence in Recovered Video Log SCP-xxxx A, which was recovered after Event SCP-xxxx-A.7
Recovered Video Log SCP-xxxx A
Forward: After the loss of contact with Site 57, the Foundation sent 5 members of the MTF Upsilon-9 ("Space Pirates") to investigate due to their experience with extraterrestrial operations and unusual environments. Each member was equipped with 3 LPAs. The MTF used the Foundation Starship "Sol's Revenge," which was equipped with 30 LPAs, to reach Site 57. Foundation researchers predict that since the anchors will only stabilize the local psychospace by 50%, vivid hallucinations and thought restructuring are still likely.MTF Upsilon-9 has also been equipped with one years' worth of essentials if communication is not possible from the interior of SCP-xxxx. Accompanying MTF Upsilon-9 would be the Chief Engineer of Site 84, Vasili Asimov, who was assigned to repair the PMS. MTF Upsilon-9 and Dr. Asimov were informed beforehand, that unless the PMS was repaired, escape from SCP-xxxx would be very difficult once entered due to the nature of the event horizon surrounding SCP-xxxx.
Team members: Dr. Vasili Asimov, MTF Upsilon-9-1"Boar," MTF Upsilon-9-2 "Glass," MTF Upsilon-9-3 "Soap," MTF Upsilon-9-4 "Cauldron," and MTF Upsilon-9-5 "Hammer."
Team Captain: MTF Upsilon-9-1 "Boar"
Date: June 21, 2022.
[Begin Log]
The video log opens with the 6 members waiting in the cargo bay of the starship while it is on final approach to the event horizon.
Boar: Six minutes until we enter the distortion. Does everyone have their anchors on?
Cauldron: Jesus, this thing weighs at least 15 kilos. Couldn't those whitecoats have made this lighter?
Hammer: That's what will keep us from going immediately crazy once we go into the distortion. Be thankful for once, Cauldron. Don't know how long it can keep us sane, though.
Glass: Jesus, just looking out of the porthole that thing looks spooky. What do you think that red fog is made of?
Soap: Can't be worse than other shit that we've seen. Honestly, we'll make it through. We always do. For god's sake, Boar has been doing this for god knows how long.
Boar: Focus up. You can admire me all you want later. Now, we have to stop that thing and save the world… again.
Glass: "Again?" Jesus. You guys have been going at this for fifteen years each at least. I feel like I just got out of basic at Fort Benning, and I've been working at the Foundation for five years.
Hammer: We would've used some more… experienced personnel, but who knew that when you frame it as a suicide mission people won't want to volunteer.
Boar: I said cut the chatter. We're about to enter the distortion.
The members of the neutralization squad all move towards portholes on the side of the ship to view the distortion. The distortion appears as a large dome with clouds of red fog swirling on the event horizon.
Dr. Asimov: Amazing. Humans have only theorized about the possibility of the psychospace being meta-stable, yet, I am staring at the mind's true state. The clouds of the distortion are… enrapturing.
Cauldron: Doc, I have no idea what the fuck you just said… but that thing is impressive.
Sol's Revenge passes through the event horizon of the distortion. The space outside of Sol's Revenge is shown. There is a thick, red, fog covering the surface of the moon; the ground is not visible even though the ship should be roughly 120 meters above the surface.
Glass: Comms are out. We're cut off. I can try to reroute the power to send a stronger signal from the ship, but realistically, the only thing in the distortion that could get a message out would be the comms array at Site 57.
Boar: It's alright Glass. As of now, we are on our own. We either finish the mission, or we die. We have one year to fix the stabilizer. Cauldron, how far away is the facility?
Cauldron: Roughly thirty kilometers out, sir, but it could be further due to our perceptions being altered in here. The eggheads did mention that the distortion could be so intense that it could change our perception of space and time
Boar: Got it. For now, we need to find the facility.
The video cuts to June 28, 2022. The neutralization team is still inside Sol's Revenge gathered around the navigation table. The navigation data of Sol's Revenge displays that the team has been flying in circles.
Dr. Asimov: -id you just say? That's not possible.
Glass: I ran a diagnostics test. The equipment is fine. We've been flying in circles for over 150,000 kilometers.
Dr. Asimov: That's not possible… unless… We have thought that we've been going straight this whole time, but we've been going in circles due to our perception within distortion.
Soap: So, we've made no progress throughout this entire mission?
Dr. Asimov: In short, yes. On the bright side, we know to be careful of our navigation in the future, but I suspect that we will continue to make navigation errors like this.
Boar: What you're saying is: this will take a long time?
Dr. Asimov: Exactly. I am not a physicist, but I do believe that this will cause a severe delay.
Board: You heard the man. Readjust our course for Site 57, and watch our navigation system closely.
Glass: Yes sir!
The video cuts to July 1, 2022. The neutralization team is in the galley. Navigation data indicates Sol's Revenge frequently going off course.
Dr. Asimov: -hy did you interrupt my perfectly quiet lunch, Mr. Boar?
Boar: Sorry Asimov, we've just run into some problems with the ship's navigation. Would you happen to know why the ship was set to go off course?
Dr. Asimov: I have no clue of what you speak of, and frankly, I'm offended you would suspect me. Also, it's Doctor Asimov.
Boar: Alright Dr. Asimov, but if you see anyone using the navigation systems that shouldn't be: report it.
Dr. Asimov snorts and looks away from Boar and the rest of the team.
Dr. Asimov: You're not my boss.
Cauldron: And do you want a fucking black eye? Because I can give you one!
Cauldron walks over to Dr. Asimov and stares at him.
Dr. Asimov: You're a fool. What would something like that accomplish? Out of everyone on this team, you're the one I'm annoyed with because of your ceaseless idiocy.
Cauldron raises his fist, but looks at Boar and stops himself. He quickly turns around and leaves the galley.
The video cuts to July 12, 2022. The neutralization team is in the bridge of Sol's Revenge. The navigation data indicates several instances when Sol's revenge flew in circles for many days.
Glass: -yes sir! I think I'm picking up something on the infrared!
Cauldron: Final-fucking-ly. We've been flying for over four weeks now. I don't care if it's some monster. Just be something.
Soap: Hey, look on the bright side, at least we got to see some mountains a couple of days back.
Glass: Sir, the object showing up on the infrared cameras is moving. It looks like it's going in circles. That's odd.
Boar: Get us closer. I want eyes on that thing. Trail it by fifty meters.
Glass: Yes sir. Fifteen hundred meters and descending to fifty to get eyes on the object.
Sol's Revenge descends to 50 meters above the surface of the moon.
Cauldron: What in Jesus' name? What the fuck is a tricycle doing here, and why is it going in circles? It's like it's driving itself.
Soap: Cauldron, are you ok in the head? That's not a trike, that's a car doing doughnuts.
Hammer: Trike? Car? That's obviously a motorcycle spinning on its front wheel.
Boar: Get a hold of yourselves. It's the distortion messing with your heads. There's nothing there. I double-checked the records of the radar and nothing showed up.
Cauldron, Soap, Hammer, and Glass all turn to Boar. They then turn back to the area they were looking at.
Hammer: What? It's gone. Sorry cap, you were right.
Boar: Glass, close the portholes and only check the infrared when necessary. We'll rely on radar from now on.
Glass: On it, sir.
The video cuts to August 1, 2022. Hammer has just entered the ship's galley and looks over to see Glass naked in the back right corner of the room, staring at the wall. Navigation data indicates that Sol's Revenge has been making slight progress, however, Sol's Revenge is frequently flying in circles or flying around the target location.
Hammer: Glass? Is that you? Why're you stark naked in the corner?
Glass can be heard mumbling incoherently. Hammer walks to Glass and tries to put his hand on Glass's shoulder.
Glass: Get the fuck off of me.
Hammer: What the fuck? Ah!
Glass jumps on Hammer and tries to bite his neck, but Hammer hits Glass in the temples, and Glass stops.
Glass: Ow. What the hell was that for? Jesus. Wait, why am I naked? Why am I on top of you?
Hammer: I don't know! You tell me! You just tried to take a bite out of me!
Glass: I-I did? I'm sorry I can't quite remember what just happened.
Hammer: I'll take you back to your room. Just don't leave until I can get Cauldron to guard outside while I talk to Boar. I know you didn't mean to. It's this place. But, we should still be cautious.
Glass: Yeah. Yeah, ok.
The video log cuts to August 24, 2022. Boar is sitting on the bridge with Hammer. Navigation data indicates that Sol's Revenge has been back-tracking and flying around the suspected location of Site 57.
Boar: -ave you been noticing Dr. Asimov and Glass acting strangely?
Hammer: I have. Ever since we put Glass in quarantine, he's been acting erratically. As for Asimov: with all due respect, are you sure that Dr. Asimov knows where we are going? He is not a physicist. He's the engineer who is supposed to fix the stabilizer. It's an important job, but he's not qualified to do everything. Glass even told me that he's been working on the bridge at night, alone. We've been out here for months, and it seems like Dr. Asimov is only in his office during the day, and working nav at night when the bridge is empty.
Boar: Well, Hammer, do you have any idea where to go? We're stuck here, like it or not. We all volunteered on this mission knowing that it might be a death trap. We can only hope that we reach the facility soon.
Hammer stares at Boar and gives out a sigh.
Hammer: Sir, yes sir.
The video cuts to September 16, 2022. Hammer is walking down a hallway lined with doors leading to each teammate's quarters. Navigation data indicates that Sol's Revenge has been avoiding Site 57.
Hammer walks by Dr. Asimov's quarters and sees that the door is ajar. He moves towards the door and peers inside.
Hammer: What the fuck? What in god's name is this.
Dr. Asimov's room is seen. It is covered with hastily drawn pictures of fog, Sol's Revenge, each one of the team members, and Site 57. On the floor of the room is a large depiction of the PMS that has an X painted over it. Dr. Asimov is kneeling on said painting, mumbling to himself. Hammer fully opens the door.
Hammer: Dr. Asimov? Are you okay?
Dr. Asimov jumps up and turns around.
Dr. Asimov: Get the fuck out!
Dr. Asimov picks up a shoe and throws it at Hammer, who shuts the door and runs back to his quarters.
The video cuts to October 9, 2022. Hammer is on the bridge with Cauldron, Soap, and Boar.
Soap: Okay, what is going on? It seems like every other week another person is going nuts.
Hammer: I know. We've had to quarantine Glass and Dr. Asimov in their quarters. Both are acting crazy.
Boar: I know how you all feel, but we can't turn back now. If we leave, all of the progress we've made towards getting to Site 57 would have been wasted. Even if we did try to leave, I doubt we could find a way out of the distortion without starving based on our current rations if it takes anywhere near as long as it's taking to find Site 57.
Cauldron: You're right cap, but we still need to find Site 57. It's anyone's guess as to how far away it-
Suddenly, a large explosion is heard. The lights go out for a moment, but the emergency lights flicker on. Sol's Revenge begins to list to one side.
Soap: What was that?!
Boar: Hammer. Status report. Cauldron. I want eyes on Asimov and Glass. Soap, get out suits, he LPAs, and our rifles.
Cauldron runs to the security camera while Hammer checks the ship's status. Soap runs off the bridge to retrieve the EVA suits, the LPAs, and the rifles.
Hammer: Sir, there was an explosion in the reactor room. The room has been sealed so no radiation is leaking out. The ship is going down.
Boar: Fuck! Soap you know the status of Asimov and Glass?
Cauldron: Gone sir! While we were meeting they must've snuck off.
Boar: Goddamit. Hammer: can you land her?
Hammer: No sir. The landing gear won't extend.
Soap comes running back onto the bridge with 4 EVA suits, 4 LPA units, and 4 rifles.
Soap: I got the EVA suits and the LPAs, sir, but I saw that two of the EVAs were missing!
Boar: That's fine. Everyone put on your EVA gear and your LPAs, and strap in!
The four of them put on their gear and buckle themselves into their seats.
Boar: Hammer, how long until impact?
Hammer: Thirty seconds, sir!
Boar: Everyone brace for impact!
The ship suddenly jolts forward and the bridge slams into the ground causing the bridge to crumple. The recording cuts to 5 minutes later. Boar is lying on the ceiling of the bridge, which is now on the ground.
Boar: Argh. H-Hammer. Status report.
There is silence.
Boar: Hammer! Status report!
Boar gets up and turns around to see the corpses of Cauldron, Soap, and Hammer. The suits had violently depressurized due to the plastic of their helmets shattering on impact.
Boar: Goddamit. W-where is Glass and Dr. Asimov. I'm gonna kill them.
Boar picks up a rifle lying near him, conceals it within his suit, and climbs out of the wreckage of the bridge.
Boar: Where- where am I?
Boar begins to scan around his environment. Site 57 can be seen roughly 2 kilometers away.
Boar: Those fuckers planned this didn't they. Jesus, it's almost funny.
Boar begins to walk from the wreckage of Sol's Revenge to Site 57.
The video cuts to 30 minutes later. Boar is standing outside of the airlock into Site 57.
Boar: We finally made it.
Boar enters the airlock to Site 57. The airlock repressurizes, and Boar removes his EVA suit but retains his weapon and his LPA.
Boar: Shit. That was heavy. Even for moon gravity.
Boar looks around and sees a lobby. There is a desk sitting at the far wall and two hallways with signs pointing down them to the left and right of the desk. The sign pointing to the right hallway has the label "Psychospace Meta-Stabilizer."
Boar: I should be careful. Glass and Asimov probably have eyes on me.
Boar begins to walk down the right hallway with his rifle raised.
Boar walks for about 5 minutes before stopping at a bulkhead labeled "Psychospace Meta-Stabilizer Testing." He enters.
Boar: So this is the place, huh?
The PMS is a complex machine that is roughly 3 meters tall and 7 meters wide. There is clockwork, pipes, tubes, and wires running throughout it. The chassis of the PMS is made of white metal. Boar walks over to the control panel of the PMS where a dialogue box is open. The prompt says "Run system_reboot.exe?
Glass: Well hello there captain! How've you been?
Glass walks out from behind the PMS with a rifle in his hands.
Boar: So there you are. Glass, tell me, did you and Asimov sabotage the ship?
Glass: Woah, Woah, Woah, cap! What's with all the questions? Don't you trust your favorite navigator?
Boar: You don't mean… you were the one steering us off course?
Glass And bingo was his name-o! I screwed with the nav and Asimov screwed with the comms! You know, you only lose comm signal in here when you're near the event horizon? We just made sure that the comms never came back online!
Boar: Jesus. How long have you been like this?
Glass: Like this? Like this?! I assume you mean how I'm perfect now? After we entered the fog, I've been feeling more alive than ever! I just realized that humans are… incorrect creatures. Did you know that pain is unnatural?
Boar: Glass, if you will just let me reset the machine, it'll be ok.
Glass: Reset it? Like I would ever let you do that! I just opened up that prompt to dangle the carrot in front of the piggie.
Boar: Glass, please, I can help you. We can save humanity.
Glass: Boar, do you want to know what's wrong with humanity? It's this.
Glass shoots Boar's hand, knocking the rifle out of his grasp.
Boar begins to scream in pain.
Glass: See? That's what's wrong with humanity. Now watch this.
Glass raises his rifle to his stomach and fires. The bullet fully penetrates his abdomen, but he does not flinch.
Boar: W-What the fuck? Glass are you okay?!
Glass: I'm better than okay cap. I feel fantastic!
Boar begins to slowly crawl towards his rifle.
Boar: Glass, I've known you for a few years now, so I think I can speak my mind around you.
Glass: Haha! Okay cap, go on ahead!
Boar: You're anything but human.
Boar leaps for his rifle, but Dr. Asimov bursts through the door and kicks the rifle away.
Dr. Asimov: Tsk, tsk, tsk. Not so fast there Mr.Boar! Glass wanted me to stay back and let him handle you, but unfortunately, he is not as smart as he seems.
Boar struggles to stand up.
Glass: Really, Asimov? Anyways, you see cap? You stand no chance. Just give up and let the fog take over.
Boar: Fuck you both. I'll never give in.
Boar jumps towards Glass and kicks his knee. Glass's knee bends backward in an unnatural position, but Glass doesn't flinch. Glass loses his balance and falls over. Boar pins Glass down and stomps on his knees violently, and takes his rifle.
Dr. Asimov: You forgot about me!
Dr. Asimov takes out his own rifle and shoots Boar 3 times in the stomach. Boar staggers, but he aims his rifle at a porthole in the side of the room.
Boar: Try and survive this, fuckface.
Boar jumps to the PMS, and shoots the porthole, causing violent depressurization of the room. Boar presses the reboot button on the panel, and the video cuts out.
The video turns back on, and 15 minutes have passed. Boar is lying in front of the bulkhead of the PMS chamber. He slowly rises to his feet and begins to limp back to the lobby.
Boar reaches the lobby and moves to the computer on the desk. He removes his body camera and connects it to the computer. He then collapses, dead.
[END LOG]
Event SCP-xxxx-A
On October 31, 2022, a large cloud formed on SCP-xxxx, and a very high energy encoded message was sent through, now designated as Recovered Video Log SCP-xxxx A. The high-energy transmission was suspected to have come from the communications array on Site 57. The results from the neutralization attempt are pending.
NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
This file has been updated due to the reclassification of this anomaly.
— Maria Jones, Director, RAISA
SCP-xxxx as it was seen from Earth.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-xxxx does not require containment due to its neutralization on October 28, 2022.
Description: SCP-xxxx was a region of the moon where the meta-stable human psychospace had collapsed, appearing as a large red dome. The psychospace is a higher plane of existence, permeating throughout the universe where human consciousness exists as physical objects. SCP-xxxx is believed to have contained a third party within the psychospace of the distortion which caused the corruption of MTF-Upsilon-9-2 and Dr. Vasili Asimov. Research into this being(s) is currently ongoing.
The sphere that encapsulated SCP-xxxx was roughly 50km in diameter and was located in the Mare Frigoris. SCP-xxxx originated from the top-secret Foundation facility, Site 57, which studied the nature of the human psychospace and produced various psychospace-related technology, including the Local Psychospace Anchors, or LPAs, and the Psychospace Meta-Stabilizer, or PMS. On December 15, 2021, SCP-xxxx expanded to 25km in 4 hours, but the expansion slowed to 0.4km/h. Since December 16, 2021, SCP-xxxx had maintained a steady growth and was expected to reach the Earth by 2131 causing an FK-class shift-of-human-consciousness scenario, however, on October 9, 2022, the expansion was halted due to the reactivation of the PMS, and SCP-xxxx dissipated within 3 weeks.
Because of the mental distortion within SCP-xxxx, mental faculties were severely compromised within SCP-xxxx. It is known that an event horizon surrounding SCP-xxxx prevented entry into SCP-xxxx by sapient beings without the use of an LPA.
One member of MTF Upsilon-9 (MTF Upsilon-9-1) was within SCP-xxxx, however, he has since been declared deceased after his body was recovered on December 25, 2022. The coroner's report declared the cause of death as severe, acute, asphyxiation, and several gunshot wounds in his abdomen. He repaired the PMS from within SCP-xxxx due to evidence in the Recovered Video Log SCP-xxxx A, which was recovered after Event SCP-xxxx-A.
