Mark Deleon's Ford Bronco upon discovery of SCP-xxxx.
Item #: SCP-xxxx
Object Class: Neutralized
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-xxxx, as well as the various equipment and documentation associated with it, and the cremated remains of Mark Deleon, are to remain in a standard secure storage cell at Site-82. As SCP-xxxx has been rendered non-functional by the events documented below, no further special containment procedures are necessary.
Description: SCP-xxxx is a rudimentary pressure suit assembled from various components, including parts from second hand space suits, used scuba gear, plumbing hardware, and several handcrafted pieces of equipment with unknown functions. The suit is believed to be a homemade product of Dr. Lance Deleon, a former Foundation scientist specializing in theoretical temporal physics and dimensional anomalies. While it has been observed that SCP-xxxx is capable of anomalous function, the intended purpose of the suit as a whole remains unknown.
The central component of the suit, contained in an integral backpack, is theorized to be a power supply that features a windowed chamber. The interior of this chamber emits no electromagnetic radiation, and investigating this chamber by removing the poly-carbonate window reveals that the vessel is under constant vacuum, resulting in the inability to properly research the nature of the device. It is believed that the mechanism for activating this power supply has been permanently disabled.
Discovery: The suit, as well as the status of Mark Deleon, were brought to The Foundation's attention after their disappearance in March of 2019. A Foundation investigation of the Deleon residence revealed Dr. Lance Deleon, father of Mark Deleon, was developing unauthorized anomalous technology outside of Foundation jurisdiction. An SCP designation was given to the suit upon its discovery.
SCP-xxxx and Mark Deleon were discovered at the bottom of a valley in the San Juan National Forest in Colorado along with the destroyed remains of a 1988 Ford Bronco. The vehicle appears to have rolled down the mountain, ejecting Deleon from the drivers seat before coming to a stop. SCP-xxxx was in the back of the vehicle at the time of the incident, and while unscathed, had been deactivated. Mark Deleon was found a further 60 meters down the slope.
Found in the wreckage were several pieces of luggage and a backpack, in which Deleon was carrying several changes of clothes, food, water, a journal, a laptop, 9 external hard drives, and a digital camera, as well as other various items. The hard drives contained more than 11,000 hours (roughly equal to 1.2 years) of footage taken by Deleon as well as approximately 14,000 still photographs.
A transcript of notable events captured and narrated by Deleon has been compiled below, along with the camera's auto generated date stamps. The bulk of Deleon's recordings are not represented in this log, and must be accessed through the Site-82 archives.
03-09-2019:
The camera films an empty stool in Dr. Deleon's workshop. Mark Deleon steps into frame and sits on the stool, wearing SCP-xxxx. His voice is slightly muffled by the helmet.
"So… I knew dad was working on some weird shit where he worked… but I can't say I expected… this. This is something else."
Deleon shifts in his seat and looks around the workshop.
"Well I don't know what's happening. Dad was always so secretive about his projects out here. I don't think I'd ever really seen the inside of this workshop until he died. And… of course he died in here. He spent most of my damn childhood in here with the doors locked shut. He always loved his work more than-"
The video cuts briefly, assumed deleted by Deleon.
"So this was his final project." Deleon gestures to SCP-xxxx. "I was just so damn curious… had to put it on. Had to push the little red button. And it… well…"
"I didn't know what had happened at first. The backpack thing started glowing blue, but it didn't make any noise or anything. I walked around the workshop a little to see what was up. I thought maybe the blue thing on the back had something to do with air filtration or maybe it was like some sort of propulsion for astronauts or something. I never got a clear picture of what dad did for a living."
"I was about to take the thing off… and out of the door I saw the bird.
Deleon picks up the camera and pans it towards the door of the workshop. He zooms in on a hummingbird just outside the door. It appears to be frozen in time, mid flight.
"It's just suspended there, motionless. I was gonna touch it till I started realizing that other shit wasn't right. The wind wasn't blowing anymore, the trees weren't rustling, the water in the creek wasn't running. It had all just fucking… stopped…"
"Everything is frozen. There are leaves that stopped falling halfway to the ground. The little waterfall near the West gate looks like a glass sculpture. Riley was playing out in the yard, chasing a squirrel or something… he's frozen. I don't know what's happening."
Deleon sits for several minutes, staring at the floor. Eventually, he reaches towards the camera and turns it off.
03-10-2019
"I don't know how long it's been stopped. I think it was… maybe 11:30 at night when I hit the button… but the stars haven't moved. So whatever this is isn't just happening where I'm at. It's happening absolutely fucking everywhere. Which is… unnerving to say the least."
"It's been at least 4 or 5 hours I think. No matter what button I push on this piece of shit suit nothing happens. And I'm really worried about what will happen if I take the helmet off. That's what I've been thinking about for a while. There's an air tank on the back and I really don't know how much air is left in the suit. But I don't think I can just take the helmet off. The world looks like God pushed the pause button on a remote or something, and I think that if all the animals, and the trees, and the water… have all been paused… then that probably means that air molecules aren't moving either."
"But I can still walk around, so the air is still moving out of the way for me to move through it… I hope. I don't know. The more I think about it the more this whole thing seems fucked. There's still moonlight, so I guess that means electromagnetic radiation still… uh… works. I think. But I don't know why it's moving but nothing else is… and if the stars aren't moving, that means the Earth isn't-"
"… um… never mind that. The camera. I picked up the camera after a few minutes of looking around. I haven't left the farm yet. I… I'm a little apprehensive to explore further than the driveway. Anyway, the camera is working. And my cellphone is working, even though I don't have a signal… which would have been kinda nice. But I don't get it. The clock on the wall has stopped with everything else… hold on-"
Deleon steps out of frame and returns with the wall clock. He displays it to the camera.
"It started ticking as soon as I picked it up. Probably the same case with my phone and the camera… I wonder if- NO no no I need to quit screwing around and focus. I'm running out of air."
"There's no extra tanks anywhere. There's an air compressor over there but it's not working. I don't know why. And the only fucking reason I'm talking to a camera is because about 10 minutes ago I started feeling a little short of breath and I'm pretty goddamn sure that means the tank is almost empty. I tried to start the truck a few hours ago… no dice. Again, I have no idea why. All of the notes I can find that dad made on this thing are goddamn useless. They may as well be written in Latin. I'm running out of options here and I think I'm gonna have to open the helmet. Either that or suffocate to death. Who knows, maybe I'll suffocate either way…"
"… but I know I'm not gonna film it. So I guess this tape, if anyone ever gets to see it and isn't frozen forever, is kinda my way of saying bye. I don't know who in my life would ever give a shit… but hey, them's the facts. Anyway I'm gonna turn it off for now. Fuck you dad."
03-10-2019
Deleon sits on a stool in front of the camera. SCP-xxxx is hanging on a workbench in the background. The suit's power supply is still glowing.
"Well I'm alive. I popped off the helmet after the air got real bad in the suit. It was bizarre… I couldn't breathe at first, which obviously made me freak the hell out. As I moved around in the room the air felt like soup… like it was heavy. And everything sounded… muffled somehow. It didn't feel like humidity though… it was more like pressing your face into a memory foam mattress or something. But the more I moved around, the better I could breathe. After a little while I felt fine."
"I'm assuming it's the same as the clock. It only moved when I moved it. So basically, I think I've dug out sort of a cave of air that I can breathe. I walked the whole room just to make sure… but…"
"Time hasn't restarted. I keep looking at the damn bird in the door. I still haven't touched it… I don't know what would happen. It's not exactly a wall clock… it's a live animal. Riley is still out in the yard too… I've tried to stay a good ways away from him… just in case."
"I tried the laptop. It was already on when I hit the button on the suit, but it crashed as soon as I picked it up. I did a reboot and it was fine, no internet though. Duh. It got me thinking about the truck though. First time I tried the key nothing happened… next time the starter motor turned over, but nothing else. It's like some of it is unfrozen but not all of it. I'm gonna try and push it down the driveway a bit and get it all loosened up and try it again."
03-10-2019
The camera cuts to Deleon placing it on the dashboard of his truck. Deleon puts the vehicle in "drive," pushes it for several feet, and attempts to restart it. The attempt is successful and Deleon cheers.
"Haha shit yeah! Hypothesis confirmed… so now… uh… I think my best bet is dad's old job. I think it's some kind of research and development company or something. He never talked about it, but his notes reference stuff he got from work, which I'm guessing is my ticket out of this hell. It's dark as fuck out here and I'm already on-edge for obvious reasons. Should have pressed the damn button when the sun was still up. Anyway I'm bringing the suit, which is still glowing by the way, and some of dad's notes."
03-11-2019
"So the camera says it's been a full day. Honestly it's felt like a hell of a lot less than 24 hours, despite the lack of sleep. But I'm at dads old job… and well… I don't know what I expected. This place… it's like there's a false front. I went past the normal security guard… but there were just more security checkpoints until I got all the way in. High level shit, guys with AR-15's and big ass armored trucks. All the security guys are wearing some kind of insignia with 'Site-82' written underneath. Here look…" Deleon points the camera at a member of Site-82 security personnel. " This place is really strange. And the compound is so much bigger than it looks. Some of the doors are open… I assume because people were walking through them at the time, but most of them are locked tight. I found a security card and tried it on one of the doors. No dice. So I'll just go as far as I can and see if anything useful jumps out at me. I'm trying best I can not to touch anybody. Still not sure what would happen."
Note: The door that Mr. Deleon attempted to open with a Foundation key card was confirmed, through surveillance camera, to have opened by itself on 03-09-2019 at exactly 2334 hours. Junior Researcher Barnes' door access card was confirmed missing later that night.
03-11-2019
[CLASSIFIED FOOTAGE EXPUNGED]
03-11-2019
"Wh- what the… hell? Dad? Oh my… oh my god-"
A human male, strongly resembling Dr. Lance Deleon, can be seen at the end of a hallway in the research wing of Site-82. Dr. Deleon appears to be missing a large portion of the left side of his head, concurrent with the fatal injuries he sustained as a result of his suicide on 03-06-2019.
As Deleon approaches his father, heavy interference distorts the recording. Eventually, the footage cuts altogether. After this event, several days pass without a new recording.
03-14-2019
Deleon appears in his childhood home, having returned there from Site-82. SCP-xxxx is laying on the dining room table.
"So, a lot of shit happened in that… place. I saw some things that I don't think people are supposed to see. Things that weren't… right. That thing with the [DATA EXPUNGED]. I swear, even thought it was frozen in time… it was still looking at me. I don't know what 'keter' means but if I had to guess… I'd say it means fucked up shit."
"But then I saw dad. If that was even dad… I'm not sure. His head was… part of it was… gone. Like when he kil- … like when he died." Deleon begins to sob. "He didn't- couldn't see me or hear me… but it was like he was looking for something… and he was talking. Saying something over and over again. It was hard to hear because his mouth was half gone but it sounded like 'it has to work.' I don't know what he meant or what else he was saying but I had to leave. I started to run and all I could hear was his god awful gargling… saying the same thing over and over again. 'It has to work. It has to work.' I drove back home quick as I could."
"I don't know why he's here. I don't know why he isn't frozen. I don't know what the hell they were doing in that place. I still don't know how this stupid fucking suit works or why this is happening. I have no answers and I'm completely alone."
03-14-2019
"I tried to shut the suit down with a sledgehammer. Went at the window on the back where the blue light is… but couldn't crack it. I realized I was being stupid… the thing has bolts holding the window in place. So I took em' all out and pried the window off… and the damn thing started sucking in air like crazy… sucked in the crowbar I was using too. The whole thing. It shouldn't even fit in there, but hell, that isn't even close to the weirdest shit I've seen today. Anyway, had to put the window back or I was gonna loose all my air. Whatever is in that pack is just… a void. A blue glowing void."
"The camera says it's been three days since I saw dad. I haven't left the farm. There's plenty of food in the pantry. Seems to me that as long as I don't touch it, the food won't go bad… which is good news I guess. There aren't many lights on in the house. The lights that were on when time stopped have stayed on, but if I touch the switch, the wiring, the bulb, or anything… the light goes out. The light on the camera has helped a bit, and I found some flashlights and a few batteries. Sometimes I use the headlights on the truck, but I don't want to waste too much gas. Mostly I've just been thinking about what to do next."
"I need to wake somebody up who knows what to do about this thing, but I don't want to just go up to somebody and start shaking them. I still don't know what will happen. I was thinking about the bird… thinking that maybe I could conduct a little test. Maybe I can just wake it up."
03-14-2019
The camera is mounted on a tripod and centered squarely on the hummingbird.
"So this is test one. According to this bird watching book, the subject is a male Calliope hummingbird. It's about 7 centimeters long. The hypothesis is that I need to move the bird quickly and all at once, otherwise different parts of the body will be unfrozen at different rates, kinda like the truck, and I think that might be bad. I'm going to use a butterfly net and sweep the bird out of the air in one quick motion. Here we go."
Deleon sweeps the net over the bird, which quickly begins to move as normal, struggling in the net.
"Yes! Oh look at him he's alive! Hey little buddy! Okay okay I'm gonna let it out of the net. So far this seems like it's been a successful test. I just want to see how well he can fly."
Deleon releases the bird from the net and it promptly flies away normally, but appears to struggle once it leaves Deleon's immediate area.
"I think it's having trouble with the air, kinda like I did, but it looks to be okay. I'm sure it'll get used to it. Flying through soupy frozen air is probably a new experience for it."
03-14-2019
The camera is mounted on a tripod and centered on Riley, Deleon's dog.
"This is test two, the subject is Riley, a male Vizsla, 6 years old, 58 centimeters high and weighs about 55 pounds. Likes chasing leaves in the wind and chewing on brand new pairs of work boots. Again, I think it's best to move quickly. I'm going to lift from his underbelly and pick him up."
As the dog is lifted, he yelps, as if startled, and bites Deleon in his left arm.
"Ah… shit! Goddamnit Riley!"
Whimpers from off camera. After several seconds, Riley appears to calm down.
"Oh… hey… I'm sorry boy. Come here. I know you didn't mean it. I'm sorry… I know that was probably startling. Hey… you're okay. You're okay…"
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