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SCP-XXXX as seen in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of SCP-XXXX and the movies that contain it, direct containment or neutralization of SCP-XXXX has been declared impossible using current scientific instruments at the foundation's disposal. Creating a special containment procedure is considered a low priority. If a containment procedure for SCP-XXXX is devised and is considered to be serviceable, please contact an appropriate cinematography specialist whenever available.

Description: SCP-XXXX refers to a humanoid entity that exists and travels in motion picture, regardless if the film in question is on a physical or digital copy. SCP-XXXX itself is an entity resembling the features of an average humanoid, all of its body being covered with a strong silver color, with no sexual features directly visible. The entity's height is hypothesized to be two meters. In all reported sightings within movies, the entity is reported to cast no shadows on any kind of solid material.

SCP-XXXX does not appear unless a film is in the stage of distribution. It should be noted that regardless of this fact, SCP-XXXX has the ability to affect several items in movies, such as writing with chalk, but it chooses not to unless directly ordered by the main character within a film.

The entity has been shown to be completely incapable of speech. In all cases it has been shown that SCP-XXXX favors to remain in the backround of shots, often transforming from actors into its normal form whenever the camera is not focused on them or the attention is brought elsewhere. The entity very rarely finishes its transformation due to camera movement.

List of movies that contain SCP-XXXX or have any reference to the entity:

Addendum A: As part of TP-CN052¹, the foundation has released a series of short films of varying lengths in order to establish a method of communication between the SCP Foundation and the entity. Each of the movies have been given a designation. Creation of a short film must be approved by a cinematography specialist working on SCP-XXXX ranking Level-3 or higher.

Short films as of 11/8/18:

Deep below the surface, in caverns that run for hundreds of miles, a strange civilization has been born.

Not that it mattered, if truth be told, the sea remained the same, the many fish still frolicked within the salty waters of the pacific, even if it meant that nothing new nor interesting would come about. It was peaceful in the pacific, you could say, since it would be a long while until ships finally started crossing the waters, even if such served seemingly no purpose whatsoever. The fish remained in the same state as millennia before, disinterested with whatever these metal boats had to offer. They emitted painfully loud sounds, though, but life isn’t perfect.

Such was the life of this civilization.

Not that their life was a painful endeavour. By all accounts, it was relatively peaceful, say for some incidents involving the less fortunate members of the seas, or so I’m told. The accounts of these escapades have long been lost to the depths of the ocean, beneath the wrecks of many of these metal boats mentioned earlier, deeper than the stations of the Challenger Deep. One might ask: “Why did these topside creatures in their big metal boats erect such strange stations in a crevice of the waters that no one goes to?”. Many theories have been provided about such, but they are verily wrong. They must be. We don’t know why they started boating using wood, then substituted the aforementioned to metal in a couple cycles. Was wood not good enough? Their wood derelicts decay at an alarming rate, that is a given, but they are usable for much longer than their small lives would allow. All this boatstuff is beyond me, as I’m sure it would be for most of you.

To be honest, I never really understood most of it.

Well, “whatever”, as a more recently hatched reader would say; all these problems involving the boats and whatever those station things are probably didn’t make sense for the topsidians. If they exist, even. The only assurance we get that they do exist is from the salmons, but what do they know anyway? We can barely communicate using our current, more modern writing standards, let alone have them decipher what these topside creatures have to offer. One of these days a couple of our brethren might as well climb out of our world of perpetual darkness and misery and taste for themselves what these topsidians do. Or if they even exist. Or if they existed at one point in time but stopped existing. Or if they’ve never existed in the first place. Or if they didn’t exist at one point, but now exist? To be on the same mental page as you, dear reader, I don’t think that either will be answered in the next couple of cycles. It’s been more cycles since these topsidians appeared than I can count on all of my appendages! Even if some of them have disappeared in that conflict with the salmon khan.

Still not sure how. Specifics remain unknown. Future bleak.

But I’ve rambled too much on about the past — or future. Uncertain. It is time that I wrote about myself, so that the reader can determine the nature of my writings. I have hatched many cycles ago, back when the seas were calm. I have lost count of these cycles that I have endured throughout the ages, though I must say, they were rather uneventful. These topsiders, topside creatures or “topsidians”, as some hatched brethren have called them, including myself, still elude us. We have now started learning from the hatchlings sent near the topside that these topsiders have returned. Not in the same form, for some indiscernible reason, but in a living form nonetheless. They have lost their scales and dark-red garments, which they were so keen on wearing around, but it is likely that the salmon who provided information about their looks were wrong. Can never be sure about them salmons. They are saying that these new topsiders have started eating the hive-keepers. If such a fact is true, then it is possible that our long connection with these salmons will cease once the last hive-keeper is done for. Their entire civilization might as well just crumble apart, their minds becoming stranded, small, indecipherable, obsolete. I urge all hatchlings, those older and those dead to get their acts together. The salmons may fall to these topsiders, but our proud civilization will remain through as many cycles as before! I urge every single brethren to com-

The writing-slab upon which the above words were being carved was taken away from Shang’s grip, his mother looking down at him. “I’ve told you before to stop writing bad fiction, Shang. Obad’s already got enough in his collection.” Shang looked around his room, thinking and looking for an excuse to get the piece of fiction back and finish the story he’s been writing for so long. After finding none, he slowly slithered and swam his way to the window, looking out from the small, dimly-lit cave-room which he’s inhabited ever since he’s hatched. Many of his personal belongings, pictures, writings and playthings hung around his room, eagerly waiting to be used for any purpose, but Shang kept his face against the window, looking out at the many fish frolicking about, including the salmon, eagerly waiting the hive-keepers’ commands.

“I just want to know what’s out there, mom. The old ones keep telling us about fish living above the waters, yet they never tell us how they look like, how they taste like, how they feel like, how they-” his mother cut him off, telling him to stop worrying about it. Deep inside she felt the same way as her hatchling. She went through the same process. The old ones didn’t tell anyone anything about the civilization’s “interesting” history, even if they would be able to provide first-hand accounts as to what happened within the first few cycles.

As she left the room, she kept the writing-slab close to her appendage root. Swimming out of the deep in which she’s lived most of her life, a rather strange action this time of the cycle, given how there weren’t any festivals or ceremonies needing the civilization to come out of the many caverns which had given them safety for so long. She gave it to a hive-keeper, asking it for a favour. The mother requested quite the strange and exotic action, but the hive-keeper obliged nonetheless, and soon the writing-slab found its way on the backs of many salmon, carrying it to a strange net the creatures from above used to kidnap fish for purposes unknown. The writing-slab was soon raised along with the net, meeting the same, unknown end as the fish alongside it.

John was looking at the many fish carried over in the net, and immediately fixated upon the strange, eerily perpendicular rock. He took it out of the fish-pile, examining the strange scribblings on either side. He looked over his shoulder, calling out:

“Hey Ron, check this out.”

Ron came at a somewhat fast pace, eager to look at what his brother found alongside the fish. Taking the slab, noticing the strange writing upon it. It wasn’t natural, that’s for sure, but who would have the time to carve out then scribble random shapes in a piece of sea-rock then drop it into the ocean this far into the pacific? Not knowing whether to drop it back in or to keep it, he came to the most obvious choice surrounding the slab, voicing it to his brother:

“I’ll have the captain check it out.”

SCP-XXXX-1 mid-appearance

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Safe Neutralized

Special Containment Procedures: As of Incident 17/05/20██, SCP-XXXX is considered to be neutralized and as such there is no currently standing Special Containment Procedure (see Incident XXXX-17/05/20██).

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Description: SCP-XXXX is the collective designation for two objects, SCP-XXXX-1 and SCP-XXXX-2.

SCP-XXXX-1 refers to a model 1500 Chevy Pickup Truck featuring an extended cab manufactured in 1990. There are no external changes directly visible on the object, aside from 7 millimeters of stainless steel covering the back of the truck. This shell of steel is covered by a light green canvas.

SCP-XXXX-1's fuel capacity is 560 liters, however it is recommended to not fill the truck up to full capacity as high levels of gasoline can interfere with the capabilities of SCP-XXXX-2. The tank and engine used to operate the vehicle is not tampered with. In the driver cabin everything right of the driver seat is completely stripped out and replaced with a seemingly random assortment of electronics, switches and lights.

The object is capable of crossing into other dimensions or universes with an unknown device designated as SCP-XXXX-2 (pictured) which is connected to SCP-XXXX-1 via cables and screws. In order for the machine to work for 2 transits into other dimensions, it requires 15 milligramms of plutonium-239 to be inserted in the back. The device can not operate by itself, as it needs to be at a steady speed of 77 kilometers/hour to properly function², the reason for which is currently not understood. It is theorized that SCP-XXXX-2 is highly sensitive to the rifts caused by the pocket dimensions trying to return to their original dimensions, and the constant collisions between universes, becoming able to catalogue these findings and know the exact coordinates for each dimension and universe.

SCP-XXXX-2 being examined by Dr. █████ shortly after recovery

To activate SCP-XXXX, the plutonium supply should already be inserted into SCP-XXXX-2 and the operator is needed to be seated inside the truck. When the circuits inside the vehicle are turned on they activate a unit containing multiple fourteen- and seven-segment displays that show the current time (red), and two different displays each filled with numbers (green and yellow). The green display shows what dimension or universe the vehicle is currently in³, while the yellow display shows the dimension or universe the vehicle is set to go to. Currently it is estimated that there are 9000 dimensions and universes that can be travelled to by SCP-XXXX; This figure includes pocket dimensions created by entities. For example, SCP-1660-2 is numbered at 2151. These mechanisms do not use different numbering systems to differentiate between dimensions and universes.

Travelling into universes or dimensions numbering 6000 or higher is highly discouraged, as SCP-XXXX becomes highly unstable while travelling to these worlds.

Recovery: SCP-XXXX was recovered during a routine patrol on the outskirts of Site-██, with the front of the vehicle having suffered an impact resulting in damage typical of a car crash. Inside the cab of the truck were the many scientific instruments as well as a skeleton of a human. The skeleton was estimated to be 8 to 10 years old. It had several broken ribs and a broken arm, believed to be the cause of death. Aside from the outer plastics, the inside of the vehicle was not harmed beyond the point of repair.

Incident XXXX-17/05/20██:

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