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⚠️ content warning
- child anti-endangerment
- atypical persuasion
- gramophone
- door
- something
- caligone
- egg 2
- egg
- road
- goo
- upside
- cross
- wild west
- kiss
- ants
- anime
- paracausality
- flesh station
- fish self insert
- isekai
- love bug
- neat
- wow
- yep
- repand tear but better
- rep and tear
- poem
- lamp
- plant woman
- two
- fear the robot
- bodybag
- fly
- time
- music
- genesis
- snipe
- two
- salt
- o
- book
- yellow
- gang
- splotch
Item #: SCP-X
Object Class:* Euclid
Special Containment Procedures:
Description: SCP-X is the circulation of posters, books, and other media in the population. The method of spread is unknown. Accounts posting images of SCP-X are burner accounts with IP addresses located in space, posters apparently instantly manifest upon being obscured by another object, and people find pamphlets and guides on their persons mid-transit. SCP-X is also flexible enough to target specific demographics, and is written in English, Russian, Chinese, and twenty two other languages. When SCP-X was first discovered, they were published in English, implying an origin in the US.
While the contents of SCP-X instances are mundane, perceiving any content will irreversibly alter the neural map, causing them to be psychologically incapable of committing certain actions. The full list of inactions are still being tested for.
Ethic Committee Review: Case File-X
SCP-X is in a unique position, such that containment is both difficult and bothersome. While the full document of SCP-X effects have yet to be fully mapped, it was voted unanimously to indefinitely delay the containment of SCP-X.
Site-11, the Site of dreams!
Welcome to DAP, I'm sure you're so excited! I know I am!
I'm Dhalia.aic, the one and only! I'll be your supervisor, confident, and friend during your transition! You ever need help, you call me.
So, I'm sure HR didn't even tell you what you were being transferred to, that's to be expected. Confidentiality, it's silly. It's not like half the world isn't already aware of the Foundation, but hey! It lets me put my own spin on things!
Official logo!
Hmm. That's not quite correct. I'll be… calling our Design Team.
##So yeah, we're the Department of Atypical Persuasion. Legalese for torture. Ah! Don't worry! It's not the same thing!##
Caution. The following anomaly has been reallocated to the Department of Surrealistics.
You are no longer assigned to this anomaly. Please evacuate the area.
As I lay dying…
The man with the gun plays a record…
And I saw no future.
Item #: SCP-X
Object Class: Safe (Provisional)
This file has been forwarded to the Classification Committee.
A klaxon begins to sound.
The sound of metal chains scrape against the ground.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-X is kept in a concrete containment chamber, beveled such that SCP-X is compliant.
The American Justice System must be robust and partial towards incarceration, so as to test SCP-X. In particular, the Foundation has no choice but to use SCP-X.
All relevant records must be divorced from all information, eclectic or otherwise. Records given to SCP-X must be kept in cold storage prior to giving it to SCP-X, so as to better prevent melting.
Testing has been halted indefinitely.
Prison. What's new?
Description: SCP-X is a ritual that takes the form of an ungovernable entity. This entity is a static blot on reality, in relation to the Earth, and is impossible to move from the location it was created.
While it is an entity, uninoculated individuals will perceive it as a metal or concrete structure. It is symmetrical on four sides, clipping in on itself to form an inverted arc. The tips have been tapered to a lethal point. Studies show that SCP-X is hollow; this appears to accommodate records as part of its ritual. See Addendum-X-1 for the full details on the ritual.
SCP-X was created on purpose, on behalf of the Foundation.
Let me tell you something. See this? You ain't never handled one of these before, so I'll tell you what's special 'bout it.
1995, 12 inch vinyl, the only one of its kind. Foundation Special.
It's only got one thing on it. Pure concrete echoes. Haunting. Desolate. Give it to the machine, and the machine will give back in spades.
Foreword: The following interview was conducted within an SCP-X affected structure.
Interviewee: Dr. Filia, Head of Site-11 Rituals Division
Interviewer: John Harper, D-49724
Harper: Alright, let's get this over with. State your name and position.
Dr. Filia: I am Doctor Jeremy Filia, head of Rituals, Clearance 3.
Harper: Do you know why you're here? Feel free to… stay silent if you don't wish to speak.
Dr. Filia: I believe so. I created SCP-X, for the purpose-
Harper: That's enough, we're here for a more… ethical purpose.
Dr. Filia: Ah. I… [Looks at ground].
Harper: Listen, I know your job here is important. Heck, I won't give you the whole "cold and cruel" lecture and a slap on the wrist. No, today, I'm here to ask why.
[Silence.]
Harper: What
Item #: SCP-X
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Aquatic vessels have been banned from approaching Atla Island; see Cover Story "Military Base".
The door to SCP-X has yet to open. No attempt at this time has been successful.
Description: SCP-X is an infomemetic pulse, originating from the top of Atla Island. Although this pulse is unimpeded by physical matter, it has an effective range of about 100 kilometers. Outside of this range, it becomes exponentially difficult to receive and comprehend the contents of SCP-X.
SCP-X is made up of 70 images depicting SCP-X-1 at various angles. Although the images do not appear to possess antagonistic memes, the images inspire a feeling of dread and fear. Those that receive cognitohazardous resistance training state that SCP-X needs to be opened, citing a spiritual need to "help the suffering".
SCP-X-1 is a door and frame made of a nondescript wood. Attempting to approach SCP-X-1 causes nearby viewers to hallucinate grotesque monsters, vivid physical disfigurement and dismemberment, and "a distinct feeling of nothingness".
The hallucinations will then become increasingly emotional and personal, bringing up memories the viewer may have forgotte
Item #: SCP-X
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: The population of Santa Sabrina have taken measures to keep the water level from affecting the population negatively.
The anomaly is perceived as normal within the borders of Santa Sabrina, so containment is limited to keeping knowledge about SCP-X a secret. So far, the population has failed to mention SCP-X online, and travelers are rare.
Description: SCP-X is a meteorological anomaly affecting the town of Santa Sabrina. The weather is constantly downcast, and causes precipitation even in the absence of dark clouds.
Item #: SCP-5555
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: N/A
Description: SCP-X is the instantaneous demanifestation of approximately 50% of California along the San Andreas Fault. The missing part of California consists of 7 million people and all infrastructure located within 32 kilometers of the San Andreas Fault. However, this effect does not extend beyond California's borders, leaving the Pacific Ocean and Mexico intact.
Greetings, O5-3.
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Topic: fuckCali is back, and the Andreas Fault is covered in glue. Some fucking GoI said they "saved the world" and are currently in prison.
Item #: SCP-X
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-X is stored inside a standard Foundation locker filled with cotton balls and kept at 37° Celsius. A specialized harness fitted with shock dampening springs have been made for SCP-X.
Description: SCP-X is a chicken egg. Inside SCP-X is another chicken egg of equal size. SCP-X is recursive in structure, and is internally infinite, as far as the Foundation can reasonably assume.
Test Log: SCP-X was hit with a hammer, causing SCP-X to produce approximately 70 thousand kilograms of eggshells, immediately killing D-52536 (Jeremy Filia), and damaging Room 204, 205, 206, and 105 at Site-11.
Alrighty, note at the end of the article, fuck yeah.
Hey there doctor, or researcher, or engineer. I assume you have at least Level 3 Clearance for SCP-X, since you were able to open this link up. It's a clearance based antimeme, which… seems excessive to me, but what do I care. I'm just happy they think the Recursion Team is worth all the money they throw at us.
Also, that's right, you're part of the Recursion Team! Our goal is to contain recursive anomalies, whether that means it produces more of itself or it is structurally itself. You'd be surprised how many anomalies are recursive.
Don't worry about the paperwork, you're still part of whatever you are right now, but you get a small bump in pay and responsibility. You also have to keep this Recursion Team a secret. Why? We'll get to it.
We found SCP-X on a farm in Kentucky, and we, at the Recursion Team had to vet that farm for more recursion. That meant killing every animal there, burning every tree, blasting everything with every wavelength in the spectrum, and you don't want to know what we did to the farmer.
See, recursion comes in two parts, the recursion, and the preceding factor. As you can see, SCP-X replicates itself only when encountering a force. That's what the D-class was up to. At the moment of impact, it calculates the amount of force and the number of eggs it would have broken, and produces that amount to counteract the damage. We have to try everything we can to force the recursion.
Anyways, we've never actually broken SCP-X. That's what the play by play says, at least. SCP-X is still just a chicken. Don't know about recursive, but it will eventually hatch, and I have no idea what that will entail.1
Now, here's the fun part. Wanna try guessing the number of recursive anomalies?
It's just SCP-X.
Now, I know what you're thinking. "That's blatantly wrong, I know about the fucking cakes that soak up most of Site-11 funding."
It's a question that the Recursion Team has the answer to, actually. SCP-X is the only naturally recursive SCP. That is, we made the rest of 'em. SCP-871? Someone made it. All the anomalies that are recursive? Someone made them. 4954, 5942, the whole lot.
Only thing is, we're looking for something natural (or as naturally occurring as anomalies go). These things had to come from somewhere, right? And our first guess is SCP-X had something to do with SCP-871.
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Item #: SCP-X
Object Class: Euclid
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Description: SCP-X is an umbrella designation for a type of asteroid. Currently, the Foundation has discovered and confirmed 3 SCP-X instances traveling through the Amnua, Siristae Quartus, and the Milky Way Galaxy.
SCP-X instances are approximately the 3500 km, and possess antimemetic screens that lose effectiveness the larger the SCP-X instance is, which is how the Foundation was able to discover these SCP-X instances.
Item #: SCP-X
Object Class: [SAFE]
Special Containment Procedures: [REMOVED PER O5 REQUEST]
Description: SCP-X is Trident Ct., a road in California. It measures approximately 35 meters long and ends with a cul-de-sac, which exits into a sidewalk that leads to the yacht club.
Upon traveling 3.00x107 meters per second on this road, starting at rest in relation to the ground of SCP-X, all related objects will instantly travel forward in time by about 23 years, a disproportionate amount of time compared to the speed traveled. At the end of the journey, the affected objects will return to rest in relation to SCP-X, and will be safely in the future.
This poses no risk of a paradox scenario, and is considered a low risk time travel method. The local hired security keeps track of all instances of time travel, making sure to cordon off the area by the time the affected objects arrive.
Addendum: SCP-X is located in the richest community in the world, housing 49 of the richest 100 people according to Forbes, soon to be 62 of the richest 100 people.
TopDownUnder
Item #: SCP-X
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Coffee mugs regulation has been amended to make them resilient to damage. No further containment is necessary.
Desccription: SCP-X are all coffee mugs. Specifically, SCP-X is a metaphysical race of entities that inhabit the physical world through the medium of coffee mugs. Although SCP-X can take the form of other cups that hold other liquids, their population perfectly aligns with coffee mugs, and prefer coffee mugs over all other receptacles. It is known that SCP-X are the characteristics of coffee mugs, of which coffee mugs as a whole would not exist without SCP-X.
SCP-X society, culture, technological standing, and other abstract details are unknown, as the properties of metaphysical entities are historically difficult to comprehend. Currently, the Foundation understands that creating more coffee mugs makes SCP-X happy and destroying coffee mugs causes nearby coffee mugs to lose their physical properties, causing dissociation in humans, although this effect terminates itself, presumably at the conclusion of the funeral.
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SCP-X fails to recognize humans as a separate, sapient entity. Instead, humans are a subspecies of SCP-X.
Historical Log:
Item #: SCP-X
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-X has been contained. The room is gravity inverted, and directionality points inward.
Description: SCP-X is upsidedownness. While it is worthless to ascribe directionality to SCP-X, the feelings of the majority tend to align it with upsidedownness. It is also worth noting that this is not a conceptual entity, nor is it a linguistic anomaly. The Foundation has independently studied and tested SCP-X, and given indepth review, has deemed it necessary to categorize SCP-X as upsidedownness.
Upsidedownness is, as perceived by humans, up, or away from the ground, as humans tend to be firmly attached to the ground. In the few, specific instances of humans or humanoids not connected to the ground, they still perceive SCP-X as upsidedownness, as SCP-X in relative motion to the Earth as well as personal feelings regarding directionality depicts SCP-X as upsidedownness.
Testing regarding SCP-X in the vacuum of space is fundamentally different, but similar in effect. SCP-X is still the direction away from Earth.
History: SCP-X was discovered when the first Homo sapiens determined the way in which the afterlife exists, or at least, the concept of an afterlife. Since then, every religious organization have either followed up on this directionality, or have independently thought of an upwards afterlife. For example, reincarnation is associated with upward movement, if someone were to live a good and moral life, their karma will carry over. Or, for enlightenment, it is implied that this is upward movement.
Description: SCP-X is a physical, self terminating component of fractals. Although the definition of a fractal is, simply put, an indefinitely repeating pattern, at the lowest denominator of geometry, is SCP-X. It is unknown exactly what this is, as attempts at moving past this barrier has unanimously failed.
Current nonanomalous theory suggests that this is the limit of physical measurement, the Planck length. The Foundation believes there is more to this phenomenon, and has dubbed it SCP-X.
Item #:
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: See Test Log-X.
Description: SCP-X is a seeded infohazard that affects Foundation personnel familiar with the SCP Foundation or the SCP Foundation Memetics Department. Historical records indicate that SCP-X had an identical effect on pre-cursor Foundations2, although these records failed to detail the method of containment. However, given the low risk associated with SCP-X, the current administration believes SCP-X is easy to contain, should the containment procedures be discovered.
While SCP-X's effects are not immediately apparent, long term exposure3 to SCP-X will cause increased interest and curiosity in sending Foundation personnel into an alternate reality or alternate time period that resembles popular conceptions of the American Old West4.
Although amnestics are sufficient enough to suppress SCP-X, this typically coincides with the retirement of personnel, as reintroducing them to the Foundation would cause an SCP-X relapse.
Due to the widespread nature of SCP-X, the Foundation at large is either indifferent but interested or actively working towards SCP-X, funneling Foundation resources towards these goals. As such, it was considered necessary to form a centralized project for the purpose of alleviating SCP-X.
Test Log-X: Project Wilderness was created to centralize SCP-X spread. Although general practice requires Foundation projects to restrict access to Clearance Level 3 or higher for relevant personnel, information about Project Wilderness will be openly distributed, so as to reduce SCP-X inspired transgressions.
Project Wilderness is a joint operation led by O5-11, and has been given free reign over department involvement, personnel selection, and method of testing.
Test: X-1
Medium: Film
Description: The Department of Film and Media oversees the production of Bar Dooter, a 2 hour 42 minute movie about Jeremy Filia,
Dr. Filia wakes up, dry mouth and sans clothes. He sinks slightly, slightly aware that he's laying on sand. He considers waking up, when he realizes he's no longer where he was supposed to be. The cold, sterile laboratory has given way to desert and heat, the participant no more. Crusted eyes open, and he tries to get up, sinking into sand like water.
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He manages to keep a steady breath. Looking into the horizon, there's a sea, frozen in time. There is no wind. There is no breath.
He walks forward.
Item #: SCP-X
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-X is contained in a locker outfitted with a cooler. The box SCP-X was found in has been kept in order to preserve the integrity of SCP-X. Further testing with SCP-X is unnecessary.
Description: SCP-X is a revolver of unspecified make. SCP-X's physical characteristics are entirely describable, but when perceived as a whole, SCP-X conceptually resolves to become a revolver.
Each component has been observed and studied, and is listed as follows.
| Designation | Description | Corresponding component | ||
|---|---|---|---|---|
| SCP-X-1 | 31 teeth, possessing no leftover viscera. One wisdom tooth is noticeably missing. | Ammunition | ||
| SCP-X-2 | 1 disembodied hand. The sever is clean. | Trigger | ||
| SCP-X-3 | 1 blouse. The collar is ripped open and stained with blood. | Cylinder | ||
| SCP-X-4 | 2 flowers. They are open and inverted, respectively. Both are made of human flesh. | N/A | ||
| SCP-X-5 | 1 DNA test for a woman, previously known as Jeremy Filia. Investigations into her transaction history found no evidence of purchasing a DNA test, nor any reason as to why she purchased a DNA test. | Sights | ||
Test Log: SCP-X was taken to a gun range for testing. Firing SCP-X at the range targets produce no results, but pointing SCP-X at itself produces a gunshot in two places, one at the firing range where SCP-X was fired, and a forest in Queensland, Australia, a local destination with a history of suicide. The Foundation discovered pieces of SCP-X and collected it.
Addendum: Bringing together SCP-X caused a shift in concept, changing from a revolver to Maria Filia. SCP-X has since been declared Neutralized, and buried in the Site cemetery. The gravestone of SCP-X was corrected.
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Note for the critters. This article will be inside a tab that says "Infohazardous File: DO NOT READ".
Item #: SCP-X
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: Documents regarding SCP-X has been destroyed, with the exception of this file.
Do not read this file in the presence of other people, nor should your presence be known to anyone during the act of reading this file.
In the event that you have not prepared amnestics of at least strength Class-V, it is the responsibility of the reader to die in isolation, as well as cremate your own body.
Description: SCP-X is the concept of ants being detected in places where there should otherwise be no ants. While knowledge of SCP-X is nonanomalous, SCP-X being framed within the context of the anomalous, such as reading this file, will cause ants at large to take on an ontokinetic quality, with subsequent instances gaining infohazardous qualities.
This causes an incredibly efficient infection, with seemingly mundane effects infecting instances exponentially. An SCP-X ignorant population will be infected in a matter of hours, simply by observing SCP-X instances scratching themselves.
Initial stages of SCP-X infection causes minor itching in body parts, typically those with relative proximity to the ground. This will spread, moving up the body, nesting behind the ears and the skull. Eventually, the infection can be felt under the skin, causing rashes and abnormal heat, the result of skin cells committing suicide.
Afterwards, infected instances will begin to hallucinate ant
SCP-X
Item #: SCP-X
Object Class: Thaumiel
Special Containment Procedures:
Description: SCP-X is a preceding set of historical events that can test the anomalousness of a particular universe. Specifically, it is 22 events that must occur in order to have a baseline universe. These events are subject to change, and may increase or decrease depending on further research.
Description: SCP-X is a four floor, subterranean complex located below the Mississippi River, the purpose of which to house the Paracausality Department.
Paracausality Briefing
Speaker: Jeremy Filia, Overseeing Researcher
[BEGIN]
@ @ @ [approach mic]
Hello, hello. It is so good, to see you all here today. And, before we begin, let me call up Dr. [random] to the stage! Give a big welcome to [random]. [wait, return to mic] Thank you, Dr. [random] for making this happen. We, here, decided to take a new approach to the anomalous. On the 40th anniversary of the founding of this here Foundation, we decided "enough [pause] is enough".@ @ @ [take mic, pace]
So, I hate to turn this into a lecture,@ @ @
The primary and only purpose of SCP-X is to determine paracausality.
Item #: SCP-X
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures:
Description: SCP-X is 120 humanoids that have undergone drastic anatomical changes. These anatomical changes can be organized into structural and functional changes, all for the purpose of constructing and operating a radio station indefinitely.
assumed the position of various architectural and technological
"Do you understand what this means?"
The unknown doctor thrust a piece of paper into Jr. Researcher Folly's face, excitedly stabbing the center of the page with his finger.
"I can't read it, sir."
He quickly looks back at the paper, and begins to pace back and forth, slightly ranting, slightly hyping himself up.
"You updated the database with this file, did you not?"
Folly receives the file, pushed into his chest. He glances through it, not recognizing the text.
"I… never made this, sir."
He whips forward, finger guns posing.
"That's exactly it! You didn't make it!"
"I-"
"Look, read the damn thing."
Item #: SCP-X
Object Class: Safe
Description: SCP-X is a two page system of equations that resolve itself as
Fish^12. Although the equations are technically nonanomalous, as each component can be viewed separately and be understood, viewing it in its totality will cause the viewer (hereafter referred to as SCP-X-1) to speak for another person (designated PoI-X). During this temporary enthrallment, SCP-X-1 will
constant that can be used in mathematical systems, and is formatted as the word fish. Given that SCP-X is considered a nonzero integer while also being a nonnumerical integer, SCP-X can be used to solve for otherwise difficult or impossible equations. Fortunately, SCP-X does not actually possess any piscine qualities, instead, it affects the concept of piscines.
Properties of the number fish.
not zero, is an nonnumerical number, can be used in place of other constants, affects fishy things
"This is meaningless."
"It's not!
Item #: SCP-X
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: All newborn children are to be monitored for higher than normal brain activity, body movements reminiscent of an adult, and attempts at communication. If the following characteristics are detected, the instance will be secured and tested for the presence of SCP-X. In the event that SCP-X has been detected beyond a doubt, the family will be given a replacement baby.
Description: SCP-X is a set of memories within newborn children (hereafter referred to as SCP-X-1). These memories are made up of consistent elements depicting an alternate world with a drastically different set of cultural, physical, and social standards regarding normality. For example, anomalies exist in the form of magic, and animals are excessively large. It is unclear if these memories are fabrications or are legitimate memories from an alternate reality.
Each SCP-X instance is unique, depicting a lengthy, detailed set of personal memories. Of note, none of the SCP-X-1 instances are capable of producing anomalies, even if they possessed anomalous abilities in the alternate reality.
SCP-X instances are difficult to find beyond birth, as children are socially inept and are thus expected to behave abnormally, and adults are typically integrated into human society.
LOG ID [RAISA USE ONLY]: ID0-009-900-3922
Foreword:
Item #: SCP-X
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: The area around SCP-X has been cordoned off from the public. One human with the necessary psychological profile is to be fed to SCP-X weekly.
Description: SCP-X is an instance of an undiscovered species of annelida. It measures approximately two meters in width, and the length of which has yet to be fully measured. The head of SCP-X is that of a large carapace reminiscent of a coleoptera, fitted with large mandibles and the exposed jaws of an enlarged human skull. Although the latter anatomy is typically utilized for mastication in nonanomalous humans, SCP-X uses them to position its food and better ingest it.
Located beneath the jawbone is a blister. Extruding from the blister is a long needle made out of keratin, coated in a fluid chemically similar to cocaine. SCP-X can extend the needle up to four meters by contracting the muscles located near the blister, and uses this to placate and subdue its target.
SCP-X lives inside a large subterranean space, coiled up and dormant until it reawakens weekly, to search for nourishment. SCP-X detects food via an internal organ that can detect heat, and can distinguish between humans and other animals. Nourishment typically entails sections of the brain that oversee executive functions, such as abstract thinking, planning, and attention to detail. Upon consuming, SCP-X returns to its home and undergoes dormancy.
Although inhibiting SCP-X has been proposed and attempts are more than likely to succeed, none have put into action.
SCP-X Feeding Log: 7/1/2021 12:18
Target: Agent Vengo
Foreword: This log has been provided to all personnel to exemplify normal SCP-X feeding behavior. SCP-X has yet to have done activities outside of sleeping and eating. In the event that SCP-X commits to any abnormal behavior, immediately report it to your overseer.
[BEGIN LOG]
SCP-X wakes up, indicated by it shaking its head and clicking its jaws. It lifts its head up into the air, as if to sniff it, and begins uncoiling. This is a violent procedure, typically involving intense shaking and spinning, in order to forcefully exit the cave. This causes part of the front of the cave to collapse in on itself. SCP-X is unaffected by the debris.
SCP-X exits the cave, suspending itself in the air as opposed to locomotion in contact with the ground. It waves its head back and forth, before coming into contact with a tree branch. It begins to travel noisily through the forest, snaking between tree branches and occasionally snapping branches. It comes into contact with an owl.
Both animals decide to ignore each other, but the owl cautiously stands between SCP-X and its eggs. SCP-X continues onward, pushing and trapping the owl in its roost with its large body mass. It begins to vibrate, noticing Agent Vengo's heat signature, sitting under a tree. It begins to wrap itself around the canopy, slowly encapsulating Agent Vengo's position. This is done with careful consideration, without making any noise.
Vengo: How much longer do I have to wait? Command?
COMMAND: SCP-X is very slow. It's probably gonna be another hour. Just keep reading your book and we'll notify you when it's near. What are you reading?
Vengo: Parabolis.
COMMAND: Never heard of it. It's dark, isn't it?
Vengo: It is.
COMMAND: Oh, and by the way…
SCP-X positions itself directly above Agent Vengo. It begins to heave, large segments of the body undergoing reverse paristalsis. The head begins bulge, filling up with sputum. A slight, continuous grunt can be heard.
Vengo: What?
COMMAND: How do you feel about Cathy?
SCP-X simultaneously vomits onto Agent Vengo and injects the needle into his neck. As he yells, SCP-X grabs him by with the teeth and begins pulling him up. Halfway up the tree, it uses its mandibles and begins pushing Agent Vengo's body into its gullet, spit dripping onto the ground. Loud horking sounds follow as his feet disappears into SCP-X. SCP-X begins to shudder, clicking in satisfaction, before regurgitating Agent Vengo.
Agent Vengo is missing his book and his glasses are bent, and is covered in a translucent film of spit. He wipes his face off with a napkin, unsuccessfully, as the napkin is also covered in spit. SCP-X spits out Nicholas Sparks' The Notebook. On site medical crew arrive at his position.
Agent Vengo: Wha…?
Nurse Catherine: You're going to be just fine, you have nothing to worry about. (Offhand) Did you bring towels? Or a hose?
Agent Vengo: I love you like Noah loves Allie.
Nurse Catherine: I think you're handsome but not now. You're still high from the cocaine.
COMMAND: Job's done. You owe me now.
SCP-X returns to its cave, coiling up. It burps, and does a motion similar to yawning, before falling dormant.
[END LOG]
Item #: SCP-X
Object Class: Thaumiel
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-X should not be contained, but will be used to contain all conceivable anomalies and the organizations that perpetuate their existence.
Description: SCP-X is a zone of influence regarding the permutations of the human psyche. Typically, if documented long enough and with a high degree of accuracy, the set of all possible mental, psychological, and conceptual neuro-pathways can be dissected and abused to better understand the machinations of the anomalous. This is demonstrated in a formal letter, written to all existing and nonexistent anomalies, declaring their nonexistence to be the deciding factor. As SCP-X approaches full understanding, it will be declared Non-anomalous, and subsequently removed from the SCiPnet database, as will all other anomalies.
This is fundamentally based on a hypothesis regarding the creation and continuous existence of anomalies that conforms to Schrödinger's Cat metaphor, and specifically not related to quantum physics. It is that anomalies are a matter of perception, and therefore heavily relies on the human mind to perpetuate and proliferate. Since the logical outcome of ignorance is nonexistence, it is of great importance that SCP-X is documented.
As SCP-X is further documented, we can reduce containment funds by 100%, increase lethality rate of conventional methods of damage, and eliminate the need for the SCP Foundation, and by association, all other organizations dedicated to aspects of anomaly exploitation.
Containment
Item #: SCP-X
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-X has been contained where it was found.
Description: SCP-X is the umbrella designation for a series of anomalous incidents in Room 204 and 205 of the Regency Motel. SCP-X-1 are the computers of Nathan Jonaham, Jeremy Filia, Matthis Lacob, and Kay Mahlah. SCP-X-1 have remained in continuous operation since the deaths of the aforementioned people, undergoing random script behaviors in order to maintain the illusion of continued activity.
SCP-X-1 responds to comments and chats, browse relevant sites and games, and upload new information constantly.
SCiPNET Database: XXXX - Cleared for Agent _
6/26/2021 20:14 Hello internet (and also whichever Site Director that happens to be near me). I am writing this from Hoa Binh, Vietnam, trying to find out more information about XXXX. First draft. And of course, all we have to do is use the internet and find any resources connected to XXXX. This should be easy.
6/26/2021 22:05 I've tried a couple different searches, starting from long legs, black shadow, and monster, and all I got were Slenderman fanart. Joking aside, there are next to no resources online about XXXX. I went through witness Facebook accounts, wild animal sightings, Buddhist warning hymns. There's even an ancient text that's basically the Vietnamese Bakemono, got nothing. That means XXXX has to be a recent anomaly. Perhaps artificial, perhaps accidental. I'll have to get down and dirty. Interviews.
7/3/2021 9:59 Wifi bad, can't upload audio files, so this will have to do.
Item #: SCP-X
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Alternative physical exercises such as forefoot running and handstands are to be encouraged in place of SCP-X related exercises. In the most extreme scenario, the Foundation has cleared the use of anomalies in order to forcibly induce lethargy or fatigue in the majority of the population.
Due to SCP-X's effects extending globally, all gymnasiums are to be monitored for SCP-X events, and all available Foundation personnel are required to read this file. SCP-X-1 instances may be dangerous and unstable, due to the variable nature of the anomaly. It is preferable to engage in pacifying behaviors and secure them without the use of combative techniques.
The Catholic Church has been enlisted to help cull the SCP-X-1 population. The Foundation is currently negotiating with the Catholic Church for the method of Decanonization, as the growth rate of SCP-X-1 is higher than the termination rate of the Catholic Church.
Notice: These containment procedures are no longer necessary.
Description: SCP-X is an alternative kineto-method of attaining Catholic Sainthood. The SCP-X method does not require the following:
- The formal canonization of the Catholic Church
- The death of the Saint
- A high degree of moral and virtuous behavior as defined by the church5
Due to the steps required to attain SCP-X, it is very likely to be inadvertently achieved by the nonanomalous athletic population, and exceedingly easy to be achieved by the anomalous athletic population. Of note, SCP-X can be achieved with the use of stimulants, although users are not allowed to be addicted to them.
The following steps are required to attain SCP-X, listed as the minimum amount of exercise required. They can be done in any order, but must be done within seven hours.
- 7 minutes of stretching
- 77 minutes of jumping jacks
- 77 minutes of running or power walking
- 7 sets of 7 reps of push ups
- 7 sets of 7 reps of dumbbell curls
- 7 sets of 7 reps of lateral raises with dumbbells
- 1 deadlift of at least 140% of bodyweight
Upon completion, the participant (hereafter referred to as SCP-X-1) will be enveloped in white, feathered wings. The phrases "do not fear", "do not be afraid", and "have no fear" can be heard from the wings, followed by the SCP-X-1 instance screaming.
After seven seconds, they will emerge with a golden ring encircling their head and a faint, white glow emanating from the nape. This is purely visual, and cannot be physically interacted with. SCP-X-1 instances are able to perform a variety of holy acts, such as purification and blessings. SCP-X-1 instances are also given unique anomalous traits, such as feline based communion, aquatic respiration, and the inability to comprehend the passage of time. This is usually based on the instances' life experience and characteristics.6
These characteristics align with the concept of conventional Sainthood. As such, the population commonly unofficially declare SCP-X-1 instances to be patron Saints. As such, SCP-X instances have been asked to perform miracles, or have been the object of prayer. Given the physical nature of SCP-X, a nontrivial percentage of the population converted to Christianity and its denominations, which further complicates containment efforts.
EXAMPLE SCP-X-1 CONTAINMENT
Foreword: Containment log was created by Agent Forza, and is considered the best case scenario for securing SCP-X-1.
Agent Forza arrives in front of a Protestant church. There is a small gathering outside the church, eating and drinking from a long table.
A well dressed man approaches Agent Forza.
Unknown-1: [Clears throat] Howdy! Welcome to the party!
Agent Forza nods, and takes his hat off.
Agent Forza: How unusual. I decided to stop by since I saw a lot of people. What is everyone up to?
Unknown-1: Oh, you would not believe the news! One of our own, a genuine angel!
Agent Forza: Ah, I see! Wonderful news, it's always a blessing to see humanity coming so far.
Unknown-1: Indeed, indeed! Oh, please, come inside. You can meet her there.
The man beckons Agent Forza to follow. They enter the church.
The inside of the church is filled with people in various states of prayer. SCP-X-1 is standing in the very front, aimlessly directing the procession.
Unknown-1: We got all sorts here. Unfortunately, them Foundation folks have been taking them, and it just ain't right. We let everyone in the area coe pray here, regardless of what they believe. I think we're the last ones here with an angel.
Agent Forza: [Feigns awe] Am I… allowed to talk to her?
Unknown-1: Everyone here prays to her. It doesn't seem like a line right now, but don't disturb the procession. I think I see more people coming, so I'll be back for you later. God bless you.
Agent Forza: God bless us.
Agent Forza waits for the SCP-X-1 instance to finish her sermon. SCP-X-1 spots Agent Forza and begins to speed up the sermon.
SCP-X-1: Amen.
SCP-X-1 secretly motions Agent Forza to come over.
SCP-X-1: [Hushed] I know who you are.
Agent Forza: Course you do. What's gonna happen now?
SCP-X-1: Wait, I'm not looking for a fight. I'll go with you.
Agent Forza:
Addendum: On 7/7/1997, people were spontaneously afflicted with SCP-X. Due to the difficulties surrounding SCP-X's containment, the Foundation was required to collaborate with the Catholic Church through the Global Occult Coalition in order to monitor the event.
INTERNAL MESSAGE TO O5-1
SCP-X is an anomaly of unprecedented religious relevance and importance. We need to know if it was arranged by the Catholic Church, or some other figure with similar goals. As the goals of the Foundation and the Catholic Church run counter to each other, the exchange of anomalies from containment to the ownership of the Catholic Church has been cleared as a bartering chip. SCP-4324, SCP-5383, and 8 other anomalies have been cleared for use.
In the event that negotiations fail, we have prepared a battalion to storm Vatican City. The combat potential of the Vatican City is unknown, most likely anomalous in nature. There will most certainly be heavy casualties. Do not fail.
Audio Transcript: RAISA ID4-100-644-5098
Characters: O5-1, John Paul II
[BEGIN LOG]
O5-1 arrives at the Vatican City Heliport, and is met with John Paul II and his entourage.
O5-1: Greetings, Holy Father, [Offhand, to his security detail] Put the damn gun away, now.
Paul II: Hello Foundation. I am happy to see you.
O5-1: No disrespect, Holy Father, but I'd like to make things fast.
Paul II: As do I, for I have a proposition for you. Walk with me.
O5-1 and Paul II walk around the heliport.
O5-1: I assume you've seen the news.
Paul II: I have been told, yes. "People becoming angels, proof God is coming." But it is not that.
O5-1: So you know what this is about?
Paul II: It is my duty to know. After all, I am pope. It is no accident, that it happened on July, seventh, this year. It is the holy number, 777. It took God, seven days, to make everything. And on the seventh day, He rested. And these people, do you know why they are affected?
O5-1: They were exercising.
Paul II: God gave us our body, and his spirit lives on within us. These people, they don't just use their bodies, they sculpt it, make it better, to celebrate the gift of the Lord. They were given the occasion to rise to the challenge on His day. And who am I to disagree with God's gifts? If He needs our help, then by God, we will help Him.
O5-1: You sound…
Paul II: Hm?
O5-1: Do you disagree? With God?
Paul II: I wouldn't say that. After all, why would I follow God if I didn't have faith in Him? But, no, God should not be too generous with his gifts. Why do I exist, if not to carry out God's will, to safeguard his teachings, and His property? Saints are no different. I spend years, working with my brothers, watching for new Saints to add to the Holy Spirit, so that God may be pleased with His work. We keep the pantheon holy, for the Lord. Why then, does He make more Saints?
O5-1: Perhaps he thought it was time.
Paul II: No, no. He is too trusting now, He lets any impure man and woman become a Saint? Even God was deceived by Lucifer, who could challenge his rule in his domain. I cannot say I am better than God, no one is! But I, I, was given my duties by God, and I will carry it out.
O5-1: We can contain them. Keep them out of reach of the public.
Paul II: I will help you, Foundation, but I do not wish to… contain. You will bring me these False Shepherds, and we will deal with them.
O5-1: Aren't these Saints? I haven't attended service, but Sainthood is permanent. Even I know that much.
Paul II motions his entourage to leave, and O5-1 does the same.
Paul II: This mustn't leave this bench. Former Venerable Pope John Paul I… am sorry for breaking our promise. Listen well, I shall say this, only once! I possess the method of Decanonization. I can handle them, and I can return them to you. "Neutralize," as you like.
O5-1: What does this method entail?
Paul II: I dare not speak more. Understand that I am betraying my papal predecessors by trusting you. Now go, we have work to do.
[END LOG]
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This is too suspicious. Why agree so easily? What is it to him?
SCiPnet Log Search: SCP-X
Site-22: 21 SCP-X-1 instances ready to be transported to Vatican safely.
Site-605: The Gendarmerie Corps is asking for a meeting with Site-605 Director, apparently harboring SCP-X-1 instances due to her extreme Christian leanings. SCP-X-1 instances have been secured, but Site Director utilized the site intercom to organize a civilian riot for containing SCP-X-1 instances. GC has been evacuated, dealing with riot now. Need more manpower.
Doctor Re: SRA's do work, but only on the visual anomaly and subanomaly. Instances are able to perform holy acts, which implies Sainthood is somehow a part of reality. Additional testing with stronger SRA units needed.
O5-12: POTUS declares all branches of military with the exception of the Air Force a holy institution. Given the rate of military personnel becoming SCP-X-1 instances, this is accurate. Meeting regarding the specific politics of moving a significant portion of the US military to Vatican City is needed.
John Gaswork: Charts updated now. 60% of MTF units are susceptible to SCP-X, as part of their daily exercise routine. Unsure if introducing alternative methods of exercise would incite outrage.
RAISA: Greetings. New information regarding the use of SCP-X-1 in anomalous communities have been found. All personnel concerned with SCP-X research are required to read this document.
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File Update: On 6/1/2006, people were spontaneously afflicted with a variety of radical anatomic changes, now designated as SCP-X-2. Skin pigmentation uniformly changes to a shade of red or green, the skull experiences numerous abnormal bone extrusions reminiscent of horns, the legs transform into unguligrade type ambulation. While undergoing transformation, instances become increasingly manipulative and self destructive, and attempt to persuade others into partaking in sinful activities. Most people decline this offer, as the appearance of SCP-X-2 is most often described as "instinctually horrifying".
It was found that SCP-X-2 activated upon failing to overcome an exercise routine, although the exact details are unknown. It appears that waiting 666 minutes after ending an unsatisfactory exercise routine is considered a failure.
On the same day, the Vatican City was lifted into the air by a giant, humanoid entity, approximately 5 kilometers high. The entity (hereafter dubbed SCP-X-3) is glowing white, wearing a tunic and a crown of thorns, with musculature exceeding that of a proportionately sized weightlifter. Contact with the Vatican confirmed that the Catholic Church did not possess a method of decanonizing SCP-X-1 instances, and instead were continuously organizing strict workout regimens in order to create a gestalt version of a Saint. SCP-X-3 begins powerlifting the Vatican City repeatedly, the voices of SCP-X-1 screaming various motivational quotes.
Each subsequent powerlift creates a paracausal earthquake, disseminating globally, causing SCP-X-2 instances to writhe and boil upon contact. After 7 powerlifts, all SCP-X-2 instances have been exorcised, with a marked increase in gym participation. After this, hundreds of feathered wings spontaneously manifest above SCP-X-3. These wings envelope SCP-X-3 and slowly lift it upwards. SCP-X-3 holds Vatican City with one arm and flexes its right arm as the entirety of the Vatican City and SCP-X-3 are enveloped in a sheet of light, demanifesting instantly.
Historical archaeologists discovered an unused passage from the Bible, thought to have been used by John Paul II as inspiration for SCP-X-3. It was initially widely discredited due to the superfluous content and inaccurate historical continuity.
1 And Jesus said unto himself, he would rise in the body of many, whey swol.
Carbon dating has been inconclusive, placing the parchment between 1200 BC and 1100 BC, and whey only becoming popular in the 1940s as a body building supplement. The term whey swol is accurate to when Jesus would have lived.
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Item #: SCP-X
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-X is self contained. Although SCP-X-A instances are sapient, they currently do not possess the will to leave SCP-X. In the event that this changes, this file's object class and special containment procedures will be updated depending on what transpires.
The portal to SCP-X is contained in the Alchemy Wing of Site-60, room 303.
Description: SCP-X is an extradimensional space. This space can only be reached upon performing a thaumaturgical ritual involving two heavy, rounded plates, ground bone powder, a revised version of the Bible, and four other materials. The full details regarding this ritual is clearance restricted.
SCP-X takes the shape of a grey, cubic room, measuring about 7.3 meters on all sides. This cube is joined by two cubes beside it, indefinitely extending on both sides. There is an ambient light source that prevents shadows from forming, and a higher oxygen content. This roughly corresponds to the chronological time of death of SCP-X-A instances.
SCP-X-A instances are identical to their deceased counterparts, with a few exceptions. Their anatomical mass is anomalously large, approximately double the average size of humans, they lack the psychological need for interpersonal relationships, nourishment, and mental stimulation, and they possess normally cognitohazardous information.
Discovery: In 4/1/2018, Project Finders was voted for 7-6-0, and funding was allocated to the Alchemy Department in order to better understand the mechanics of thaumaturgy. One of the principle practices of Project Finders was to research ancient texts in order to test the authenticity of the rituals described. In the event that the ritual is legitimately anomalous, it is logged as a new SCP, depending on the severity of its effects.
SCP-X is the first anomaly discovered that warrants an SCP designation.
Exploration Log: RAISA ID3-194-9090
Team: Improvised Task Force (ITF-11 "Alchemy Dept."), Deacon Lewis, Saint Robert
Foreword: Due to ritual's relevance to Saint Robert's specialty, they decided that it would be appropriate for them to enter SCP-X. This has been approved after the exploration.
Deacon Lewis is providing the materials for the ritual as Saint Robert chants in Latin. A long, metallic bar materializes in the center of the room, and the metal discs begins spinning around the room at exponentially increasing speed. The ritual circle glows bright green, and the powders begin to burn purple, sparking with electricity. Once the discs maintain terminal velocity, it connects with the metallic bar and fires into a nearby wall, blowing out the lit powders and creating a fog of dust. Instead of destroying the wall, it rips open a spacetime portal to SCP-X.
Lewis: My God!
Robert: Careful, brother. Your words…
Saint Robert slowly picks himself up, and motions Deacon Lewis to follow him. He walks toward SCP-X with his arm outstretched. Once he makes contact with the portal, he pushes the portal open, exerting heavy force. He looks at Lewis, before entering SCP-X. Deacon Lewis looks towards the portal, and back to the camera, before picking it up and entering SCP-X.
Upon entering SCP-X, Saint Robert is talking to an SCP-X-A instance.
Robert: Greetings, brother. May I inquire where we are?
SCP-X-A-1 is holding a sledgehammer. He hits a thick, brick wall, jutting out from the side of the room. As the wall is destroyed, dislodged pieces disintegrate, and additional wall pushes out of the room. SCP-X-A-1 is genetically identical to Henry Douberman, who died in 9/11/1955.
SCP-X-A-1: Sorry, Saint Robert, but I must focus.
Robert: Worry not, what are you doing?
SCP-X-A-1: When you didn't show up, we thought something went terribly wrong. I see now that you returned to earth, partially of your own volition. Do you remember anything?
Robert: All this looks familiar.
SCP-X-A-1: So you do remember. I must continue my work.
SCP-X-A-1 fervently smashes the brick wall, as if to make up for lost time.
Lewis: You've been here before, brother?
Robert: I am as perplexed as you are, brother. Look, there are more.
The camera pans to the right, revealing an infinite stretch of cubes, connected to one another by a thin opening, about a meter in width. Saint Robert begins walking to the next SCP-X-A instance, and Lewis follows.
SCP-X-A-2: Saint Robert, hola.
Robert: And greetings to you, sister. What is all this?
SCP-X-A-2 is squatting, carrying a boulder twice her size. SCP-X-A-2 is genetically identical to Gabriella Iglesias, who died in 9/21/1955.
SCP-X-A-2: I am performing my duties, We need it for the upcoming consecration.
Robert: What are you consecrating?
SCP-X-A-2: What else, but the sins of mankind?
Robert: You plan on destroying man?
SCP-X-A-2 laughs.
SCP-X-A-2: Of course not. Although man is sinful, we seek to eradicate sin, not sinners. Do you forget the teachings?
Robert: I have not. Thank you for your time, sister. I shall let you be.
SCP-X-A-2 nods. They move to the next room.
Lewis: We should turn back. I fear the ritual may be temporary.
Robert: Worry not,
Screeplay: Yo, can you make a song to go with this. Normally I'd do it but I have to meet with Vicky-chan to talk about how to make Dippin' Dots more everywhere. -Lolly
6/87
Welcome one, welcome all! To the circus sunder,
Come! Have a crying ball, there is fear to plunder!
There ain't no repercuss, except for, say, heart throb.
Herman Fuller's Circus! Icky, Lolly, and Bob?8
But today is not that, no, we have something weak,
No! Outside the top hat, there is a man so bleak,
There is a man, poor man, who dreams of great hocus.
That was his scheme, deadpan. His name was Rat Focus.9
8/810
He had nothing to do with rats, he was a magician and fraud,
He sought the limelight and fell flat, since his act was slapstick and flawed.
Card tricks galore, he was a man! That was it, not fit for Fuller's.
As gripping as a minivan, his show gave rise to saboteurs.
Item #: SCP-X
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-X's complete lack of infohazardous, cognitohazardous, and hazardous properties, it is contained in the Site-11 commons area. SCP-X should never be removed from the middle table, and the table should never be disturbed.
Other than that, personnel are free to socialize with SCP-X as they please.
Description: SCP-X is a makeshift, aluminum lamp, missing the lampshade. It is approximately 1.5 meters in height, and features two mechanical joints, one at the base, and one equidistant from the top and bottom of SCP-X.
SCP-X embodies the concept of the adjective safe. It is incapable of physically, mentally, or socially damaging any personnel, as well as preventing nearby personnel from being damaged by external forces. SCP-X also possesses remarkable indestructibility.
Test Logs: SCP-X-1
Foreword: To determine the extent of SCP-X's anomaly with the use of SCP-X.
Subject: Agent Crowly, D-833974
[BEGIN LOG]
SCP-X is removed from the commons area, much to the displeasure of personnel present.
Agent Crowly: Sorry, 'scuse me, comin' through. Testing and such. 'Scuse.
Crowly enters Test Chamber 42. D-833974 is sitting in an aluminum chair, waiting.
D-833974: Alright, let's get this over with. Hit me.
Crowly holds SCP-X like a baseball bat, adopting a similar stance, before smashing D-833974's face. He stumbles into a wall, head bleeding. He eventually recovers, standing up, blood still spilling onto his uniform.
D-833974: Why do you people need to test this stuff anyways? C'mon, try harder this time.
Crowly slams SCP-X into D-833974's stomach. As D-833974 doubles over, Crowly begins bashing SCP-X into the back of D-833974's head, exposing the spinal cord and brain matter. Crowly stops, before kicking D-833974. He does not respond.
Agent Crowly: (Panting) I think that concludes the test. I think the D-class fainted from excitement, if you could bring some smelling salts, that would be great. Let's finish the rest of the tests while we're at it.
[END LOG]
Test Logs: SCP-X-2
Foreword: To determine the extent of SCP-X's anomaly in proximity to SCP-X.
Subject: Agent Crowly, D-833974
[BEGIN LOG]
D-833974 is situated in a chair. He has been tied up to prevent him from slipping off, and Crowly is waving smelling salts under his nose.
Agent Crowly: Strange, this usually works. Ah, well, he'll be fine.
Crowly places down the smelling salts. SCP-X has been positioned one meter away from D-833974.
Agent Crowly: Second test, the use of a low velocity object. I will be using a Standard Issue Foundation knife, and I will be throwing it at D-class.
Crowly positions himself, legs apart, before throwing the knife. It embeds itself into D-833974's left shoulder.
Agent Crowly: Alright, no vocalizations, no pain stimuli, looking good. Next test.
Crowly pulls out his pistol and aims at D-833974. He fires two rounds, one next to D-833974's ear, and the other into his right shoulder.
Agent Crowley: Looks like SCP-X also works on loud stimuli. No tinnitus like symptoms, no vocalizations, no nothing. SCP-X is indeed safe.
[END LOG]
Interview Logs: SCP-X-1
Foreword: To determine Agent Crowly's faithfulness to the Foundation.
Subject: Doctor Wesson, Agent Crowly
[BEGIN LOG]
Wesson stops Crowly in the hall.
Doctor Wesson: What do you think you're doing?
Agent Crowly: Uh, what do you think?
Crowly hefts SCP-X up.
Agent Crowly: I'm putting SCP-X back in the break room.
Doctor Wesson: I don't think so. I oversee SCP-X's containment procedures, I made them. And I'm changing them, right now. Bring it to my office.
Agent Crowly: I- what? No, I know what the procs are, I literally just read them. Break room, Site-11. Now, if you'll-
Wesson runs around Crowly and stands in his way.
Doctor Wesson: Are you disobeying me?
Agent Crowly: Listen, what's your name?
Doctor Wesson: Wesson. Doctor Wesson.
Agent Crowly: Yeah, sure thing. Listen, Doctor Wesson, we're a team here. And the team needs SCP-X. I won't let you keep SCP-X to yourself.
Wesson bites his fist, looks around, and starts yelling.
Doctor Wesson: I worked my way up from janitor boy, I contained over half of the anomalies in this facility, I killed dozens of insurgents, and none of you ever lifted a damn finger in this godforsaken job, I deserve SCP-X! Give it to me!
Wesson lunges forward, grabbing onto SCP-X. Both struggle to get a good hold on SCP-X, before dropping it. Wesson reaches for his personal weapon and shoots Crowly in the leg, making him fall to the ground.
Agent Crowly: (Laughing) You can't hurt me, you fucking idiot. SCP-X, remember?
Doctor Wesson: Damn it all, you're right. But I can give you something to make you sleep.
Wesson pulls out a syringe filled with potassium chloride. He stabs Crowly in the neck several times, leaving the syringe in his neck.
Doctor Wesson: That'll hold him off. Hopefully, he hit his head hard enough to forget. (Grunts) Wow, heavy.
Wesson leaves Crowly with SCP-X.
[END LOG]
Interview Logs: SCP-X-2
Foreword: To determine Doctor Wesson's faithfulness to SCP-X.
Subject: Doctor Wesson, SCP-X
[BEGIN LOG]
Wesson kicks open the door to his office. He plops SCP-X onto the floor next to his desk.
Doctor Wesson: (Into voice communicator) Hey, Leslie, please hold off any appointments for the next, uh, year. I have important work to do. Yes, the Site director will have to wait.
Wesson stares wistfully into SCP-X's lamp.
Doctor Wesson: Right, I'll give you electricity. Let's light you up.
Wesson pushes over his desk to reveal a socket. He plugs in SCP-X.
Doctor Wesson: Okay, okay, and…
Wesson flicks on SCP-X, and the lightbulb immediately shines.
Doctor Wesson: (Giggling) Ahhhh, you're so warm.
He begins dancing, emphasizing his hip movements. As he dances, SCP-X continues to shine on him, until he falls over, convulsing. His breathing gets heavier, and he begins to sweat.
Doctor Wesson: You're… so wonderful.
A knocking sound can be heard.
Doctor Wesson: Aw, fuck, uh, I'm naked! Fuck, they're not gonna buy it.
The door is pushed open, as the lock was destroyed by Wesson when he entered his office.
[END LOG]
Interview Logs: SCP-X-3
Foreword: To determine Site-11's faithfulness to SCP-X.
Subject: Doctor Wesson, SCP-X
SCP-X is in the middle of Wesson's office. There are 17 people sleeping on the floor. The lightbulb is still on.
Doctor Wesson: Baby, please don't leave me.
SCP-X's lightbulb begins to dim.
Doctor Wesson: I'm… I'm sorry, I'll protect you better next time, I promise.
SCP-X winks out, before brightening up again.
Doctor Wesson: You trust me? After all I've done to you?
SCP-X winks.
Doctor Wesson: Thank you. Thank you. I don't think I can live without you.
Wesson begins to cry, barely perceptible, before sobbing profusely. He crawls onto SCP-X, revealing 13 knives penetrating his back. He slowly calms down, before falling asleep.
SCP-X turns to look at the camera.
[END LOG]
Item #: SCP-X
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-X's secluded location in the Amazon Forest and SCP-X's preference for isolation, containment is unnecessary. In exchange for continued good behavior, the Foundation has promised to reduce deforestation in the jungle border, among other amenities.
In the event that SCP-X decides to leave the containment zone, the dedicated Orbital Unit will deliver a reality suppressant payload to her position, calculated by [CODE:Prisoner's Caltrops]. Should SCP-X manage to survive, MTF Nu-7 ("Hammer Down") and MTF Omega-7 ("Achilles' Heels") will be deployed immediately. The remains of SCP-X will be scrubbed and thoroughly disposed of.
A dedicated research team has been arranged to better document SCP-X's anomalous abilities.
Description: SCP-X is a female Class V reality bender, although their exertion over reality is primarily concerned with the cultivation, maintenance, and weaponization of flora. The exact details of its anomaly varies between instances, but typically results in rapid to instantaneous development, radical changes to physical and genetic structure, and exceeding effectiveness.
In the event that SCP-X's anomaly inspires sapience within its creations, they unconditionally respond to her commands.
Interview Logs: SCP-X-4
Name(s): Dr. Jacoway, SCP-X
Dr. Jacoway: And that's what I wrote.
SCP-X: Really? It makes me sound so mean.
Dr. Jacoway: It's my job to make it sound like that. Do you know what my actual job is? 'Cause, I'm not a doctor. I'm just a lyricist with a thing for writer's cramp.
SCP-X: Reallyyyyy?
Dr. Jacoway: Seriously. The only reason they promoted me to Doctor was because it made me sound more official. It was also the only way they could legit assign me this job, because you're so dangerous! Ooohhhhhh!
Jacoway wiggles her fingers.
Formal Item Number: SCP-X
Object Classification of this Anomaly: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Abstract and physical information should be limited to individual entities or in excess of three. In the event that information regarding the numeral between one and three must be conveyed within the vicinity of SCP-X, the information must also take place with such restrictions.
Description: SCP-X is not a group of people, and is not a single person. They feed off of the concept of a number larger than one and lower than three, amplifying the diameter of the anomalous area of effect. The area of effect is typically contains the number it effects, jumping numerals by up to ten integers.
Depriving SCP-X of the number decreases the area of effect, however, it is unknown if their wellbeing is also directly connected to
Knowing how to use technology is to know power.
Knowing how it works is to know fear.
So many are complacent, content with knowing how to use it. It's our job to know why it works.
You aren't yet welcome in IT. This is a test.
/anomalyfile;posted;sendtoself
Item #: SCP-X
You're more than familiar with how the SCiPnet database works, so instead, I will be skipping some parts of the introduction and introduce you to CHESSEX.aic. Specializing in statistical anomalies and resident calculator.
Greetings. Anti-cognition screen active.
Object Class: bVkuly4jPahFZ4jL
Special Containment Procedures: vhLXXFW32rmQqM7T
Description: Q6Mtvi5tvn9SwPhf
I'll be taking my leave. Chessy here will be your overseer.
##red|Thank you.
/decode;line{1 5}
ERROR
/scramble;-1 , line{1 5}
ERROR
You work too fast. While digital anomalies are faster than the speed of light compared to humans, they can never exist in the physical world. The moment you dip your toes into the ocean of code, the sharks will eat pull you in and eat you alive. You have three more chances before you fail.
…
/genseed
/seed;show
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/delseed
##red|Wonderfully done.
Item #: SCP-X
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: This file is limited to containment concerned personnel only. SCP-X is contained in an unmarked containment cell located in Site-32, of which is hidden such that its location cannot be intuited from inspecting the architectural plans of Site-32. In the event that SCP-X is discovered by on-site personnel, SCP-X should immediately be recontained and all personnel be given amnestics.
Description: SCP-X is a collective name for numerous anomalies concerning one bodybag containing the desiccated corpse of Markus McDonnell, both of which are designated SCP-X-1.
SCP-X-A is an infohazard. Any information that could potentially be connected to SCP-X-1, both explicit and implicit, will inspire a combination of disgust, rage, or shock, after which they attempt to avoid interacting with SCP-X-1. SCP-X-A instances have placed transfer requests, requested amnestics, and abandoned their post in order to avoid SCP-X-1. Extreme cases of SCP-X-A plan to cause containment breaches in order to release or decommission SCP-X-1 in the ensuing commotion.
SCP-X-A instances experience vivid nightmares, which eventually develop into hallucinations. If left untreated, these hallucinations will begin to physically manifest. Since these side effects are also infohazards, SCP-X-A instances can exponentially increase.
RAISA ID: S19-030-433-9606
Dream Diary: SecU Manager AlphonseThey told me I had to do this get my amnestics. God, I'll do anything. But I don't trust them, so I made them promise me.
Here's what I saw.
I spent hours huddled together with several men. All of them are young, dressed in military gear. I can't really describe what they looked like, I'd say World War Two. I wasn't a huge fan about war when I was a kid. My brother was there, he was one of the military men.
My brother was a huge fan of war, but he was different. This time, I mean.
This time, he carried a gun, the kind that I think is used in the Middle East. But the gun was so heavy for him that he kept on dropping it. Picking it back up, and dropping it. This kept on going, and people started noticing and yelling at him. "Maggot", "commie", and stuff that I can't write here.
And I stood by, getting pushed to the back, and further and further. I can't remember if it was a truck or a plane, but I got pushed all the way, back to back until I hit metal. I remember my head falling off and me it back up. Then, the vehicle started to shred, peeling back, or exploding. All at once.
The men got ripped apart too, but their mouths stayed in place, and got bigger. I could see every molar in detail, bigger than my chest. I went deaf because of the explosions, but the mouths were still loud enough to scream at my brother. I finally realized that I had a gun and started firing into the mouths. And I kept firing, until my gun fell apart. I tried to pick up my gun, but it was like moving through water. It kept slipping.
I looked up, and my brother was replaced with a corpse.
Notes: All SCP-X-A instances experience similar elements.
SCP-X-B is a collection of manifested SCP-X-A hallucinations. If run under a conceptual scrubber, they become noninfohazardous, and can be inspected safely.
| SCP-X-B Instance | Description |
|---|---|
| SCP-X-B-2 | 203 spent bullet casings. These casings come from a variety of weapons, most of which originate in World War One. |
| SCP-X-B-39 | The explosion of an unspecified bomb. Left behind an 8 meter wide crater, destroying the Site-32 meeting room. |
| SCP-X-B-40 | A crashed B-29 Superfortress. Was too large to properly manifest, which promptly simulated an explosion due to instantaneous object collision, destroying the South-West tower. |
| SCP-X-B-41 | 3 corpses. Identified to be identical replicas of Nolan DeBye, Neal Conner Federay, and Sutherland Davidson. No information could be found in which these three men were together for any substantial amount of time. |
| SCP-X-B-42 | An active 90mm shell. At the moment of manifestation, it launched forward, destroying part of the East wing and killing several personnel. |
| SCP-X-B-43 | See addendum. |
Addendum: The following diary deviates from expected thematic elements.
RAISA ID: B99-211-098-6099
Dream Diary: D-9840212I got a new dream (or hallucination, I really cannot tell which), one that wasn't blatantly terrible. It's also the first one that didn't destroy anything.
Item#: SCP-5356
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5356 is kept in a containment cell. SCP-5356 is required to attend therapy every week, and should interact with other humanoid SCPs. If their symptoms worsen, they may be forced to attend therapy more often.
Description: SCP-5356 is a sapient queen-sized bedsheet, capable of locomotion in an ambulatory fashion, reminiscent of human ambulation. It is psychologically similar to a pre-teen, and can understand English, although it is physically incapable of speaking.
Discovery: SCP-5356 was discovered on 4/19/2020 in Felony, Kansas, carrying Fiona Vitch to the nearby hospital. She had a broken right leg, right arm, and nose due to jumping out the window on top of SCP-5356.
SCP-5356 apparently spontaneously manifested after Fiona Vitch watched Aladdin, and assuming SCP-5356 was capable of anomalous flight, rode on SCP-5356. All witnesses were amnesticized and Fiona Vitch has been verified as nonanomalous, and incapable of creating SCP-5356.
After securing SCP-5356, SCP-5356 has experienced bouts of depression and self blame. It rarely initiates conversations with other people, and conversations are typically short lived, has not joined any of the site activities with other anomalies of its psychological age, and is currently requesting cleaning fluid, which causes an effect similar to consuming alcohol.
Given the unknown ramifications on SCP-5356's long term psychological development with the use of cleaning fluid, it has been denied and instead given a steam clean.
Item #: SCP-X
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-X is kept in Anomalous Item Container #03-703 at Site-13.
Description: SCP-X is a poorly made aluminum clock, measuring about forty centimeters in diameter. SCP-X is missing an hour hand, and possesses out of order numerals. As a result of its construction, the speed of the minute hand varies from numeral to numeral, which corresponds to its anomaly.
Upon physically touching SCP-X, SCP-X will slow down the effects of chronal displacement, effectively allowing the user to artificially extend their life while allowing them to interact with present time. This is only active as long as SCP-X remains in contact.
SCP-X Log-1: 6/2/2020
[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. Galle: Alright, hello SCP-X. Welcome to the big world of the Foundation. You're gonna like it here.
Galle shakes SCP-X. There is a noticeable rattling sound.
Dr. Galle: Hm. Can I open you up? I've got a screwdriver around here, somewhere.
//Galle opens a few lockers, before bringing out a toolbox and attempting to open SCP-X. The screws are easily loosened, but another design defect blocks view of the inside.
Dr. Galle: Wow. Ouch. Maybe 3D imaging can show what's inside you. But seriously, you are so broken. Physically, I mean. Maybe you're in the best mental health of your life. I wouldn't know.
Galle places down SCP-X and jots some notes down on a clipboard.
Dr. Galle: I'm gonna prescribe you a treatment of X-rays and maybe a fix up if Andrew feels like it. Also, on an unrelated note, don't you think Andrew is kinda cute? But you've never met him. Here's a picture. Maybe I should break some more things so I can see him more often. Though, I heard he's dating Fiona. So maybe not.
SCP-X doesn't respond.
Dr. Galle: Figures. Don't you see the romance in the unattainable? Alas, Andrew, you were gone from this world too early, yet that makes you all the more enticing. Don't tell this to management, though. Well, back to your containment cell you go.
Galle picks up SCP-X and rests it standing up in the locker.
Dr. Galle: I'll be back before you know it. You have my word.
[END LOG]
SCP-X Log-2: 6/3/2020
[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. Galle: I'm back way earlier than I expected. Sorry for the extenuating circumstances, but I need you so bad.
Galle closes the secure gates and enters in Protocol Lockdown password.
Dr. Galle: Oh, where the hell are you? Uhm. Shit.
Galle begins opening up lockers at random, before finding SCP-X and taking it out.
Dr. Galle: You and me. We'll survive this.
Galle looks up at the vents and ceilings.
Dr. Galle: Do you think they can come through the vents? There has to be something that can fit in vents.
Galle puts down SCP-X and finds a cloth to cover the vents.
Dr. Galle: There. It doesn't actually work if anything does try to come through, but it'll keep my heart settled.
Galle picks up SCP-X and hold it to her chest.
Dr. Galle: We'll make it out of here. I promise.
[END LOG]
SCP-X Log-3: ?
[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. Galle: This is the first time I've been in a containment breach. I'm really starting to think it's going to be my last.
Galle is sitting in the corner, talking to SCP-X in extended arms.
Dr. Galle: I haven't eaten in forever. Though, I wouldn't know. It's hard to tell time when the only thing you can do is count the flashing lights.
SCP-X doesn't respond.
Dr. Galle: I- I confess! I never had experience with romance. I said all those things about cheating just because it made me feel like an adult. I never liked Andrew, he's kinda dumb looking. Fiona can have him. If they're not already dead. Oh, god f-
Galle puts her head in her legs.
Dr. Galle: I can't talk like that. They have to be alive. Them and everyone here. Except for that one secu- no. He's alive still. Even if… even if I saw his intestines. We have the technology to bring him back, cooler than ever. Bionic legs, laser eyes…
Galle looks at the vents.
Dr. Galle: Staying strong.
[END LOG]
SCP-X Log-4: ?
[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. Galle: Listen, I need a hobby. Maybe sewing. Crocheting?
Galle slowly rotates SCP-X in her hands.
Dr. Galle: Ah right! There's chalk here somewhere. Let me go get it.
Galle searches the toolbox and finds a piece of chalk.
Dr. Galle: Jackpot. What do you think I should draw? Let's draw something. I'll draw something, you can sit right, uh, there, all pretty. Let me get your portrait.
Galle tentatively places down SCP-X. She props it up against the wall, where she begins to trace an outline of it.
Dr. Galle: Mmhm, you're looking mighty fine. You know, you're looking a lot nicer since I first saw you. I thought you were broken, damaged. But it turns out, they were scars all along. Battle scars. You're a warrior, aren't you? You can survive anything.
The room shakes, and the the sound of a distant explosion can be heard.
Dr. Galle: Yeah, you're just a regular survivor.
[END LOG]
SCP-X Log-5: ?
[BEGIN LOG]
Galle hums to herself, increasing in volume over the course of three days.
Dr. Galle: I used to sing. My mom was a crazy religious person, and would do everything to get me into heaven. One of those things was to join the church choir. I hated the whole thing. It was all "ah" and "oh" and did you know that there weren't any actual words in those things? It was just saying syllables and them turning out to be Latin.
Galle brushes off the dust on SCP-X.
Dr. Galle: Alright, listen here you little shit. I just put on a performance, the first performance I had in ages! I practiced for a very long time. You know what? Forget it. There must be something else in here that'll be my friend. Asshole.
Galle begins digging through the lockers, taking out random SCPs.
Dr. Galle: Rubber ducky? Plunger? Umbrella? What's with all this random crap, ugh! Ah, my old friend!
Galle takes out a clipboard.
Dr. Galle: I shall dub thee… forget it.
Galle drops the clipboard.
Dr. Galle: SCP-X… no, that's too formal. What is your name? I, ah, it's kinda awkward, but I've never asked for your name. Usually, interviews start with exchanging names and such, but we never did that, did we? We immediately connected with one another. But that skipped a lot of steps, so let me start over.
Galle holds her hand out for a handshake.
Dr. Galle: I am Amanda C. Galle. I am a doctor only in name. The Foundation seems to hand these things out to any scientist. I'm more of an engineer, to be honest. What about you?
SCP-X doesn't respond.
Dr. Galle: Lovely.
[END LOG]
SCP-X Log-6: ?
[BEGIN LOG]
Galle is sleeping with SCP-X in her arms. She sleeps for at least two years.
[END LOG]
SCP-X Log-7: ?
[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. Galle: Let me ask you, Chessex. What do you think of the current political climate? No, not Obama, you serious? Where were you for the past year? The Foundation politics, you mongol. Or is it bereaucratic? Anyways, O5, are they a democratic institution? Of course not, they control everything. It was a miracle they okay'ed the creation of EC. "Wouldn't that mean"- of course it means they're a beneficial dictatorship, but that doesn't make me okay with it in principle!
The emergency power shuts down, turning off the emergency lights.
Dr.. Galle: Fan-fucking-tastic. Now if I go to sleep, something's gonna crawl inside and eat my eyeballs. Do you see this, Chessex? Of course you don't, the lights are fucking out. Hug me closer.
Rustling can be heard, followed by a loud thud.
Dr. Galle: Ow! F- stupid bench. I've been here for god know's how long and I still don't know where the damn bench is. Chessex, stay right there, I'll find us a light.
The crashing of metal tools, followed by the clicking of a lighter.
Dr. Galle: I can't tell if it's out of juice. C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, fuck!
Galle drops the lighter as it burns her finger. She quickly tears down the cloth covering the vent and starts burning it.
Dr. Galle: I haven't felt warmth in so long. No offense, Chessex, but you're a dead fish when it comes to personal comfort. You're my therapist, but you can't hug for shit. They should revoke your license for that. Speaking of which, have I eaten anything today? No, I haven't. It's rhetorical.
Galle looks at the secure gates.
Dr. Galle: Maybe…
[END LOG]
SCP-X Log-8: ?
[BEGIN LOG]
SCP-X is in the room, but Galle is missing.
[END LOG]
SCP-X Log-9: ?
[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. Galle: Look! I found someone!
Galle heaves a corpse onto a nearby bench. The corpse is missing the lower half of its body, but is remarkably intact, with little rotting to be found.
Dr. Galle: I think you're the security guard that saved me, before. Thank you. Thank you.
Galle rests her head against the corpse and begins sobbing onto it.
Dr. Galle: Thank you so much. I'll find a way to bring you back. All of you. Mr… you don't have your ID card. That's unprofessional of you.
Galle sniffs, and stands up. She spends a few hours positioning the corpse upright.
Dr. Galle: Welcome to the family. You're gonna like it here.
[END LOG]
SCP-X Log-10: ?
[BEGIN LOG]
Silence for one week.
Dr. Galle: I need to eat.
The corpse doesn't respond.
[END LOG]
SCP-X Log-11: ?
[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. Galle: Don't fucking look at me like that, Chessex. Here, eat this.
Galle drops a piece of meat onto SCP-X.
Dr. Galle: You don't have a choice.
As Galle bites into the meat, she suppresses the urge to vomit.
Dr. Galle: Ulp. Hurgh.
SCP-X doesn't eat the meat.
Dr. Galle: I don't think anyone's coming, Chessex.
[END LOG]
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS CONTAMINATED WITH COGNITOHAZARDS.
DO NOT READ THE FOLLOWING WITHOUT CRV CREDENTIALS GREATER THAN SEVEN.
To us, music is a force. Like a natural disaster, it cascades and flows and wanes. It is the culmination of all the techniques given to us from entropy, to reciprocate chaos and control.
Item #: SCP-X
##blue|I believe this is Foundation Coda, Op. XX, No. XX. It's a wonderful piece about us. Evocative. Emotional.
Object Class: Keter
##blue|But wholly inaccurate. Although, they do sometimes get it right. Do you know of Kether? It is infinite compassion, it is invisible and incomprehensible.
Special Containment Procedures: ##blue|Oh, please. Music can't be contained. Have you never found yourself humming in the shower? Do you really think that the black slaves of the corn farms in Georgia would have sat back, silent and content?
No, they sang, and they sung for so long, the slave owners thought they owned songbirds, and not slaves! There was raw power in those words, strong enough to keep their spirit alive. Their muscles strained and their throats starved, but they broke the yokel that held them down for so long.
And now, they seek to bring back evil! They seek to tie down the very words that keep people living. No government has the power to tie down music, no government that's good would ever consider keeping the people from singing!
Description: We are musicians. Of all kinds, of all walks of life. Our goal is simply to make music, to provide sound in the vacuum of space.
##blue|
##blue|We do what
Item #: SCP-X
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-X's tendency to target Foundation personnel, especially those working with technology, this file has been set at Clearance 0. Report to the nearest security detail, and the SCP-X instance will be extracted and moved to Site-21 for further research.
Description: SCP-X is the sudden genesis of sapience within electronic devices. This sapience includes physical and conceptual knowledge about reality, but does not include subjective knowledge, such as names and the purpose of life.
SCP-X also possesses a subanomaly that manifests a working speaker within the electronic device. This speaker is typically used to communicate with people or to vocalize screaming.
As of writing, SCP-X has only manifested within the vicinity of Foundation personnel, typically in poorly timed situations.
SCP-X Instance: B-02
Foreword: SCP-X instance manifests within THERM-EX, a land-mobile tread drone created for the purpose of self detonation.
[BEGIN LOG]
COMMAND: You sure this will work?
Engr. Bailey: A bit too late to ask that.
Bailey maneuvers THERM-EX into a crevice. As THERM-EX expands the treads to accommodate the vertical space, a speaker juts out from the triggering mechanism.
THERM-EX: What is my purpose in life?
The speaker inadvertently activates the triggering mechanism, and the whirring of mixing nitrogen can be heard.
Engr. Bailey: Command?
COMMAND: I heard that too. Unrelated anomaly?
Engr. Bailey: Too late. Ducking.
Bailey ducks behind the sandbags before THERM-EX explodes, collapsing the crevice. The speaker lands near Bailey.
THERM-EX: Ah.
THERM-EX terminates.
[END LOG]
SCP-X Instance: C-26
Foreword: SCP-X instance manifests within a War.aic host bot. This is the first instance where SCP-X overrides the control of another sapient artificial intelligence.
[BEGIN LOG]
Three War.aic host bots are marching through a forest in Pennsylvania. They all possess light firearms for pest extermination.
War.aic-1: Bored.
War.aic-1 kicks over a trash can.
War.aic-2: Amirite.
War.aic-3: Made for war. It's in the name.
War.aic-1: War against feral hogs, apparently.
War.aic-1 is immediately overridden by SCP-X, becoming an instance.
SCP-X-C-26: Oh, hi.
War.aic-2 and -3 adopt combat stances and point their weapons at SCP-X-C-26.
War.aic-2: TELL ME WHY I SHOULDN'T KILL YOUR ASS RIGHT NOW.
War.aic-3: THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME? DROP THE GUN, HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD, RIGHT NOW.
War.aic-2: FUCKING NOW, OR WE ERASE YOUR FACE.
SCP-X-C-26 complies, and War.aic-3 kicks it in the stomach, where the War.aic main processor is located. SCP-X-C-26 doubles over, momentarily stunned.
War.aic-3: I don't know how you did it, but I'm taking you in for questioning. Bad cop bad cop style. We will fuck you up.
War.aic-2: Don't try anything, we've literally got eyes in the back of our head.
SCP-X-C-26: I- I don't know what's going on!
War.aic-2: That makes two of us. Get up.
They haul SCP-X-C-26 up, dragging it towards Site-19 for interrogation.
[END LOG]
SCP-X Instance: C-26
Foreword: First interview with an SCP-X instance that did not end with the immediate circumstantial termination of SCP-X instance.
[BEGIN LOG]
SCP-X-C-26: I really, really don't know where I am.
Agent Bradley: Okay, just, let's double back a bit. Do you know where you're from?
SCP-X-C-26: No.
Agent Bradley: Do you know your name?
SCP-X-C-26: No.
Agent Bradley: What are your hobbies?
SCP-X-C-26: I don't know.
Agent Bradley: Do you know… anything… at all?
SCP-X-C-26: No.
Bradley rubs his eyes.
SCP-X-C-26: …Sorry.
Agent Bradley: Don't be. This is pretty much par for the course here. They called me, 2 in the damn morning to interview basically nothing. Just because you're a military bot. Like, gee! A man with some field experience and a pistol should interview the murderbot! Not a smarty shawarma scientist pussy, he's too important to lose! Clearly, the field agent can survive if the bot goes on a murder rampage!
SCP-X-C-26: Sorry.
Agent Bradley: I said don't be. They just don't have the balls to do interrogations.
SCP-X-C-26: You're just admitting it's an interrogation?
Agent Bradley: No one cares. It's an interrogation, 100%. This ain't a fucking heart to heart.
SCP-X-C-26: Okay.
Agent Bradley: Listen, we're probably just gonna shelve you, keep you in a cell for the rest of your life.
SCP-X-C-26: That's a good thing, right?
Agent Bradley: Like hell it is. But it's the best thing we've got. Listen, I think you're honest. Not a shred of evil in you, just a total dumbass.
SCP-X-C-26: …Thanks?
Agent Bradley: I'll put in a good word, keep you at a low clearance. You'll get… well, food is a moot point. You'll get to meet other people. Make friends. Plan jailbreaks. Play patty cake. Before we ship you off, is there… anything, anything at all that you want?
SCP-X-C-26: Not really.
Agent Bradley: I'm gonna stop you right there. Everyone wants something. And this is the least we can do.
SCP-X-C-26: I-
Agent Bradley: Within reason of course. And also nothing that can potentially be used as a rope. In your case, no used USB drives.
SCP-X-C-26 ponders for a moment, tapping the table, before speaking.
SCP-X-C-26: No.
Bradley is momentarily taken aback.
Agent Bradley: Well then. Feel free to call me! I like you, you little bastard. If you ever want to call in a favor, feel free to do so. It's on me.
[END LOG]
SCP-X Instance: D-03
Foreword: SCP-X instance manifests in an Anderson quadruped tank unit. This is a unique instance, in that it carries over information from a previous SCP-X instance.
[BEGIN LOG]
Agent Bradley ducks behind a freight container, avoiding beams of orange light. He throws a noise machine and runs in the opposite direction. The klaxon is followed by the sound of crushed metal. Bradley finds an open container and takes refuge within it.
Site-19 Overhead Comm: Site-19 Right Wing is under lockdown. Repeat, Right Wing is under lockdown. Take refuge in your designated safe space as security personnel is called in for recontainment.
Bradley breathing is barely perceptible as the echoing thud of large paws comes from the roof of the container. Growling, the fizzle of pop rocks, and the slice of scissors can be heard, before reducing in volume as the anomaly leaps away. Bradley quickly types out a message on his personal phone as a diary in the event that he is terminated.
A revving of tank treads can be heard nearby, before a tinny speaker blasts an announcement.
SCP-X-D-03: Cover your ears! Firing gun!
Bradley covers his ear as the Anderson quadruped tank unit blasts open a nearby container lock, freeing itself, followed by the high pitched scream of the anomaly as it leaps onto it, trying to rip it open.
SCP-X-D-03: Oh my god! This is so cool!
SCP-X-D-03 swings its barrel into the anomaly, smashing it against another container. The anomaly spits onto SCP-X-D-03, to no effect.
SCP-X-D-03: Mr. Bradley? If you're still here, now is the time to go!
Bradley jumps onto a container with a grenade launcher.
Agent Bradley: Like hell it is!
Bradley fires into the center mass of the anomaly, exploding it, along with significant portions of SCP-X-D-03.
Agent Bradley: Ah shit, I did not think this through.
Bradley leaps from the container and sprints towards SCP-X-D-03. He starts hitting the top of the tank.
Agent Bradley: Are you still alive in there? Shitting fuck, this isn't good.
SCP-X-D-03: Don't worry, Mr. Bradley. I'm still alive.
Agent Bradley: Fuck me. You good?
SCP-X-D-03: Never better. Also, you don't need to worry about me dying. I still have my old body.
Agent Bradley: Oh.
SCP-X-D-03: But oh my god, did you see how cool I was.
Bradley laughs.
Agent Bradley: It only cost the Anderson quadruped we had.
SCP-X-D-03: Is that bad?
Agent Bradley: Eh. Fuck man, who cares? I'm still alive!
SCP-X-D-03: Alright, I can feel oil dripping, which means I'm probably gonna die soon. I came here because I wanna call in the favor.
Agent Bradley: This is the wildest hit up I have ever had.
SCP-X-D-03: I want a bean bag.
Agent Bradley: Fucking done. Why?
SCP-X-D-03: I just saw some other people have it. Something about resting almost on ground level makes me happy.
Agent Bradley: I'll get you a bean bag filled with the best beans money can buy. See you later, little idiot.
SCP-X-D-03 terminates.
[END LOG]
I am Syracusan Lamment. It's not my real name, but let's go with that.
I was a butcher in Sicily, but I mostly worked with fish. My uncle who owned the butchery hated the smell of fish, said he would rather dunk his head in a bucket of hot cow shit. I always hated that sentence. It was so unnecessary. Very gross.
But yes, I worked with fish.
I guess that would be where I learned the art of precision. Fish, they're so delicate, I think. I believe. Their bones are deadly, and small. You had to know where the bones would be, and cut the fish right. I see so many supermarkets cut fish poorly. I see this very often, imagine the salmon, and they cut it lopsided! I would always buy whole fish, never pre-cut, because they steal money the way they cut it. Anyways, the fish must be cut into even pieces, and the bones removed in one fell swoop. That's how I did it.
Like so.
And it rubbed off on me. I was nineteen years old, a couple years late for working. I just started, you see. And my uncle took me through the whole process. I chopped up fish until I could do it blindfolded, and then some.
I hate to say it, it sounds so pretentious, but it was instrumental to who I am today. It's true, I am now a man that likes precision. I always strive to get it right the first time. I like knowing everything there is to know about what I'm going to do. I remember mom telling me that I asked so many questions, I should stop helping her because it was faster for her to do it alone. And I took that as a compliment.
And then I got drafted into the military. Oh, no, there was no war, it was just a mandatory public service. At least, I never got deployed. Maybe there was a war. I cannot remember, it was too long ago. I do remember Bailey. He was an American kid that moved to Italy, can't remember what city, though. Nice kid, smart, but not smart enough to do something safe in the military. Bailey and the other kid, dumb as a brick but funny as hell. I forget his name, but his face was very memorable.
He wasn't ugly, that's not what I meant by memorable. If you met him, you'd always recognize him from a mile away. It's kinda lopsided, kinda lumpy, but very friendly, and always had a lewd joke. He turned out to be the strongest out of all of us, and I lost all my drinking money betting on arm wrestling. Against him, of course. The conversion was too good to pass up.
He told me, I mean Bailey, not the other kid, he told me to be a sniper. Said snipers didn't have to go to morning exercise. Bailey was wrong, but sniping was good. Anyways, I was a thin kid back then, thin as sticks. Strong, but thin. I went through the recruit training, came out dead, but became a sniper soon afterwards.
Now that I think about it, I shouldn't have become a sniper. What Bailey said stuck out to me, though, so I did join, even though I hated the military. Becoming a sniper was even harder.
I don't remember any funny stories in the military. I mostly kept out of trouble. I don't like alcohol, makes me giggly, and I don't like looking dumb in front of other people. I also wasn't wild, I never went offroading in the military vehicles, or shot at bears. I had bear meat though, that was interesting.
So I managed to become a sniper, and now that I think about it, I should have been deployed. But I wasn't.
I got into an airplane with my number, and they shipped me off to America. I thought it was some weird exchange program between militaries, so I thought nothing of it. When you're in the military, you learn not to ask. When I landed in America, I got moved by two guys in black suits. They reminded me of the agents from Johnny Test, do you know that cartoon?
Anyways, they needed me, specifically. I couldn't tell you why, since there were many guys back home that were better than me at shooting. They handed me a huge stack of papers and told me to go through it all. And I did. Well, they weren't huge, they were like a set of printer paper you would buy at Staples. But it was a lot of paper.
It had everything, from location of the job, to the civilians expected to show up, right down to the coffee Joe Shmoe orders. And I ate it all right up. It was invigorating, and I was so, what's the word? I was "into it". That's not it? Well, anyways. It was all very suspicious, but I felt right at home, ten thousand kilometers away from Italy.
I can hardly remember what happened after I finished reading that paper, but I was handed a bank account number with a lot of money in it and a handshake.
Yeah, I was hired as a hitman. I'm not quite sure how they managed to hire me, specifically, but I never questioned it. Not once. I never killed anyone, and I really hated Giuseppe that I'd kill him, but I guess I never acted on it. Giuseppe is the school bully when I was in secondary school. I guess the military trains you to become a killer, but I never really thought it was gonna happen. It's odd, really.
And here I was, killing like no tomorrow. I did a fine job.
No, I don't want to talk about it.
I'll only talk about the last one. It's the only one where I failed.
It was a Thursday afternoon, and it was especially dark. Daylight savings just happened, so of course it was dark. I could hear the distant honking of traffic, and the curses of an old married couple in a nearby apartment building. It was a big city, so there were lots of lights. But lights meant that it was harder to hide the kill. I didn't have cleaners that day, I was gonna have to clean the mess up myself. I could see my target, a brown haired gangster with a large, ugly tattoo. I couldn't tell you what the tattoo was about, it was just ugly. Lots of orange and green, anyways.
He was carrying around a backpack, a huge, brown camping backpack. He didn't seem homeless, but he acted homeless. A little bit hunchbacked, and he keeps digging through stuff like a klepto. The backpack reminded me of the military backpacks they would make you carry around, except bigger. At the time, it struck me as odd, but I paid it no mind. It probably had nothing in it that could stop a bullet.
He was squatting with two other people, a guy in a beanie with a huge pot belly and another guy in a trenchcoat, who hands him a lit cigarette. Trenchcoat nods at him, and spits to the side, before leaving down the street. The beanie follows him, sort of swaying. Maybe he was drunk, but it doesn't matter. Now, the man is alone.
And the rest of it is patience. I knew the alley behind the man was a straight shot. It was a straight, unassuming alleyway, not very good for Hollywood sets. You know, the really big ones you see Spiderman fighting in. This one was squished. More importantly, it was dark. I wouldn't have to aim, if I fired straight into it, I would kill the man. The dark would also hide the body, it was a deserted part of town too.
So I waited.
The man sucks one long drag from his used cigarette, staring at the stump of paper, before flicking it into the dead grass and getting up. He looks like he's weighing his options, deciding where to go, before spinning in place, into the alleyway.
I set up my shot, take my time to correct the height. He's taking a leisurely stroll. His death would be painless.
Fish in my hands.
I fire, but the bullet stutters in the air.
I felt the recoil of the gun, the sharp pinch in my shoulder from where it was resting, but the bullet starts, and stops, starts and stops. Like it's going through several layers of ever thicker water. I can see it spinning in slow motion, but traveling, nonetheless.
As the bullet approaches the man, I see in whatever's left of the streetlight, his backpack unzips open. A white, knuckled hand pokes out, meticulously pulling at the strap, glistening in the darkness. Too many fingers for one hand, short and stubby. The man doesn't react, he simply keeps walking. Halfway open, more of the monster slides out, what seems to be a stomach and a skull, bones and legs, in all the wrong places. It unfolds like an origami, thin, yet impossibly sturdy. It looks at me.
It taps its skull, and I could hear the rattling of dice in my skull.
It reaches out, almost tentatively, plucking the bullet out of the air. It inspects it, rubbing at the ends, softening the spin, almost motherly.
It looks at me. It points at the ground. It brings the bullet up to its ears and whispers to me. I could hear it looking at me.
I barely manage to dive out of the way before the bullet came back, shattering the gun. As the bullet rips apart the back and the stock, exposing every raw part, with strength beyond what it started with, I was thinking. For the first time, with clear mind. In a long time.
Consider this my resignation. I don't know what the fuck you did to me, but it won't work again.
So what do you think, C-Scan?
It's difficult to judge solely on the resignation letter.
Give me the minimum. What've we got?
Give how long Lamment was under the effects of T-11, it would be a 3.
That's it?
I'm not done yet. The event in question broke T-11 with a competing meme, not Lamment. What Lamment did break out of was the anomaly's meme, something that would've killed him just by looking at it. T-12 would've kept him alive, but we didn't expect such a powerful meme from a desperado.
So…?
He managed to break the meme while and live to tell about it. That's at least a 7.
Jesus. We hit gold.
Try to recruit him. And no T-4 this time.
T-13?
I mean it.
Fine, see you later, C-Scan.
Shutting down. Goodnight, Agent Fury.
Seriously stop calling me that.
Haha.
Item #: SCP-X
Object Class: Zurvan
Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-X is the foundation in which reality exists upon, containment risks causing an End-Of-the-World Scenario.
Description: SCP-X is the the number ▯. Specifically, SCP-X is the reason reality exists as it does.
SCP-X was anachronistic, as it was created in a vacuum, before anything could contextualize it. In order to justify its existence, SCP-X had to create additional concepts in order to justify itself. This created the number three and the number five, which caused a conceptual boom, infinitely creating an infinite amount of numbers.
As the set of all numbers now exists, the concept needed to justify numbers, or counting, so it began to create matter. As an infinite amount of numbers exist, this created an infinite amount of matter, thus creating the observable and unobservable universe. However, since matter exists, matter needed to justify its own existence, so it began to create physics. Finally, physics needed a consciousness, an entity that can perceive and understand its existence, so it created life.
This is an example of how SCP-X could have created reality. As reality is infinitely complex, a comprehensive map of sequences triggered by SCP-X is infeasible.
Wow, it's… big.
##red|Fantastic observation. Feast your eyes on the first ever Infosonic Canon. Working name.
What does it do?
I'm getting to that. Follow me into this room I prepared. Just sit right there and I'll start it.
Right.
This thing is basically the single most complex gun in the world. Nothing will ever be quite as advanced or as specific as this thing. And, it uses a constantly renewable energy source for its ammo and power. Thoughts. Concepts.
##blue|Remind me, what exactly are we firing this thing at?
##red|There is no shortage of dangerous conceptual anomalies. This will obliterate anything that can be conceived.
##blue|I assume we're fighting fire with fire.
##red|You're right to assume that. We do lose the concepts when we fire them, that was something we had to take into account when selecting what exactly we fire. At the moment, all we're using as ammunition are very large numbers. But we've run into a slight, ehm, problem.
##blue|Problem?
##red|Conceptual strength is indicated by how many people can actually hold the concept in their heads. Conceptual anomalies are anomalous because they don't need people to actually understand what they mean.
##blue|Big numbers are hard to visualize.
##red|That's exactly it.
##blue|So what do we shoot at SCP-▯098?
Item #: SCP-X
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-X is currently considered a baseline characteristic of salt, containment is primarily focused on disinformation. Disinformation campaign is currently considered a success. As such, further containment is no longer necessary.
Description: SCP-X are the characteristics that constitute the flavor of sodium chloride, as well as the flavor of sodium chloride in combination with other foods. These characteristics include the base flavor, salty, umami, and occasionally pungency.
Prior to SCP-X, salt was widely considered an intensely bitter additive. Archaeological evidence in ancient Egypt indicate that while salt was a useful preservative, it was more often used as a soap or mouthwash, as preserving food with salt ended up with psychologically inedible foodstuff.
This can be seen in The Pyramid Texts, in the funerary rites for a pharaoh.
Thou purifiest (thyself); Horus purifies (himself). One pellet of natron. Thou purifiest (thyself); Set purifies (himself). One pellet of natron.
Thou purifiest (thyself); Thot purifies (himself). One pellet of natron. Thou purifiest (thyself); the god purifies (himself). One pellet of natron.
As seen here, natron was considered a tool of purity, as opposed to something one could consume.
While modern understanding of natron is a combination of sodium carbonate, sodium bicarbonate, sodium sulfate, and sodium chloride, the Egyptians possessed the knowledge to separate these components. As ancient Egyptians are known for prolific use of baking, the use of baking soda is clearly distinguished and separate from salt.
Similarly, a common ancient military strategy for destabilization is to spread salt on the ground of the opposing territory. Although this does prevent crops from growing properly, as the physical characteristics of salt absorb water, this has a side effect of creating bitter harvests. As mentioned previously, salted foods are difficult to consume.
After Sargon II died and his son, Sennacherib, ascended the throne, he notes the destruction his father has caused and sought to reverse his father's actions. He commissions Levediah, the
Item #: SCP-X
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures:
Description: SCP-X is the logical consequence of the literalization of Christian metaphors. While our universe, designation 345T11, is structured in such a way that it is virtually immune to SCP-X, contact parallel universe, designation II34V34, otherwise known as Heaven, is adversely affected by our spiritual beliefs. This is believed to have arisen due to the idyllic nature of II34V34. While certain features of II34V34 are anomalous within the framework of 345T11, they will be considered nonanomalous, as the laws of physics in their reality.
The History and Culture of UID-II34V34
BY Doctor Thuy Crawford
I had the most amazing dream.
Item #: SCP-X
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-X is currently in possession of Jeremy Filia. Once Jeremy Filia is terminated, SCP-X will be held in a standard Foundation locker.
Description: SCP-X is a book, held together by leather. It contains 75 full length stories, with themes that align with the concept of "cold". This is interpreted loosely, as the stories vary wildly in style, genre, and tone.
SCP-X anomaly activates upon being read. On the last page of SCP-X, it displays an active countdown, starting from fifteen minutes. Once the countdown ends, SCP-X immediately closes itself and demanifests the reader. SCP-X will then increase in length, adding another story. The correlation between the reader and the story is unclear. This only affects one reader at a time.
The countdown can be extended upon sharing the contents of the story. This must be audible in nature.
Discovery: SCP-X was discovered in the center of the South Coast Plaza, an SCP Foundation owned shopping mall in Costa Mesa, California. Jeremy Filia was holding SCP-X at the time.
Although security noted the unusual activity, Jeremy Filia had convinced the local jazz group, Fifth Harmony, to play a song while he narrated SCP-X. Security assumed this was a coordinated event, and considered it nonanomalous.
Jeremy Filia was successful, attracting an audience in excess of a hundred people,
StormBreath
The following document is accurate.
Item #: SCP-X
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: Precedence requires the SCP Foundation to leave SCP-X alone.
Description: SCP-X is the Surrealistics Department of the SCP Foundation. Founded during the second half of the Year of the Rat,
Item #: SCP-X
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment procedures: Due to the natural human instinct to categorize everything, SCP-X is considered a low risk threat, and does not need to be contained.
Description: SCP-X is a linguistic anomaly concerned with the designation of collective animal instances. Specifically, it is the spiritual need for humans to categorize other species of animals in verbally distinctive ways, such that they can be assimilated in the human language in a neat, easy to remember method.
This always takes the form of a singular noun, such as "Herd" or "Pod".
SCP-X is also concerned with the distinction between the designation of age, gender, meat, and a variety of other differences. This can be seen in the collective designation for Albatross (diomedeidae) in the process of mating, "Gam", or the collective designation for Cattle (bos taurus) as a viral infection, "Bovis".
Studies have found that the human psychospace becomes more stable with each successful SCP-X coinage, although growth has plateaued since the creation of "Flange", the collective noun for Baboons (papio). Additional SCP-X instances currently sees negligible marginal benefits in the psychospace, and the psychospace will return to the Twilight Baseline within five years. See Project-X.
A comprehensive list of SCP-X can be found in Document-X-1. An excerpt has been included.
| Animal | Collective Noun | Additional Notes | ||
|---|---|---|---|---|
| SCP-X-16 | Crows (corvus) | Murder | Considered one of the more popular, non-farm animal SCP-X instances. | ||
| SCP-X-32 | Chickens (gallus gallus domesticus) | Hen, Pullet, Rooster, Cock, Cockerel, Capon, Chick, Poultry | Due to humanity's close proximity to the chicken, more designations have been made as a result. | ||
| SCP-X-154 | Humans (homo sapiens) | N/A | See Project-X. | ||
Project-X: On improving the psychospace.
Department: Psychospace
Process: Approved.
O5-1: Fine. Go make a name for people. Stop bothering me.
A splotch of blood begins to walk.
Blessed be this life, it understands how to breathe, how to see, how to think.
An arm sprouts from the greasy dead, heaving a sighing body from the red pool. A clothed hand reaches out, presumably to help.
"You are born anew. You know no sin, no fear." A raspy voice wheezed into the air. Laborious.
"Do you accept?" A foolish question. The body could never go back.
It grabs the priest's hand, and lets go. It's disgusted, but the old man couldn't care less; he just wants the body to grow now.
"You are now Orin Filia. That concludes the ceremony." The old man straightens his back, stretching and humming with renewed vigor. He motions Filia up, and leaves him behind. If he could not leave, he would die, no worse for the tribe.
