Ghetto Blaster 9000

SCP-XXXX

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be contained in a sound-proof observational chamber when not in testing at Site-19. If SCP-XXXX is activated outside of testing parameters, speakers playing from a selected playlist of death music is to be introduced in the area, and the object must be turned up. SCP-XXXX is not to be brought within 40 ft to any speakers or similar device unless in controlled testing. Researchers wishing to test with SCP-XXXX must get the approval of the approval of two (2) Level 3 personnel.

SCP-XXXX-A is to be contained Parazoology wing of Area-12 and be given dietary needs appropriate for non-anomalous Whitetail deer.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a Sharp GF-777 boombox. Although the electronic and wiring comments in SCP-XXXX are intact, with the exception of the power button, all buttons, switches and knobs don't function. Speakers constantly produce static when turned off. When on, SCP-XXXX plays a song between the years of 1981 to present day and will switch to a different song upon finishing. Constructs of colorful light reassembling musical notes is created from the speaker and levitates away from SCP-XXXX during this process. A message had been written under SCP-XXXX in permanent marker, reading: "GHETTO BLASTER 9000 SAYS… FUCK CAGES! LET THE SOUL ROCK BROTHER! Aside from multiple dents on the handle, the object is in good condition.

Whenever a human being is within range of SCP-XXXX in its activated state, the individual will be overcome with the desire to dance to the music regardless of physical state or personal view on dancing. If not restrained, subjects will continuously dance to the songs being produced by SCP-XXXX. Subjects who are under the influence of SCP-XXXX suffer no afflictions associated from heavy physical activity, including exhaustion, heatstroke, hunger and even sleep deprivation.

Non-human organism and objects affected by are designated as SCP-XXXX-1. Animals and plants will stand on their back hind legs and roots respectively, imitating the movements of a human as much as possible. Objects (i.e. chairs, statues, buildings) will become animate and move in ways that under would be damaging to its form. Like humans, SCP-XXXX-1 instances express to desire to dance, often using their physical features in attempting dance moves. Both humans and SCP-XXXX-1 instances show no aversion to each other and even often willingly pair up if given the opportunity.

Equipping subjects with noise-cancelling ear muffs or locking the object in a sound-proofing container does not prevent its effect. Only removing the subject or instance away from SCP-XXXX's range¹, or turning off SCP-XXXX will revert affected parties to normal behavior. Subjects who are listening to death metal in presence of SCP-XXXX will be immune to its effects.

Furthermore, if SCP-XXXX is placed within range of a speaker system or any device capable of playing sound, the device will be synchronized. Devices affected will share the same anomalous properties as SCP-XXXX (Designated SCP-XXXX-2).

Recovery: SCP-XXXX was recovered during a raid on POI-5578, Nicholas O'Donald (AKA PuRpLEWoLF69) on the night of 1/1/2015. POI-5578 was recent member of the GOI Gamers Against Weed since early 2014. The identify and anomalous capabilities was unknown, but POI-5578 was suggested to be male and claimed to "bring stuff to life" in recovered chatroom records. POI-5578 was finally tracked and located to a gated community in Orange County, California. A mobile task force was send to apprehend the subject but was subdued by POI-5578 through the activation of SCP-XXXX and escaped. Video was captured by helmet cameras.

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VIDEO LOG

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MEMBERS: MTF-1 (Drew Lee). MTF-2 (Darrin Griffin), MTF-3 (Walter Santiago), MTF-4 (Cesar Mullins), MTF-5 (Sean Cannon)

[BEGIN LOG]

(MTF is driving to the destination house. All members are checking their gear and loading their weapons.)
MTF-3: So they finally managed to track the guy, how'd they manage that? These GAW bastards are usually hard to find.

MTF-1: The techies provided me with a very sophisticated and extensive explanation on the matter, but because I don't want to bore you death I'll summarize. Sloppiness; didn't even know how to cover his tracks well.

MTF-3: So little wolfie here didn't know how to properly use a computer? *snickers* That's just funny.

MTF-2: Be serious Walter, this is going on record.

MTF-4: You doing okay there man?

(MTF-5 taps his foot against the floor of the vehicle. MTF-5 tenses and turns to MTF-4)

MTF-5: I'm fine. Just thinking about what we're going into.

MTF-3: You mean the target?

MTF-5: Of course, who else? We know next to nothing about this guy. His powers. What exactly he's capable of.

MTF-1: The file did state they he could bring things to life. Don't get nervous, it'll mess you up.

MTF-5: The file suggested he could "bring things to life." That could mean a lot of things, Drew. I'm not nervous either, it's the adrenaline. After god knows how many missions you do. You never get used to it.

MTF-1: Command we see the house of the target. We're parking now.

Commander: Roger Alpha one, proceed with caution.

(MTF-1 parks the van by the sidewalk belonging to the property of POI-5578. The lights in the house are dark except for a lone window on the second floor. MTF-2 witnesses POI-5578 shuffling through the drawers in his room and tells the entire MTF team to stay put. After POI-5578 leaves the view of the window, MTF-2 visibly relaxes.)

MTF-2: We're in the clear. That must be the target. I don't think he saw us either, we still have the drop on him.

MTF-1: Let's give him a warm welcome. Remember, stick to the tranquilizers. We don't need to shed blood unless we have to. Darin and Caesar, you'll take the back. The rest of us will take front. Let's move.

(All MTF members exit the vehicle and move towards the house. MTF-2 and MTF-4 diverge from the group and go around the building. MTF-1, MTF-3 and MTF-5 proceed up the front porch. MTF-3 steps on the welcome mat and the doorbell rings in response. At the time, an alarm system was hooked from the doormat to the doorbell by a thin wire hidden under the patio floor.)

MTF-3: Oh god.

MTF-2: Walter! What did you do?

MTF-3: I didn't do nothin'!

(A security camera is wired above the door. The red light on it turn on and the device moves slightly downwards. The speaker system attached to the door activates.)

POI-5578: Hello? Who's knocking… oh fuck!

(Speaker system shuts off.)

MTF-1: Dammit! Get your asses in gear!

(MTF-1 kicks the door open. MTF-1, MTF- 3 and MTF-5 enter inside. Video feeds shows what appears to be the living room. Spray painted murals cover the walls depicting a red sun rising over a beach and a large city. Room is devoid of furniture and instead replaced with a work bench and a office chair. A large amounts of antiques and toys rest on the work bench and around the room. Hundreds of origami paper cranes are hung above by individual strings of yarn, covering the majority of the ceiling. A loud crash is heard from the kitchen. MTF-2 and MTF-4 exits the kitchen and stop in place when they see MTF-1.)

MTF-1: Up the stairs! Now!

(MTF rushes up the steps. As they get closer to the second floor, distant shouts of POI-5578 could be heard.)

POI-5578: Bitch! Fuck! Bitch! Jesus! Bitch! Fuck!

MTF-1: Approaching target command. Weapons hot!

POI-5578: Fuck! Goddamn! Fuck!

Command: Roger commander, proceed with caution.

POI-5578: Shit! Where is it?! There you are!

(MTF reaches the second floor and follow the shouting to a door on the left. The song "Who Let the Dogs Out" by Baha Men. MTF-1 kicks open the door to reveal POI-5578 wearing a purple ski mask and sunglasses. POI-5578 steps away from the bed and raises his hands up. A black cat is resting on the bed, eyeing the men.)

POI-5578: Woah! Woah! No need for the shoot - fuck can't think straight. Please don't pull the trigger! We can talk about this can we?

MTF-2: Don't move! Knees on the ground!

MTF-1: Command we've acquired the target, i repeat, we've acquired the target.

Command: Roger commander. Bag target and transport to base.

MTF-3: What is going on over there?

(MTF-3 gestures his gun to the bed.)

POI-5578: Nothing man! I was just listen to some music, that's it. Look, I don't know what's going on but you got the run gu-

MTF-2: I said don't move!

POI-5578: Oh god! okay okay. Please don't blow me- I mean please don't blow my head off!
MTF-1: (To MTF-3) Bag him.

(MTF-3 moves to arrest POI-5578 when the music restarts up to the 20 second mark; MTF-3 stops and shakes his hips in an eccentric fashion.)

MTF-1: What? What are you doing solider?

MTF-3: I don't know! I feel fuzzy and actually… kind of peachy.

MTF-2: I can't control my legs! I'm doing squats!

MTF-4: My arms have mind of it's own!

(MTF-2, MTF-3 and MTF-4 starts dancing on their own accord, ignoring protests from MTF-5. POI-5578 jumps and lands chest-first behind the bed. Cat stretches on the covers. MTF-1's body twitches in tune with the music. MTF-1 radios into command.)

MTF-1: Command! Something's wrong. We're behind affected by an anomaly. Send more reinforcements! Command?

Command: *Sounds of hollering, cheering and whistling.*

MTF-5: We're dead.

(All objects in the room SCP-XXXX-1 instances. Framed pictures on the and on the dressers begun moving in their frames. Toys and clothes on the ground are animate and 'dance' with the use of their physical attributes. Furniture hops up in down in place. Cat stands on hind legs and performs the moonwalk. All members of the MTF are fully under the influence and dances as well. POI-5578 peers up behind the bed holding SCP-XXXX, seemingly unaffected. POI-5578 sighs in relief.)

POI-5578: There is a god.

MTF-1: This is amazing, boys! I hadn't felt like this since Florida!

MTF-3: You're damn right this is amazing! My heart is exploding into tiny little fireworks.

MTF-5: Hey guys! Watch this!

(MTF-5 commences the 'robot' dance move. All MTF claps in a means of encouragement for MTF-5. POI-5578 is seen dashing to closet and pulling out a large purple backpack. POI-5578 lays SCP-XXXX and the backpack on the bed, then scavenges around the room.)

MTF-1: Woah, Sean! Since when did you become a dance master?

MTF-5: I have no idea, sir! It's like until now… I had the beast chained inside me. But now I have the eye of the tiger! I'm a dancing tiger!

MTF-3: Drink to that brother.

(MTF-3, still dancing, picks up a open can of root beer and swallows it contents. SCP-XXXX changes the song to "Macarena" by Los del Río. All MTF members perform the macarena. POI-5578 pulls out drawers from his dresser and empty the contents from the floor.)

POI-5578: Come on, where's the cash? There you are you son of a bitch!

(POI-5578 pulls out a trash bag filled with American dollar bills, several bundles fall out through a small hole in the bag unnoticed by POI-5578. POI-5578 tosses the bag on the bed. It becomes animate and joins with the other SCP-XXXX-1 instances: a hardcover journal, Apple Macbook air, a PlayStation 2 video game console, a book of frosted animal cookies and a can of pepper spray. All instances jump in rhythm to the song. POI-5578 zips opens the zipper and points inside the backpack.)

POI-5578: We have a limited window! Get in!

(All SCP-XXXX-1 instances form a line and jump. Doing a flip in air before falling inside the backpack. POI-5578 zips the backpack closed and wears it over his shoulder. POI-5578 prepares to run into the hallway but stops. POI-5578 snaps his fingers and turns to MTF-1. POI-5788 whistles to get his attention.)

POI-5578: Why are you chilling at this dump man? Why aren't you at the um… 'mighty extravaganza.?

MTF-1: 'Mighty extravaganza'?

(POI-5578 feigns surprise and gasps.)
POI-5578: You haven't heard? They are setting up this massive dance competition at the mall. They're going to have food, girls, and famous celebrities!

MTF-4: Did you say dance competition?!

POI-5578: Yeah man! It's going to be the biggest in the world! A once-in-a-lifetime experience. You'll be a fool to miss it.

MTF-5: I would love to go! But… I don't know where the mall is.

POI-5578: O-oh I can help with that!

(POI-5578 sprints to the dresser and pulls out a pair of jeans. POI-5578 meets back with MTF-1, picking up SCP-XXXX on the way. POI-5578 shakes the jeans with his left hand then drops it on the floor. The jeans become an SCP-XXXX-1 instances and is able to stand in spite of not physically touching the floor. POI-5578 then shoves SCP-XXXX inside the waist band and turns to MTF-1)

POI-5578: My little friend here will gladly guide to it. Just follow the music and he will do it rest.

MTF-1: Really? Thank you so much POI-5578. It means a lot.

POI-5578: POI-? Uh, yeah no problem! I just love helping people.

(POI-5578) gently pushes the SCP-XXXX-1 jeans instance to the doorway. POI-5578 kneels down and whispers.

POI-5578: Take them to the mall. Gather up as much people as possible but don't you dare hurt anyone. They'll will clean up the mess for us.

(PO!-5578 slaps the SCP-XXX-1 instance on the back right pocket. The instance stumbles then moves out to the hallway. All the MTF members and SCP-XXXX-1 instances move to follow the music of SCP-XXXX.)

POI-5578: Have a good idea you little rascals! Bye! Adios! Au revoir! Sayonara! Goodbye!

(POI-5578 waves his hand until he sees the cat SCP-XXXX-1 instance. POI-5578 swoops and picks the cat into his arms. Cat loudly 'meows' in response.)

POI-5578: Not you. You're coming with me!

(The jeans led the affected parties down the stairs, to the living room and out the front door. SCP-XXXX plays ""Scatman (Ski-Ba-Bop-Ba-Dop-Bop)" by Scatman John. The vehicle closet to SCP-XXXX become an instance of SCP-XXXX-2. SCP-XXXX-2 plays song at fully volume, causing a chain reaction and converting other vehicles into more SCP-XXXX-2 instances. Houses in the community sway in rhythm to the music. Lights are turned on inside and residents open their doors and join the affected crowd. Objects such as trees, benches and poles are converted into SCP-XXXX-1 and rip themselves from their foundations, also joining the affected crowd.)

MTF-1: I hope you fellas don't have any long time dreams and goals, fellas! Because we're going to die young!

(Audio picks up sounds of cheering and whistling. The jeans instance walks down in the middle of the road. The crowd follows as well as the majority of SCP-XXXX-2. POI-5578 is seen in the background picking up a bike from a neighbor's lawn. POI-5578 places the cat into the basket then rides the bike in the opposite direction of the road.)

[END LOG]

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The failed raid resulted in an uncontrolled crowd of human subjects and SCP-XXXX-2 instances paraded through the streets of downtown ██████████, taking SCP-XXXX with them. More subjects were affected as a consequence for the crowd going through many population centers and intentionally drawing attention to them. Available Foundation personnel quarantined the town and attempted to evacuate the civilians. MTF Eta-11 ("Savage Beasts") was send in to resolve the situation. Unfortunately, as SCP-XXXX's properties weren't well understood at the time, MTF Eta-11 were enthralled by SCP-XXXX, as well as the majority of personnel. One particular agent by the name of Cliff Rodney was cognizant and self-aware of the mission through the entire ordeal.

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VIDEO LOG

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Foreword: Agent Rodney was one of the many agents called into action do to him being stationed in his home town of ██████████ at the time. He was tasked with assisting in evacuation of nearby civilians in by a bar. Video was captured from Agents Rodney's body camera.

[BEGIN LOG]

(Agent Polk and Agent Rodney are in a Foundation-issued bus speeding through the streets. Agent Polk is handling the steering wheel while Agent Rodney is checking and tuning his ear pieces.)

Agent Rodney: How close are we from the evac station?

Agent Polk: I would say a mile, maybe less. You know what we're dealing with right?

Agent Rodney: Some anomalous boombox?

Agent Polk: Reports say the anomaly can make people dance uncontrollably. It can affect surround objects too; something out of a damn cartoon. My best guess it's somewhere between a cognitohazard and an ontokinetic anomaly.

Agent Rodney: You think the boombox is a reality bender?!

Agent Polk: I'm spit-balling Cliff, no need to crap in your pants. Not yet.

(Agent Rodney massages his temples, taking a deep intake of breath.)

Agent Rodney: I can't believe this… Jesus, we're going straight into a nightmare aren't we?

Agent Polk: Hey, hey. Our job is to only gather up as much people in the bus, drive away and that's it. the task force and the clean up crew is going to hold the burden here. We'll have an easier day then the time we went to New York together.

Agent Rodney: Ugh… don't remind me.

Agent Polk: We're here. Remember, the ear pieces are supposed to block the music so don't take them out. If any one asks, just use the 'terrorist' cover story. Works every time.

(The vehicle parks on the left-hand side of the street. Agent Polk opens the bus door and grabs the handheld microphone. Agent Rodney steps out of the vehicle. Foundation personnel are evacuating civilians from all shops in the district. Some civilians are arguing with personnel but most remain compliant to instructions. Agent Polk activates the bus's speakers.)

Agent Polk: ATTENTION! THIS IS NOT A DRILL! I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL! EVACUATE TO THE NEAREST TRANSPORTATION BUSES! I REPEAT THE SITUATION HAS REACHED CRITICAL! HEAD TO THE NEAREST BUSES!

(Sounds of gasping and shouting are recorded through the body cam. On man splits from a group only to be restrained by a nearby agent.)

Agent Rodney: Way to calm the panic, Polk.

(More buses arrive to the district. Personnel being guiding the civilians to the buses. Agent Rodney gestures his hand to the entrance - helping those having trouble climbing the steps.)

Agent Rodney: Let me help you there. There you go. Don't rush in, go one at a time. That's it. That's it.

Voice 1: Wh-where are you taking me to?

Agent Rodney: To a safe location outside of town, sir. We have reasons to believe a series of bombs has been planted somewhere in the city.

Voice 2: Oh god, oh god!

Voice 3: But I can't leave man! I left my bag in the car!

Agent Rodney: No, no! Miss, we have to leave now, it's for your safety.

Voice 3: But my bag!

Agent Rodney: We have to leave now miss! We got everything under control. Calm down and enter-

(All speaker systems in cars and streetlights starting from up the street to back become SCP-XXXX-2, playing Party Hard" by Andrew W.K. The civilians are confused but quickly stop panicking and dances to the music, all personnel are also affected with the exception of Agent Rodney. Agent Rodney exclaims an expletive as he moves away towards the middle of the street.)

Agent Rodney: It's spreading! The anomaly is spreading Polk we got to go! Polk? Polk!

(The body camera is turned to the bus what is now swaying left to right. The civilians dance their way out of the bus and coalesce outside. Agent Polk stands up from his seat and whistle. The group stops and pays attention to him.)

Agent Polk: I hope you have the arm strength beautiful people! Because now you'll have to uphold the Polkster!

(Agent Polk walks back several steps then leaps head first into the civilians. The civilians cheer and catches him mid fall. Agent Polk is lifted above the group - resulting in more cheering.)

Agent Polk: See Rodney? I told you nothing would happen! You're overreacting! I'll see you later, buddy! I've got a date with destiny!

(The group carrying Polk enters through the doorway of the bar. Sounds of crashing and yodeling is heard from the building. Agent Rodney is silent.)

Agent Rodney: …What?

(SCP-XXXX-1 instances become highly active. Words on the billboards and signs shuffles around and changes the lettering to each wording that is being said in the song. Various buildings gain flexibility, twisting and jumping in place. The physical force being exerted does not damage them in any way. All cars randomly honk and expel colored light constructs from underneath their hood. Agent Rodney's navigates through the streets avoiding the subjects.)

Agent Rodney: Where's the task force? They should be here already!

(Agent Rodney's slows considerable as he looks straight ahead. SCP-XXXX is rested inside the waistband of an animate pair of jeans. A large crowd of humans and SCP-XXXX-1 instances are following SCP-XXXX, structured similar to a parade. Members of MTF Eta-11 ("Savage Beasts") were spotted in multiple frames of the footage.)

Agent Rodney: It's the anomaly. Dammit! Why aren't these ear pieces working for everyone else? I'm still fine.

(Agent Rodney makes his way to SCP-XXXX but it pulled to the side by a homeless man in wrinkled clothes. Agent Rodney and the man performs the 'tango' dance move together. Occasionally the man coughs in his face.)

Agent Rodney: Why- Let go!

//(Agent Rodney pulls his hand from the man. A woman in a waitress outfit plucks the ear pieces from his ears and holds onto his shoulders and shakes her hips. Agent Rodney rips the woman's hands away from his head. Agent Rodney tried to look for the ear pieces but can't find them.

Agent Rodney: What is wrong you people! Snap out of it!

(He bumps into An obese man wearing a 'New Year's Eve Baby' costume. The man clenches him by the waist and lifts him up into the air. The song changes to "Imma Be" by The Black Eyed Peas.)

Agent Rodney: Where did you come from?!

(The man into costume giggles and kisses Agent Rodney on the lips. Agent Rodney headbutts out of reflex, causing the man to let go of him. Multiple humans and SCPi-XXXX-1 instances head to his position. He then runs into a nearby antique shop and locks the door. Agent Rodney hyperventilates and hide to wall farthest from the entrance. Multiple banging is heard on the door. He vomits on the floor.)

Agent Rodney: He shoved… I could taste it!

(Agent Rodney dry heaves for fifteen seconds. He wipes his mouth then raises his head to deer mount smiling at him (SCP-XXXX-A). The head blinks and say the word "Hi" in a high-pitched tone. Agent Rodney trips on as pulls out his gun. The instance tears itself from the wall, revealing that it is connected to a fully-functioning body at the wooden plaque. SCP-XXXX-A winks at him, bumps into a shelf filled with vases and ceramics and walks out the back entrance. The shelf falls to the floor, all fragile items break into shards forming into the construct of unidentified species of bull. Agent Rodney aims his gun at the entity, who stares back at him blowing smoke from its nostrils.)

Agent Rodney: Get back… Get back!

(The bull yodels and charges. Agent Rodney pulls the trigger but the gun doesn't fire. The bull jumps over Agent Rodney and rams into the other shelves. Two more bull-like entities are created through the destruction. Two of the entities prepared to ram their horns together but is stopped by the last entity. All three instances nod in unison, stand on their back-hing legs and danced. Agent Rodney silent exits through the back door and closed the door silently as he could. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cellphone from his pocket.)

Agent Rodney: Evac is compromised… Need to call the line. Pick up. Please pick up.

(Agent Rodney enters the phone number for the contacting the Foundation help line. He stops when he hears a series of sounds resembling hoofs on concrete. Body camera turns around to the SCP-XXXX-A rushing into frame. Body camera is thrown into the air and lands in the center of the alley wall. Instance catches Agent Rodney by its antlers. He struggles to be unhooked but is taken away by the entity and leaves sight of the camera.)

[END LOG]

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SCP-XXXX and the masses that were affected traveled to ██████████'s mall and stationed there for the rest of the duration of the incident. Foundation personnel quarantined the surrounding area. The use of robotic drones to extract SCP-XXXX through robotic drones were discussed but were scrapped due to an fundamental understanding of the object. At 6:09 AM, the music produced by SCP-XXXX ceased. Foundation agents entered the structure and found that the civilians were no longer affected and were fine, abet confused. All instances were neutralized with the exception of SCP-XXXX-A who was licking Agent Rodney's head. Agent Rodney was found sitting by a wall telephone inside the mall clutching SCP-XXXX and exhibited high amounts of stress when found. SCP-XXXX and SCP-XXXX-A was brought into containment. All witnesses were administered Class-A amnestics and a cover story describing a New Year's party descending into a riot was fabricated to account for the damages. All footage was confiscated from the mall and send in for closer inspection.

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VIDEO LOG

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Foreword: This log was combined through multiple CCTV camera feeds in the mall. As such, audio is absent throughout the feed.

[BEGIN LOG]

[5:29 AM]: The doors to the main entrance to the mall is kicked opened by several by the SCP-XXXX-1 jeans instance and is followed by the affected crowd inside. The speak systems become SCP-XXXX-2 instances causing civilians inside the mall and newly formed SCP-XXXX-1 instances to dance.

[5:50 AM]: SCP-XXXX-A gallops through trough the main doors, carrying Agent Rodney in its antlers. SCP-XXXX-A stops and carefully releases him on the floor. Agent Rodney stands up and stares back at SCP-XXXX-A, it stares back at him for several seconds before trotting away from view. Agent Rodney reaches into his holster and pocket and is dismayed to find it be empty. He looks to the main plaza, then to entrance, then to the plaza again. Agent Rodney pulls out his combat knife and proceeds forward to the plaza.

[5:54 AM: Scene changes to a water foundation in the middle of the plaza, a large amount of civilians and SCP-XXXX-1 instances are concentrated by it. Agent Rodney moves narrowly through the crowd, he is briefly grabbed by the hand by an SCP-XXXX-1 female mannequin instance but pulls its arm off of him. Agent Rodney continues moving until he notices an elderly woman calling out to him. The woman is being forced to perform a partner dance with 6ft canine-shaped balloon animal.

[5:55 AM]: Agent Rodney sprints to the balloon animal, pushing away civilians and instances out of his path. Upon reaching the balloon animal he slashes it with his knife, causing it to pop and neutralize. Agent Rodney grabs the woman by the hand and leads her out of frame.

[5:57 AM]: Scene changes to Agent Rodney and the woman conversing in a hallway. Similar to him, the woman is seemly immune to SCP-XXXX. He pats her on the back and opens up a door leading to a woman's restroom. Agent Rodney guides to female inside and closes door before walking out of frame.

[6:02 AM]: Agent Rodney wanders until he reaches the food court. Most subjects are dancing on the tables with even fewer eating food as they dance. Agent Rodney scans the room until he spots the SCP-XXXX-1 jeans instance dancing on a table with SCP-XXXX still atop of it. He sneaks up to the instance and but is caught by the entity which jumps off the table and runs away. Agent Rodney pursues the instance out of frame.

[6:05 AM]: Scene changes to civilians and SCP-XXXX-1 instances are dancing on an escalator, alternating between the two upon reaching the upper and lower levels. The jeans instance enters frame and scrambles to the escalator leading up. Agent Rodney appears next and attempts to go the the escalator as well but is block by a large line of people entering it. He goes to the escalator leading down instead, going up the steps as fast as he could as he brushes past an handful of subjects. The jeans entity reaches the second floor first and goes to the right, Agent Rodney reaches the floor and also moves right out of frame.

[6:07 AM]: Scene changes to the door of an elevator on the second floor. The jeans entity skids past the doors, regains its momentum and enters the elevator carriage. The SCP-XXXX-1 instance 'waves' its pant leg to Agent Rodney, he fails to enter the carriage when the door closes. Agent Rodney goes to the railing and leans forward. He back away, gripping his hair but soon positions himself to the other side of the railing. Agent Rodney jumps.

[6:08 AM]: Scene changes to a bouncy castle on the first floor, swaying to the beat of the music. Agent Rodney lands on the castle, breaking his fall. A section of the bouncy castle depresses, Agent Rodney rolls on the floor and hits his head on a trash can. He quickly gets up and hides at the side of the elevator door.

[6:09 AM]: The doors to the elevator open. The SCP-XXXX-1 jeans instance calmly walks out but is tackled by Agent Rodney. The entity doesn't resist as he pulls SCP-XXXX away and turns it off. All anomalous effects in the mall immediately cease. Agent Rodney gets up and leans against a pillar to rest. He then inspects SCP-XXXX and sees the message written underneath.

[6:10 AM]: Agent Rodney pauses, then hyperventilates as he stumbles away from the pillar, his body visible shakes as he holds his mouth with his free hand. His head snaps to the left and moves out of frame. Scene changes to pay phone attached to a wall. Agent Rodney approaches the phone and pulls out his wallet.

[6:11 AM]: Agent Rodney inserts the coinage into the machine and pulls out the receiver. He communicates to the Foundation private line that he obtained SCP-XXXX and requested extraction.

[6:13 AM]: Agent Rodney inserts more coinage and makes a second phone call. He visibly shouts into the receiver holding SCP-XXXX above his head. He gradually lowers to the floor and sits down.

[6:17 AM]: Agent Rodney drops the receiver on the ground and covers his face with his free hand. SCP-XXXX-A trots to Agent Rodney position, he turns his head to the entity, not moving from his spot. SCP-XXXX-A leans in and lick Agent Rodney's hair. He lowers his head placing his hand back on his face.

[END LOG]

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Upon closer examination of the footage, Agent Rodney was called for an interview about the sequence of events leading to the recovery of SCP-XXXX and his apparent immunity to the object.

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Interview LOG

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Interviewed: Agent Cliff Rodney

Interviewer: Dr. Reyley

Foreword: This interview took place after an 48 hour investigation in the aftermath of the recovery of SCP-XXXX. Down below is a selected transcript from the interview.

[BEGIN LOG]

Dr. Reyley: So after being let go from SCP-XXXX-A, you've proceed towards the mission object with… *paper shuffling* a standard combat knife.

Agent Rodney: I know it wasn't practical for what I had to deal with but all my gear was knocked off when that deer ran into me. But to be honest, I probably could have completed the mission without it. The hardest part was chasing that pair of pants but even then it didn't put off much of a fight. All it took was a click of a button to end the whole nightmare. Anything else you want to know?

Dr. Reyley: Yes, one more thing. I want to discuss what happened after you acquired SCP-XXXX.

Agent Rodney: Hm?

Dr. Reyley: The phone calls.

(Agent Rodney flinches, then straightens his back.)

Agent Rodney: Yeah, that's the phone calls. Look is this really necessary? the higher ups know everything I know, but that wasn't enough though; people are still giving me the look.

Dr. Reyley: I want to hear your thoughts on the matter, personally. You were cleared of any wrongdoing but there are still questions that were left unanswered. Now, after deactivating SCP-XXXX you went to a payphone and used it to make two phone calls.

Dr. Reyley

POI-5578: Hello?

Agent Rodney: Nicholas, where are you?

POI-5578: Cliff, is that you? Thanks for the call. I appreciate the motion but I'm kind of busy-

Agent Rodney: Nicholas! Where are you?!

POI-5578: What the hell is with that attitude? Like I said I'm busy. I have to live with a friend for a while. Things are kind of shaky back home.

Agent Rodney: Busy huh? You sure you don't want to come back to pick up your damn boombox!

POI-5578: *pause* Oh… so you and your containment buddies have found it already.

Agent Rodney: Y-you… It was you! You're the one that made this! You're an anartist!

POI-5578: Look I can imagine what you're thinking but I had no choice man! Your people were closing in - I had to create a distraction.

Agent Rodney: How long?

POI-5578: What?

Agent Rodney: How long were you an anartist?

POI-5578: It… two years ago. It was after New Years. I was just as shocked as you when I found out. I wanted to tell you back then but I couldn't risk it! People like me are hunted like dogs, thrown in a cage or worse. You work for the biggest normalcy organization in the world, you should better than anyone how they feel about this sort of thing. I wish I could have told you in better circumstances but I guess fate had other plans.

Agent Rodney: Nicholas… I… how did you know I worked for them?

POI-5578: I found people with similar interests. They told and shown me many things… but I'll never forget the day when they proved that you didn't work for the NSA. But it doesn't change anything man. I still love you man. I don't hate you or anything, we've just happened to be on opposite sides. I always wanted to bring you in the crazy world I'm living but I guess you've had a head start.

Agent Rodney: Nicholas, please come back. We need to talk.

POI-5578: I'm sorry man, but at this point they know who I am now. If I go back they'll give me brain bleach or lock me in a cell forever. After this I won't be able to call you again, they'll tap the lines. I have to go now for the foreseeable future. Hopefully we can meet each other again but for now we have to say our goodbyes

Agent Rodney: Nicholas… please.

POI-5578: See you around.

(Dr. Reyley turns off the tape recorder. Agent Rodney is slouched forward with both hands covering his eyes.)

Agent Rodney: That boombox was a gift I've bought for him. I knew it was his based on the message written underneath. Hell I saw him write the words when he first played with it. What are the chances that my little brother was a magician?

Dr. Reyley: The birth records stated you were cousins.

Agent Rodney: When Nicholas was young his father died of an aneurysm and his mother became severely mentally ill shortly after, she wasn't capable of taking care of herself much less of a kid. There was no options left except with my family taking care of him. So he had to move in with us. I was an only child so I didn't exactly feel comfortable with the idea of someone the same age living with me. It took a while but we warmed up to each other, much better than I ever expected. He soon became a part of the family. Different mothers; spiritual brothers. You know?

Dr. Reyley: I see… did you suspect that your brother was an active member of Gamers Against Weed?

Agent Rodney: Didn't think it was even a possibility. He once told me he joined up with some online group but I didn't think much of it. In fact, I was proud of it. He always had trouble connecting with people, so seeing him having his own group did make me happy for him. Last year, Nicholas gotten enough money to move out of the house and got a place of his own. I used to be proud to see him step on his own two feet, now I don't know what to think. I thought I was the only one keeping secrets, apparently not.

Dr. Reyley: Now, you and POI-5578 were inherently immune to SCP-XXXX, with an exception of a… "Mildred O'Donald"? You met her during your mission, correct?

Agent Rodney: My cousin's grandmother. I rescued her from a crowd and brought her to the side. Luckily she saw a certain pair of pants dancing on the table in the foot court. I didn't want to risk anything so I told her to stay put in the bathroom until authorities arrived. Speaking of which, how is she doing? I never gotten the chance to talk to her after the mall.

Dr. Reyley: Mrs. Mildred is alright. She's been amnesitized and sent back home. According to her, she was shopping at the time of the incident for you and your brother?

Agent Rodney: She lives with us now ever since she lost her house. An hour before the incident she called and reminded me that she was getting supplies and would need help when she came back. We were trying to celebrate New Years tomorrow due to it being my fault I guess that's the downside of being an agent - got little time to spare. How the hell am I going to explain his disappearance to her? She's going to be heartbroken.

Dr. Reyley: A cover story has already been put in place. POI-5578 mysterious abandoned his house and fled elsewhere. The emotional fallout is however beyond our jurisdiction.

Agent Rodney: You know, even before my brother moved the household was having relationship issues. It wasn't anything serious it's just we were feeling disconnected from the amount of stuff we had to deal with our lives. I tried to bring the whole family on a short vacation to Michigan but it went sour by the time it ended.

Dr. Reyley: Care to elaborate?

Agent Rodney: Our vacation home was by a forest and… and there was this deer that would also come by out by the house. Now… I don't know how Nicholas did it but he managed to make another friend with that deer. For him, it wasn't hiking or diners, or whatever that made the trip for him. It was solely that deer.

Dr. Reyley: Something happened to the deer didn't it.

Agent Rodney: The forest was not protected from hunters. We a faint pop in the distance and I thought nothing of it. Me, Mildred and Nicholas were planning on going on a hike when two guys with guns pulled out the carcass from the clearing. I know it was the same deer from deep markings it had on its leg. Nicholas wasn't the same after that… became more mellow and reclusive. That's where the boombox came in. He happened to like music and retro stuff so I bought him exactly that in a form of that boombox from an antique store the next day. It didn't break his spell but he was less depressed than before; inspired him to pursue his hobbies even further. Heh, I remember him playing that all the time when we got back. He loved all kinds of songs, well except death metal-

Dr. Reyley: POI-5578 hates death metal?

Agent Rodney: Never liked the genre, says it 'ruins the vibe'.

Dr. Reyley: writes on notes Interesting… would it also be plausible for your immunity to SCP-XXXX and the continued existence of SCP-XXXX-A is connected to that vacation?

Agent Rodney: If I had to guess. i'm not anomaly expert doc I'm giving the facts.

Dr. Reyley: Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Rodney. Do you have last comments before we end this interview.

Agent Rodney: Yes… Until know, I never that POI-5578 was an anartist. I never helped him out on his projects. If I learned about his powers beforehand I would… have done something. And I… I… It's kind of insane to think about. I always knew long ago we would be going separate ways, I just think it was going to end up like this.

[END LOG]

Closing Statement: After testing SCP-XXXX with music from the death metal genre, it's been found that death metal is capable of nullifying the properties of SCP-XXXX when it's activated and immune from becoming SCP-XXXX-2 instances. Containment Procedures have been update accordingly.

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Footnotes

1. Affected subjects and SCP-XXXX-1 instances will not physically resist but will generally whine and complain of being escorted away.