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Discovery:
SCP-XXXX was discovered in late 2000, following the disappearance of Richard Strauss, Maxine Reagan, and Nick Goldsmith, three amateur filmmakers who were intending to shoot a horror film on-location in Centralia, Pennsylvania. Strauss and their crew vanished in July of 2000, with Goldsmith re-appearing in Point Pleasant, West Virginia in October. Goldsmith was missing two fingers on their right hand, and was suffering from exhaustion, dehydration, acute cat scratch fever, acute poison ivy exposure, and acute respiratory symptoms.
Goldsmith was rushed to the Pleasant Valley Hospital, where they were interviewed by members of both the Unusual Incidents Unit and the Foundation. An excerpt from a joint interview conducted by Agent Clyde Zhang of the Unusual Incidents Unit and Peter Crimson of the Foundation is below:
Zhang: You've been gone since July.
Goldsmith: T… that…. is that right?
Crimson: Yes. We want to understand where you went.
Goldsmith: Fog. There was fog everywhere. Fog and trees. Something was in the trees.
Goldsmith coughs violently. At this point, Zhang offers Goldsmith some water.
Goldsmith: Th-thank you.
Zhang: This… forest you saw, w—
Goldsmith: N-not a forest. Not woods. It was… I don't know how to even…
Goldsmith coughs. Black mucus, later found to be containing large amounts of coal dust, falls onto the sheets of their bed.
Crimson: Gonna just grab a sample of that.
Zhang: Show some tact man, Christ. (Addressing Goldsmith) Nick, what did you see?
Goldsmith: We were rejected. I saw… I saw a house. It was on fire. It will always be on fire. I saw trees big enough that they broke under their own weight. I saw the things that are in what we call the mines. I saw the moon, and it was black, black as coal, stained by humanity's soot. And the Black Moon howled.
Crimson falls out of their seat, startled.
Zhang: You okay?
Crimson: T… this interview's over.
A search of the McClintic Wildlife Area and Centrallia led to the discovery of the first two apertures into SCP-XXXX. The far side of the Centralia Aperture is inhospitable, due to large amounts of toxic gases, fires at regular intervals, and unknown quasi-humanoid entities native to the area (designated SCP-XXXX-01).
The far side of the Point Pleasant Aperture is largely identical to the aperture in this universe; however, the town of Point Pleasant, approximately thirteen kilometers south, was found to be entirely vacant. Exploration of the area found that it had been abandoned or otherwise vacated some time in 1967 or 1968. In this area, SCP-XXXX-A bisects the Ohio river, barring access westward.
The following documents the initial exploration into the Point Pleasant aperture by Mobile Task Force Chi-42 ("Kobolds and Other Mountain Folk") which is specialized with containing anomalies within the Appalachia region.
Assigned Personnel: Cpt. Roger Baker (42-1), Lt. Lilian Wieczorek (42-2) Lt. Nigel Bogard (42-3) Cpl. Alex Naismith (42-4) Cmdr. Isaac Williamson (42-O)
Equipment: Standard Foundation Weaponry and Survival Gear, 10 Days of Standard Foundation MREs, four folding bicycles, 1 Canon EOS 300 Digital Camera and Tripod, additional memory cards
42-1: This is Captain Baker. Am I being read, command?
42-O: Loud and clear, captain. Not sure how signal strength should be once you're through. Try to place a range booster every kilometer or so.
42-3, Nigel Bogard, is heard praying over their microphone.
42-1: Three! You're hogging the frequency.
42-3: Sorry, sir. It's just… well, you know what happened here, right?
42-2: No?
42-4: You're talking about the Mothman, yeah?
42-2: Wait, that was here? I thought it was in Ohio.
42-3: Point Pleasant is right on the border with Ohio. Silver Bridge collapse affected both states.
42-1: The fuck is a Mothman?
42-O: You're burning daylight, people. Get through the Aperture.
42-1: Yes, sir.
Communication becomes garbled as Chi-42 passes through the aperture. Normal communication resumes two minutes later.
42-3: —-n't believe you haven't heard of it.
42-2: One of the most famous cryptids in the country.
42-1: Yeah, well, I'm Canadian. Sue me. Command, do you still read us?
42-O: There was a bit of interference when you went through. Can you describe your surroundings?
Photograph of the far side of the Point Pleasant Aperture.
42-3: We're inside the bunker, but… structure's different. It's narrower. Hold on.
Chi-42 proceeds to exit the bunker. 42-3 is heard erecting a camera and tripod.
42-1: It's… almost completely overgrown. Look, over there, there's meant to be a trail. Do you see anything?
42-4: Negative.
42-3: Collapsible bikes aren't going to work well until we're out on the main road. Gonna have to walk.
42-2: Okay, nearest road should be Potter's Creek, to the north. After that, it's just a matter of— fuck.
42-4: What's up?
42-2: Magnetic anomalies. Compass is pointing back towards the bunker.
42-3 collects their camera and tripod, before confirming the findings on their own compass.
42-3: Fantastic. Well, assuming that the sun rises in the east… thataway.
Ten minutes of silence as Chi-42 makes their way to Potters Creek Road.
42-1: …I don't hear any cars.
42-3: Highway's a way's off, still, and it's a Monday. Not exactly peak time to visit a park.
42-2: I think it's more than that.
A further five minutes of silence. 42-4 stops periodically to check their compass.
42-4: Command, we're at Potter's Creek Road— holy shit.
42-O: What is it?
42-3: There's… a massive bank of fog to the… yeah, to the west. Must be at least a mile high.
42-O: Okay, respirator's on until further notice.
42-1: Right. Everyone, on their bikes.
Approximately five minutes of dead air as Chi-42 mounts their bikes and begins riding down the roadway. 42-3 stops.
42-3: Hold up. Something on the roadside.
42-1: It… looks like car. Old one, too.
42-3 dismounts from their bike, travelling into the ditch to inspect the car.
42-O: Can you describe what you're seeing?
42-3: Uh, it's… a Caddy, I think? Looks like a '61, maybe '62. There are… I think claw marks in the hood. Smells like motor oil, and… something else. The glass looks like it was smashed in, and—
42-3 pauses.
42-3: And that's a human skull in the back windshield. Cadaver in the car.
42-2: Hold on, I have some biohazard gear. Going to see if I can get something useful out of here.
42-2 dismounts their bike. Several minutes of dead air as the car is searched.
42-2: Found three wallets, remains of a fourth, looks like it was heavily degraded by some kind of corrosive substance. We'll bring them back on our return trip.
42-4: Command, we're on the move again.
Approximately twenty minutes of dead air.
42-3: Command, we're in sight of Point Pleasant. No sign of human activity.
42-4: Anything about this place look off to you?
42-1: Other than the lack of people?
42-3: There's… nothing really modern here. The cars all look like they're from the 60's. The hospital, too.
42-1: Nothing for it. Let's head in.
Five minutes radio silence.
42-1: Road's blocked. Everyone off their bikes.
42-4: It looks like the building just got tipped on its side, like a fuckin' Bugs Bunny cartoon. It's completely intact, just sideways.
42-2's microphone is left broadcasting as Chi-42 begins walking through Point Pleasant. Noises similar to the cries of cicadas are heard, but not acknowledged.
42-2: Command, do you still read us? We just set up a range extender.
42-O: Loud and clear. How's it look over there?
42-2: Foggy. Abandoned. Sighted a couple of rats and some swallows, so we know there's life here.
42-3: Alex, come up here. I want to get a better look at the waterfront.
42-4: What the— Bogard! That fire escape could be a century old! Don't just— for fuck's sake.
42-1: So, what the fuck is this Mothman thing?
42-2: In '67, a bunch of people around Point Pleasant reported seeing a humanoid with red eyes and wings. The first people to sight it were a group of people who were hanging out at the Wildlife Area.
42-1: You think that's why this place is abandoned? Mothmen?
42-2: Does the Pope shit in the woods? See anything up there, Bogard?
42-3: Negative. Just a bunch of rusted bridges. I don't think anyone's been here in a long time.
42-1: Well, get down here, and let's keep going.
Radio silence for six minutes.
42-2: We've made it around the tipped-over building. I'm fucking wigged.
42-4: Why?
42-1: Did you see any bodies through the windows? Any bodies… anywhere? There were signs of habitation in that building.
Paper is heard rustling.
42-2: This was on a windowsill.
42-1: Comic book, it looks like? April '67, don't recognize the title.
42-2: Something happened here, and there's nobody here to tell it. The sun's getting low. Command, can you still read us?
42-O: Confirmed, we hear you.
42-2: I'm voting we make camp for the night. Stay inside somewhere. I have a feeling it's not just rats here.
Chi-42 proceeded to make camp in an apartment building near the Pleasant Valley hospital.
