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Your in an office, sitting down comfortably on your chair. In front of you is a computer made by a company you can not pronounce.
You gently push the Power On button and the monitor comes to life with a few files.
But the file that got your eye is one known as 4947.
You know about the SCP and are curious to read it.
When you're about to click on it, a knock on the door was heard.
The doorknob gently open and a woman with white hair in a mayor's uniform comes out.
| "Alexander, my good sir. We have found the tablet and was able to transfer all its documents to this working computer. Take as much as you like to know about it." |
You replied with grateful thank you and left with the door closing behind her.
You click on the file and there it was… SCP-4947.
Item #: SCP-4947
Object Class: Occisus
Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of SCP-4947, containment is impossible. In the event, SCP-4947 is near any human populations, all civilians must evacuate the city and anyone who refuses to evacuate are immediately ordered for termination. Once all civilians evacuate the city through any means of transportation, MTF units will secure the city with walls, barbwire fencing, landmines, and watchtowers.
If SCP-4947 is spotted inside the city, MTF units are ordered to terminate SCP-4947 with any weaponry they have, specifically automatic weaponry and cryonic munitions. Explosive weaponry is the most effective thus far. If MTF units failed to terminate SCP-4947, they all must evacuate the city through any means of transportation. Travel by air is preferable above all other methods.
Description: SCP-4947 are a species of disfigured humans made out of humanoid flesh and NOTHING ELSE. The types of SCP-4947 DONT varies and reports of SCP-4947 are either destroyed, lost, or corrupted DEAD. When SCP-4947 spots sees DONT LOOK a subject it will
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̍͐̉̒͂̿ G͑͊̽̅̑ͮͪ̂ͭͫ͑͆͂̐̀ͭͯ͌̑O͌͊̀̔͗ͩ͛ͩ̓ͩDͣͨͯ̐ͮͧͮ̽ͯ ̇̇͑̊̏̃ͭ͒̈̋͑̊̑Sͯ́ͨ̂̆ͭ͗͐́̏̚Aͮ̅ͯ̚Kͤ͐̆͌͊̀̂ͯ̑̿ͥEͫͨ̍ͦ͑̉̄ͫ̏ͧ́̒̽ ͤͨ̈́ͭ̋ͮ̿͌ͬ̃̐ͥ͐̒̽̚H̅͋̓̃̐͌͂͛͐ͥͦEͮͭ̈́ͤ́͗̀̾ͣͩ̒͌Lͦ͐ͣ̄́̔̆Pͪ̃͂̉͊͛̊ͯ͐͆͋̀̓ͫ̑ ͮ̆̉̋̃M͆̿ͥ̅̂̉̉͌ͤ̓͊ͯẺͯ̋̾̎̄!̊ͫ̄̒͗ͥ̊
̋̆ͭ͐ͬ T̈́̍͌̇̆̎ͨ̈́̎̂̌ͤ̑͌͊̓̈H̊̈́̂̏̍͋̾̂͛͛ͥ̈́͐̈́̚Ë̑͑̓ͮ͌ͯ̓͆̽̃R̒ͨ̓̂͗Eͦ̑̍ͨ͐͋̾ͫͪ̈͒ ̐ͮ̓̏ͭ͗ͨ̌̊̿ͤͫ̽̆ͭ̎S̐ͦ̉ͪ͗̂͒ͯ̐̿ͤ͛͂T̎͋͌̈́̏͒̎̍ͬ̈Aͬͦ̎̓̈́̋̇̋͗͋̑ͯͦ̓ͧ̓̑̏̚B̃̈́̑̅̀̈ͩͣB̀ͧ̄ͣ͑ͥ̿͐ͥͧͤͥ̚I͌̄ͣNͭ̃̋̌̐͆̽͑ͦ͒Ġ̽ͯ̈̇̈̿ͦ̓ͬ͊ͧ̚ ̓̈́̽͒̓ͮ̃̾͂ͪ̊ͤͮ͋P̃̎͛̈̅ͭ́̚E̔͐ͨ̈́͒̈ͬͧ̿̆̒͗ͤ̇̽̈́͗Oͣ̾̀̄ͥ̾͋P̈ͪ̈́̑̌̐ͨ͂ͪ͛̈́̐ͫ̂̑ͣ̐͊̚L̔ͭ̊ͣͪ͆̽̀Eͯͥ͐͂ͥ̄̂ͨͧ̽̈̐ͮS̾ͣ̂ͣ̍̔͂̏̆̇̋ͩ̀̌̐͒̂!̏̑̄̍̔ͭͥ
ͧ̾̓͑̾̿̽ͯ͗̎̿ͯͥ͒ͩ̈ H̆ͩ̅̑̒͆ͦ̍̏ͬ̏̈́̊Ȇ̽ͦ̈́̃ͫ͆̋ͣ̂͌̂ͯͥ̏̂ͫͥAͫ̉ͭ̂͐ͨ̅ͣͣ̇ͥͪ͊̚D̒ͦ̿ͨͥ̿͆͋̐͛̑͛̿̅ͩ̚Sͧ͑̌̍̒̏̈́̇ͣ́̒ͬ͛ͮ̚̚ ̓͑͂ͥ͗ͤͩͦͬ͋́̚Ȧͬ̑̐̔Rͫ̒̓͐͛̄ͮͯͨ͗͌ͯ͛ͪͪ̿̏̒̌Eͭ̃̉̿͗ͤͨͯ̇͊̋͐̊ ̃̉͐̑ͫ̾̊ͤ̍S̾́͋̈́̾͑͊́́ͥͤͨ̊ͥͨ͒ͨ̚Pͧ̾̒̓̓̑̊ͨ̑̋ͧ̏̎̈́I͛͛̑ͭ̌̽̏̾̿͊͋͐̚̚Kͮ́ͤ̈̍ͯË́ͫ͂̊͑̌̅̿̌ͩ̍ͧͬ͆ͤ͋̚Ṡͯ̂̌̽ͣͯ̽̆̒ͦ̄͂!̔̊͒͋̈́ͥ̇̚
̎͋ͥ̒̉ͤ̿̐͐̀̊̅͒ͪ Sͪ̓̏̂̓Ôͤ̌̃ͭ̓ͭ͛̂̋͒͆̽̒̊͌͛̚̚Mͯͫͤ̂͆͊̉̋ͮͧ̈́̀̋̚E͋ͧ́̽ͧ̓͂͗̔ ̏̂̉̄ͣͫ͐͊ͩ͐̊͊A̋̑̎ͪ̈́Ř̇́͐Eͫ̉͆ͮ̐ ͯ̎̎̓͗͌ͭ̓̋ͬͩͣͥ̈̏͆C̋ͭ̒̄̄̂̏ͦ̓̍͑ͥ̅̌̚L̈ͦͩ̊̉ͣ̍ͯ̽̉͋ͯ̓ͯ̄Ã̐ͥͤ̎́͛͂͒ͮ̾̓͗̐͌̏͑̄̚W͒͑́ͧS͂͂̾̅̀̈̓ͬͣͭͮ̊̒ͩ ̿̍̊ͯ̀Ō̂̈́̍ͩ̌͋̋ͨ̏̔͌̋̽̋Fͤͫ͛̏͊͋͊̉̉̍̋̂̐̇̚ ̿̄͗͐͆ͪ͌͛ͭͧ͆ͯͪD͋ͥ̍͒͊ͧ̐̃ͧ̊́ͮÊ̾ͬ̓ͥ̿̎ͯAͩͪ͛̅̌͑̆̌̊̃̏̇Tͯ̅͐̏̽́͊̎̿H̒́́̏͑̇!̏͗ͮͥ͆̉ͤ̇̐ͧ
̽͑̓̒ͥͮ̂͋ͤ͑ͫ̇̒̔ͦ͗̈́ T͂̄ͦ͑ͧ̔̋̀̌̅̒̈́H̏̊ͭ͑̍̃ͣ̔̉͌̎͋̅ͯͤ̿̚̚Ē̽̇̓̽ͯͮ̍R̒͑̈̿E̽ͣ͒͆͗ͧ̾ͤ̄̐ͬ͌̎̍͛̓ ̆̇̓͊̊ͣͮ̎̿̔̑̎͑̽͗Mͦ̽ͬ͗ͥ̃̑͌̔̏̍Aͦͨ̔͋̽N̓͗̄̈́̂̊̏̈́̿ͮ̎ͦ̒̚Yͪ̈́ͩ̄̽͂̎͂̓͐ͭ̅̏̽͗!̽̓͗ͩ̿͊ͫͤ̓ͦ͌̆
̊͊̃ͪ́̐ͩ̚ Wͣ͆ͤ̌͑͊̌̉̀̇̾̄̍H͗̊͂̀Yͫ͐ͩ͊̊̑̔͑̅̒̄̐ͯ́̏ ͐̒̋̒̈̾͋ͦCͫ͑̒̀̑͆͗͗͑Nͦ̊̋ͤ̍ͫ̔̒ͮ̏ͩ͌̂Ā̿̈̅ͩ̄Tͮ̎͆̀̈͊͆ͧ̏̂ͩ̈́ͫͨ͌̑̑̑ͯ ̏̍ͦT̉̏͗ͩ͋̔̐̔͊̈̈́͐̑̊͌͛ͨ̆H͆ͩͧ͋̄ͫ̉̇ͩͪ̈́̉ͮ̆E͑͐̓̽̿̂ͥ̂̾̄Ẏ͆́ ͫͥͫ̀̃ͬͭ̎̓̽̏ͥ̐̏ͯ͂̉̏ͧD̆͑̓͂ͥ̄̿ͧ́ͨͪͮͧͯIͦͬͣͦ̒͒̅̐̎̈̈̿͋̅̾ͥ̚Ẽ͋ͪͤ͛͑ͤ͌͑̿͗̂̓͗̚Ē̊͊̅̓̅̀͒͊͋̏ͯ̈ͣ̃ͬͥ͑É͑̆̐̈͐ͪ͒ͦ̓͊͛̚!̇̿͋ͧ̌̽̂
̉̃ͫ W͋̋́̅̊͆ͬ̓ͩ̓̽̅̌̑̐͛H̃͌̔ͩͨ̋̍̊̊̏E͗ͥ̋́̆̿̐͗ͧ͗͐̏ͬ͂̚̚R͂̍͌̈́̉̑͊Ẽ̓̓͊̓ͩ͊͒̉̊̀ ̏ͥ̓̏̀͆̚H́ͤͫ͊̈̑O̊̈́̌̂̑̓ͥ̔ͦ͒Pͨ̑̉̔ͯ̑ͧ͊ͤ̈̾̔̈ͤ̍ͮͧ̂E͆͛̈́͆̍̿̓̅͌̇ ̿͋̃̿̾̊ͮ͗ͮͤͧ̚O̔̽̿̒F̈̔̃͊͗̉͊ ̈́̏͌ͪ̾͂͂͌̊̓̌͂̐͊̆A̔̑ͯͫ́́̊ͬ͑̅̀ͨ͌̌̃L̓͋͒̊̿ͭ̓ͪͬL͂̈̽ͭ̎̔ ͭͧ̋ͬ̓̽̀ͨ͊͒̃̅F̃̏ͧ̔̍̂̂̓̃ͩ́ͩͥ̂̒͋͋Ȯ́̊̄̾̄͗ͧ̈́ͥ̈́͂͐ͥ̈́̏͐̐̏Rͧ̒͆͐ͧ̎̿̂ͩ̃͛́̈́ͧ͋͒ ͦ̎ͤ͛Ủͨ̈́̅̓S̓̀ͥͣͩ̈́͂͑̋!͊͛ͦͧͣ̔̅ͮͣ̎̉̉ͦ̚
Internal system error: Please contact system administrator for S̹̩̮̪̮̼͎̟̤͎̦̭͂ͤͥͣ͗̋̑̊̿̽́̋ͮ͑̍ͯE̝̘͈̘̪ͩ̈́̎̋́͋ͪ̄̎͐ͩͬN̤͖͎̰̭̪̩̤̻̞ͬ͂͐͗ͦ̽̂͊̐̔ͪ̂D̲̹̦̠̫̜̭̬͍͎͖͗̾̂ͤ̔ͫ̈͌̂̚ ̟̞͙̺̖̺̯̩̝͈͍̲̙͇̩̼̪̆͑̔ͬ̈͑̌́͛ͥͅR̮̯̠ͫ̽̄ͥ̄̾̑ͧ́͛ͤͯͧ̇E̯̜̝̟̣̊̿̊̚̚F͕̳͚͖̱̙͇̳̠͈ͤͫ̿̿̃͗̈́ͥ̈́͐͆̌́̓ͣ͆ͮͅͅͅI̗̭͚̞͎̮͔̬̯̞̜͖̼͙̯̱̎́̉́̈́̂ͬ̒̀̐̅̈̌̚̚O͈̯̮ͫ̈́̍̽ͅF̪̭͈̗̠̤̤̼̗͕̥̭̝ͥ́ͮ̃̉̃ͬ̓ͧͥ͆ͅC͕̥̞͇͍̜̫͎̳̟̓̽ͣ̅ͪ̅͂ͪ̏̾̄Ě͍͉̦̯̭͔̃͊̄ͮ͑͊͒ͦ̈́̈̉̚Ḿ͈̞̳̳͈̤̝͎̥̱̟͍̻̙̝̠̮͈̆̆͊ͥ̊N̳̦̼̤̒͛̈̈ͬ̾͛̈̂̓̚̚Ṱ͈͈̦̻͎̤̗͓̖̙̇ͬ̓͑͑́́S̙͍̠̺̬̖̳͚̯͓͙̜̱̰̣̞̰ͤ̇ͥͣ̊̈͋͐̌ͥ̓͌ͥ̃ͫͨ̚ͅ!̹̟͙̞͓̼̼̭ͪ̐ͤ͂͗ͮ͗̅̇ͅ
͉̜̠̜͇̟̹̞̞͍̩̮̳͕̞ͣͣ͆̔̊ͧ͆ͫ̿ T̘̺̯͉͎̼̮̮̳̟̤͎̲̗͓̿ͮ͒̅̏̚H͇̯̫̤͙̳̀ͦ̊̄̌ͫͣ̾̄͗͑ͩͭͭ̃̽͂Ê̠̥̭̮̮̦̗͇̳̙͎͒̈́ͯ͊͗͒̚Ŕ̟̳͙̰̗͙͕͇͍͓ͫ͐ͨ̾͗̈́͂́̑ͩͬ̚É̜̭̘̣̦͍̟͔̻̺̬͉̙̣͌ͯ̋ͤͬͣ͗̑̆̍ͨͯͬͅͅͅ ̘͓̬̰̦͍̹͊̌̊̊ͪͥ͑̈́̊̍ͪͥ̍̐̌̈́̿ͨȚ̗̹͙͈̼͈̜̫̖̓̎̆ͮͩͧ͑̿̿͒ͦ́ͪͫ͋ͪ̚ͅͅÔ͓̙͈̝͇̭̖̺͕̬̻͇̯͎̹̄ͬͥͬ͂͐̄̓͊ͯ̒Ȏ̳͉͚̥͎̝̺̝͚͇̦͙͚̽͛̃͋̓̋̊ ̱̬̺͕̫͖͕̜̞̝̩͉͙͇̰̒ͫͨͯͧ͆̾̍̓̇ͪ̌͗̚M̭̭̲̗͉̳̦̠̪̜̤̙̬̟̰͉ͣ̓̓͒͆ͅA͔̮̘͕̲̬̪̻̬̳̗̩͍ͮ͌̐ͧ̋ͅN̠͉̦͚̙ͨ̿͒̚Y̭̲̯̘̤̹̖̩͔̻̜̹̭̤͈̜̻̞ͫ̎̅͊̎̐̿̃̈ͮ͋͐̿ ̟͇̥̞̥͉͎̯͙̱͙̜͇̘̉̂ͫ̑̃͌̚O̳̹̪̺͎ͪͦͥͦ̓̇̔͆̿͑̾̋F̳̱̼̫̙̯̍ͣ͒ͦ̒ͬ̇ͯ̋ͩ̈́ͯ͊̈́ͯ̏̂̚ͅ ̗̟̺͓̖͎̥̪̟͍̮͖̤͆ͬ̏ͪ͊̒͛͆̋ͨ̅̈̚T͍̺̰̗̣̫̦͈̼̻̺̪͎̦̠̰͂̄́ͩ̓͊̈́̇̀͂ͯ̿ͭͅH͕͍̘͉̰̯͔ͦͨ̿ͩͨ͌͌Ė̙̟̞̙̲̺̟̝͙̺̝̭͕͙̤̄̒́̐̾̔̄̀̎ͭͩ͐̈̂̎͌͒M͕̪̝̯͋̒̾̐ͧ̍̈̚̚!̬͈͍͍͔̙̤̳̝̠̠̬͕̖̪̽ͬ́ͮ̊͌̏͊ͅͅ
̺̦̤̦̯̤͍̽́̈́̾ͪ̋̿̿ͦ͑͐ͬͤ̓ H͕͚̰̬͙̱͉̟̣̯̖͔̮̪̘̟ͮ͛̃ͥ͌̎̉ͫ͒O̖̪̭͔̥̙͔͖̪̠͙͑͐̿̉ͭ̃͒̂L̟̮͔͖̤̩̬̺̣̹̱̙̹̑̒̅ͭ̾̓̀̎͑̄̔ͭ͋̽͂ͮ͂̊̀ ̥̠̗̰̠͔̝̞͓̣͋ͤ͂ͧͩͪͨͭT̩̝̼̞̗̙̜͙̻̻̮̰̎̅̊͆̇̊́̃̊H͇͇̭̜͇̮̘͉͚̩̺̥̳̤̭̞̙̖̍̎̈́͐ͪ͂ͯ̃̈́̌̏ͅA͖̘̭͚̱̻͌͑̃͒͊͊ͭ͑̌̚T͔͈̥̣̱̬͇̠͇̠̳̥̣͙̀͋̅̄͋̽ͫͭ̿ͦ̋͗̾̎ ̮̬̭̺̦͉̙̟̞͓̜̘̹̦̞̙̜̈́̌ͨ́ͨ̇ͥ̅ͥ̑̂̂ͅD̠̤͕̫̲̝̦͖̰̪͗ͭ̍ͥ́̑ͫ͋̅ͭ͒͆ͥͧͦ̎͆ͅO͙͓͇̪͈̙̻͇̮̳ͧͬ͊̏̌̂́̍ͥ̊O̙̗̱̠̲͙̻̬̜̥ͧ̉̆ͭ̓̋͗ͤ͂̍̊͋ͧ̚R̞̫̹̗̞͎͍͔̻͙̥̞̟̙̹̦͌͊ͤ͗ͯͦͧ̊̎!̻̮͕̉͌̏̓͗̓͆̇̓́ͧͮͫ̚
̥̱̹̯̿ͨ̐̍ͪ̚ L͉̬̮͓͚̟͆ͯ̇̓Ả̦͈̟̝̺̼͈̗̳̮͓̻̼̿̓͛̃͋ͅŮ̙̫̬̹̼͖͕͕̜͕̑͋ͮ̓N͉͖͔̮̻͕̯̼͂́ͥ̉̔̔ͅC͚̗̪̩̭̱̼̩̫̤͕̜͕͙ͪ͐̍ͣ̔ͪ̈́̔́ͩͫH̩͚̞̦͉̮̬̥͈̜̺̙̙̖ͭ̆̾͛͂ͫ̐̋̔̿̈́ͯ͆̐ͦͥ ̳̦̫̘̫̱̦̟̪̼̞̳̬͓̤̼̑ͯ̒̋ͪ̃̋̀ͅͅT̼͖͙̼͚̣̠̱̺͈͍ͪ͌̃ͧ͊̈̏ͫ̀̂̓H̯̝̫͍̰͙̽͗̃̔̓͗́̆̓̎ͧ̉̚E̝̙̙̲̳̫̘͈̻̲̝͚͋ͪͪ̽ͤͣ͒̔͒̎̔͂̒͑ͣ͛ͣͯ ̳̤̰̠̠̬̪̂̾̌ͧͨ̉ͣͨͩ̋ͭN̥͕̯͍̗̰̤͚͈̮̤̣̻̯̪̋ͣ̍̓͒̏ͦ̈ͧ̓̇U̬͍̳͕͔̹͇͚͉̤̔ͧ͑͊͋̈́̌̈̌͂ͭͤ̌̂̔ͧͅK͔̗͍̪͉͖̞̠ͫ̂̃͗ͬ͌E̮̞̙͇̘̓̅͑͛̄̒́̐ͦ̄̓S̱͖̩̭̜̯͚̦̘͎̰ͣ͛ͦ͌̃̒̀̂̓̐ͅ!̹̯̥̻͎͈̙̦͔̪̪͈͇̭̬͓̺̒ͤ̎̓̄̃̅͆͑
̮̖̯͕̥̣̱̦̝̟͚͊̏͂̊͋ͣͥ̀͛ͨ̽͊̚ T̘̣͙̱̖͉̭̬͇̗̘̝̗̖͔̳͙͕̎̀̽̑̑ͪ̒́̓̓͊ͩ̔͂̍̅̾̄ͅH͍̝̦̬̩̝̫̙͉̖̘̩̠̹̺ͭͬ̽̌̍̋̾̋̏̍͗̋̿͑͒̈͑̚E͉̳̻̱̖̼͔̟̦͍̽̅̎ͧͮͬ̊̅ͩR̻̞͙̲̟̭͉͔̹͓͉̥̣͎ͧ͂͂́ͅE̩̗̠͓̺̙̪͔͉̹̅̿͗ͭ̆̐ͦͬͩͅ ̳̳̠̮̖̯̝̩̫̲̤̰̻̤̋͌̏͆ͯ́̅̋̉ͦ͂̏̎̎ͪ͊͌̾ͅN̫̹̮͔̈́̇ͯ̍O͚̳̞̯̞͖̥̩̜̬̰͖̯̤̺̰͈͔͒͐͛̂ͨͪT͎̟̮͖̻̻̖̞̘̩͍̦̘̞̙̮̻̦̎͒̒̎̆ͯ̆̆̂̔́̈́̅̈́̂̐ͫ̒Ḫ̺̱͕̫̀ͤͧ͛́̓͒ͩ͐͂ͪ͆̊̋͊̓̂I̼̤̯̹̯̦͎̼̗̺̫̓͛͌̇Ṉ̯̯̳̔ͨ̃͊͒̓ͥ̇͌̿ͨ̉̓̚G̮̺͍̺̼̾ͧ̈́̑ͯͯ͌͌̆̇ͦ ̜̳̦͈̤̟̞̟͓͈͙̼̩̜̤̹̳̬̫̊ͧ̓ͦ͗̚W͚̝̬̟̮̃̔̆̚ͅE̟̖͙̤̜̗̝̺͓͚̱͔̫͈̰͍͓ͦ̒ͧ̂ͩ͆ ̬͕͔̺̆̓͗ͩͪ̍͗C̜̖̪͓̰̮͈̼̫̳̼̼̮͒̈ͩͦͬ͊ͨͮ̃̅ͭ̊A̳̖̳͛̓͆ͫ̉̑̎͌̋ͩ̂͂̊̄ͮ͋ͩͣN̦̮̜̩̳̰̥̺͖̲̳̼̹͍̐̊ͤ̀̽̊͛̌̇ͅ ̥̟̳̝̦͈͍̭̭̼̦̪̮̦̘͓̘͎̹̈͋̑ͪ̀͗͛̄̐͊̿̏̂̔D̝̠̜͇̱̞̔ͤͦͤ͛ͥͪͨ̓ͮ̚Ō̫̺̲̰͉͕̘̖̤̑ͯ̃!̙͈̩̳͎̘ͯ͊̊ͮ͆̇̈̅͑͋̋́̚
̖̯̦̪ͭ̏ͬ̍̅̍̓͛̄̂͐͂̍͊ͬ̓͑ͣ̆ Ê̱̭̺̌ͨ̏ͯX̹͇̣̳͔̥̫͔̜͙̪͕̿͐̿́ͦ̽͑͊̒ͣ̐̚P͔͇̫̥̣͇͔̤͓͋ͥͮͫ̃ͦͥͫͤ̎̅ͧ̾͗̓̄ͤ̚L̟̼̘̦̖͇͙̳̖̻͎̥̭̙̦̮̠̎̓̆͂̉ͬ͗͊͑̎O̙̺̺̘̹̳̜͇̭ͩ̆̔̄̄ͬ̈́͊S̬͙̼̗̫̜̣̯̙̭͛̀̋̾̅̃ͪ̐̈́̿̀͂̉͌̑̎ͤ̚I̟̬̫̙̺̜̳̹̰̼͕͍͙̥̽̿̇͐̈͊͒͑͊̔ͣ̍͂̿̆̿̎͊̐ͅV̖̠͇̀̓͛̓̒E̘̜̞̠̟̤ͮ̾ͮ̀̌̊ ̯͎̻̬͍͉̳̰̄ͣ̈ͦ̈̓̉̔ͦ̿ͮ͑͛͗̈ͩW̱̞̲̰̾͊ͥ̓̆̊̔̐̾̓͗̓E͎̤͙̝̺̗̟̹͚̤̹̥̋͑ͫ͂͆͋ͣ̒̂̽͂P͈̣͎͈͙͈͖͔͍̖̩̪̗̗͔̊ͬ̍̈̄ͭ̎͑ͥ̎͋̾ͦ̅ͦ̎͒ͅO̙̥͉͚̦̦̭̍ͮ͊ͅN̦͚̜͍̮̥̩̭̓ͪ̏ͯͨ̊ͩ̆ͣ̎̈ͪͨ͗̉̓ͅA͎̼͈̺̻͍͕̟̙͉͓̓̽̋͆̑ͭ͛̾̓̆̇̐̈́̿ͫ̋R̭͇̘̣̘̰̗̝̣̯̩͚̱̞̩̗̂ͭ͋ͬ͂ͨ͋̉ͦỴ͚̤̭̜̦̠̣̘̰̺̩̩̺̾ͨ̐̿ͩ̽ͪͩ ̗͚̞͓͈̟̈ͯ̋ͤͪ͗̌̒͂͋ͧA͓̟̭̭͍̤͓͔͚͉̝͈̹͚͙ͯ̓͛͂ͨͩ̋̎̈́ͅR̯̼͔̤͇͕͔̞̞̠͚̗̦͈̖͖͖̳ͤ͊̐̊̒̿͋̇ͪ̋ͫ͒̑̈ͭ̚E͇̜̼̺̤̙͓͎̤̗̪͓͔̮̝̟̜̟̓́̃̂ͅ ̞̠̪̫̩̤͖ͨ̄͋ͮͫͨͬ̉
̹̖͚̝͔͓͚̭͔̤ͨͣ̊ͫ̎ͬ͑̊ͯ͂̃ͩͥ̿̿̃ I͙͕̲͎̙ͦ̿͊̒̍̉ͦͣͥ̋̾̂̿ͪ͒N̺͙̺̮̥͎͗̑́̀̓̑̓͐̄͐̄ ̣͚͖̘̘͎̪̖̥̝̠͛̊̈ͩṠ̹͇͖̣̻̱͓͍̼͍͓̗̲̄͆̊̐̽̃ͯ̒͛ͣͬͧͯͩ͗̂̅ͮͅC̤̮̳̤͇̿́̄̋ͨ̌ͧͣ͑̎̀̐ͨͧͥḀ̞̯̻͉͙͖̘̤͓̜̃́ͫ̑̅ͩ̂R̪̞͈͓̟̙̺̯̋ͪ̌̊̃̾̉̓̉̀̿̈ͅC̝̟̮̤̗̗̭̫̱̻͉͓̃ͧͤ͆͗E̱̠͈̣̦̝̓͆̈́̏͗̈́̄!̭̝̱̤͙̭̻̭̫̬̳͕͎̮̣͎̿ͪ̓ͪ͛ͭ͊ͅͅ
͕͙̫̖͍͉͎̭͈̱̮̫̘̮̘͍̺̓͌̏̍ͬͪ̒ J͓̥̼̙̬̣̭̬͕̻̖̩̞̯̯͉̟̓̌ͤ̇͌ͤ̆̉̋̏ͅŬ̘̖̟͉̻̱̺̙̭̬̫̠̳̄̐́̌́̍̒̄̐ͩ̑ͅṢ̘̜͎ͮͩ̈͗̑̃̔͊̑̅̄̂͑T̥͈͇̫̰͚̳̟̜̦͔̜̭̺̥ͥ́͋ͨ̈́ͅ ̲͕̱͈̱̥̼͔̱̭̫͎̩̜̣̫̎ͥͥͤ̐ͣ͆ͪͥ̃̌̈́̆̿̍̂̎͒K̪͚̱̜̮̞͚̳̰̞̬̯͙̣̟͍̽ͤ̾̇ͅI̭͎̹̬̯͕̜͎͔̤̮͍̪͆̊̈̀͒͂̃̅̉L͇̦̬̰̟͚͖̭͎̰͍͔̲͇̯͊̔͆ͩͤL̺͓̲͈͓̘͉̟͙̦̖ͮ͒͂͂ͭ̊͊̋̓ͬ̃̄̒̉ͦ̚ ̱̦̤̙̙̲̩͈̳͕͇̩͇̙͓̝̺̀̅̐̿̔̈̓̓͛͐ͤ̚T͓̱̫͖͍̞͕̻̹̮̠̖͙̟̞̠̹̊ͮͪ̾̔H̝̖̦͓̟̲̺͈̳̪̦̰͙͛̈̆̑͂̐ͬ̉͆͐̈̀̽̑̍ͅE͚͍̯̲̮̱̹͍̻̝͎̝̪̟̝͖͔̘̻̊̓͌̆̽̈ͪ́͌ͦM͇͍̟̝̳̯̓̄͆̎̍ͮ̿̑ͣ ͉̝̗̦͉̱̲͍̻̝͖̲͕͙̝̺ͯ͂ͥ̍ͬͦ͆ͩ̍ͣͯ̇̚̚Ȁ͈͉̰̱̤͍͉̤̞͉͆̏́̿̈ͤ̇́̂ͅL̻̲͍͉̯̼̼̱̻͓̰͙̮͉̲̩͙̱ͪͨ͒̓ͬ̈́͗̀ͤ̚L͔̖͕̫̞͈̩͕͕̱̘͙̦ͧ̉̒ͬ͋͋̓̓̓̏ͅ!̩͓̟̞̭̝͓͍̱̣̲̤̜̩ͦ͋̒̏̌̽̎̑
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Interviewer: Agent Mark
Interviewer: [Error]
<Begin Log, [8/2/2021]>
Interviewer: Hello? Is anyone there? Well, the tablet is saying I'm online and being recorded but I guess you can't speak to me. I'm sorry for those who try to access the file, I have to corrupt it to access this part of the tablet to communicate with anyone from the outside. I'm Agent Mark, I'm at Site-11. They say it's safe. Well, let's say SCP-4947 breach into the facility and half-fucked up the place. You probably by now know what SCP-4947 is or what I'm talking about. You probably have seen it on the news, or radio stations and it's highly dangerous. The few cities I know that have been evacuated are New York, Yukon, Miami, and Austin. Though I probably think other cities have been evacuated too.
I'm packing my things to leave Site-11. Most of us are dead and the ones who survived.. well are already dying. I'm taking a few portable chargers, an automatic rifle, rations, of course, water, a map, and basically all you need for going long distances. I'm also taking a pack of grenades because those things cant be killed by normal means. I'm leaving because there no more to go. I'm going on foot so I won't attract them. I will probably set up the next log probably tomorrow, or the day after that. To anyone whos reading this, stay safe, prepare for anything that comes. Make something protective and don't let anyone inside who has no human features. Just be safe, for now.
<End Log>
Interviewer: Agent Mark
Interviewed: [Error]
<Begin Log, [8/6/2021]>
Interviewer: It been 4 days since I left Site-11. I have been sleeping in a tent with a sleeping bag for a few days and there no signs of SCP-4947. Which is good because I have been reading many news posts about cities forced to evacuate and military vehicles coming in setting up barricades and defenses. I also heard bodies were found all over the streets and panic is spreading around the US. I think the armed vehicles are from us, the foundation. The bodies were probably from SCP-4947 since they are very lethal. I don't know where those people are evacuated to but probably evacuation camps where they will soon be transported to other major cities with better fortifications.
For those curious where I'm at, I'm at Nebraska near the Platte River. These are my coordinates, 40°49'42.8"N 98°20'43.0"W. I'm heading out to Kearney and probably meet up with some MTF units that can help me. Well that if they are still alive. For those who are listening, thank you. You probably took my note and start being protective and if that's so… just stay alive. I'm going to sleep, don't want to attract those beings.
<End Log>
Interviewer: Agent Mark
Interviewer: [Error]
<Begin Log, [8/6/2021]>
Interviewer: It been 4 days since I left Site-11. I have been sleeping in a tent with a sleeping bag for a few days and there no signs of SCP-4947. Which is good because I have been reading many news posts about cities forced to evacuate and military vehicles coming in setting up barricades and defenses. I also heard bodies were found all over the streets and panic is spreading around the US. I think the armed vehicles are from us, the foundation. The bodies were probably from SCP-4947 since they are very lethal. I don't know where those people are evacuated to but probably evacuation camps where they will soon be transported to other major cities with better fortifications.
For those curious where I'm at, I'm at Nebraska near the Platte River. These are my coordinates, 40°49'42.8"N 98°20'43.0"W. I'm heading out to Kearney and probably meet up with some MTF units that can help me. Well that if they are still alive. For those who are listening, thank you. You probably took my note and start being protective and if that's so… just stay alive. I'm going to sleep, don't want to attract those beings.
<End Log>
Interviewer: Agent Mark
Interviewed: [Error]
<Begin Log, [8/10/2021]>
Interviewer: I made it to Kearney. There gone. All the MTF units are gone, or dead. Part of the city is on fire. I'm just seeing this from these coordinates and it's already burning. 40°39'10.7"N 99°05'06.8"W. My detectors show signs of SCP-4947 crawling in the area. I was able to get in contact with Kearny International Airport. I wasn't able to talk to them but hear their conversations. They're evacuating the city and if I make it there in time I could be saved, well if they don't shoot me.
<End Log>
The video starts to play. The screen goes into static until the screen lights up to show a destroyed building.
The screen starts to move to show it late at night with burning buildings, destroyed cars, and shooting and explosions can be heard from the distant.
The screen starts moving slowly to a block of commercial buildings.
The screen shakes and twitches until it sharply moves to the right.
A scream can be heard only to slowly die out.
The screen continues moving to the block until large movement sounds were heard.
The scream rushes to an abandoned moving and the camera is placed under some rubble.
The screen nows show a deserted block of destroyed cars and MTF fortifications.
A tall entity appears from the fire.
It made up of flesh and mechanic parts.
It has sharp hands, half its face is humanoid, but showing its muscles and having a white eye.
The other half of the face is metal plating with screws that look like they haven't been tightened.
It body is covered in rags and metal bits.
It legs are both humanoid yet look like they're deteriorating.
It wearing a long brown-black coat, black boots, worn out gloves, strip pants, and blood all over its body.
As the screen shakes from the explosions, the being goes close to the building where the screen is at until an MTF unit comes out from abandoned cafe caring ana automatic rifle.
| MTF Unit: Come at me bitch! |
The unit starts shooting only for the entity to come close to it and grab the MTF Unit by its neck.
The unit drops his weapon and starts gasping for air.
| MTF Unit: Please, stop… |
The unit losing air until it neck gets crush and blood starts pouring out from the body of its neck.
An explosion not too far away occurred and the entity starts moving to the sound.
As the entity leaves the shot the screen starts moving out from the rubble and starts moving out of the block only to go back to static.
Interviewer: Agent Mark
Interviewed: [Error]
<Begin Log, [8/12/2021]>
Interviewer: I have tried to make it to the airport, but all the choppers and planes left immediately. The ones that were still left were either destroyed or overrun by SCP-4947. I quickly fled the city. I can still remember seeing that red sky cover in smoke and ashes. Not a lovely scene to picture but at least something to have a tip of.
I also want to note I found a working car, with a 3/4 gallon of gas. Rusted up but still runs. Even the radio still works. I'm heading to Brady Westbound Rest Area, hoping to find any survivors that need a hand or join with to head West. The only reason I'm heading West is because of Site-19. If I make it there, I'm safe. I don't know about the civilians though, maybe they won't allow them inside, but let's hope they find any other safe places to be in.
<End Log>
Interviewer: Agent Mark
Interviewed: [Error]
<Begin Log, [8/13/2021]>
Interviewer: I made it to the rest stop. Place covered in tents, some ripped. There some leftover cars, also trucks. I was able to siphon some gas and find some supplies. Can't believe Butterfingers were still alive. Trucks don't have anything useful besides wood, nails, and other crafting materials. At least I found some batteries for my flashlight and a car battery.
I will be postponing my logs for a while. I'm still heading west. From what I heard churches and police stations are becoming safehouses. Don't know they can survive. Well to anyone who is listening, just be careful. Stick with the people you can trust, that's how you survive better.
<End Log>
Interviewer: Agent Mark
Interviewed: [Error]
<Begin Log, [8/14/2021]>
Interviewer: I made it to Denver. As always the place is destroyed. Filled with smoke and fire. I was able to find some MTF units… well until they got killed by some crawler. It had a metal head ball with sharp spikes on its top. It didn't have any legs as if it was brutally cut off. Thankfully the airport was nearby. Let's say all the choppers were gone, but a few civilians were there. There were three of them. There was Tony M. Oakley, a person who knew about cameras, Manuel S. Klemm who knew about engineering, he was a communication soldier in the army, and lastly was James E. Vaughn, he was a pilot of the RAF and visited America for vacation until the outbreak happen.
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We found a PA-46 Malibu, thankfully Tony knew about lock-picking. We were able to get out before a bunch of artillery explosions occurred on the road. Were heading to Ogden-Hinckley Airport. Manuel is trying to get communication with the army or something so we can get help. James driving the plane, Tony is watching the sky, and I'm just in the back making this log. God gives us hope.<End Log>
Another video starts to play.
It starts with static until the screen shows the inside of a plane.
The camera starts to move onto the window of the plane.
It land is covered in smoke and fire.
You can see distant cars driving away from fires until crashing them to each other.
The screen points to the crew inside the plane.
Markley, all of them are all calm.
An man wearing casual clothing and holding a Ziploc bag of batteries of many types. He said something to the camera.
| Man: Mark you okay? |
Mark takes a deep breath before talking.
| Mark: Yeah, I'm fine. Is Manuel getting used to the plane? |
| Manuel: I'm okay as always. Look where are we even going? There no where- |
Then the radio interrupts. It has been silence since the beginning of this video until now.
A voice starts to build up at less static is heard. You recognize it.
Your own soldiers. The mission you were in control of.
| Radio: Hello, is anybody there? We sending in EVAC choppers! SCP Foundation has failed to keep your cities safe! We're helping you and them! They abandoned the base we live in and left over some technology! Were sending in reifocemnts to aid the allied! Head to the west coast of the US! We will be at Los Angleas- |
The radio slowly goes back to static until a single phrase was last heard.
| Radio: Head to the [Staic] state! Were cou- [Staic] you! When lost in the da- [Staic] look for the [Staic]. |
The radio goes back to static. The pilot turns off the radio.
| James: Well I guess our safe haven is in the Golden State. Next stop, Los Angeles. |
The video goes back to static and it ends right there.
