Información

Article: SCP-ES-216 - Lutiya, Pilar Del Silencio/Lutiya, Pillar of Silence

Authors: Agente Shuffle, Almarduk, and Shadow-MASK

Translator: [DATA EXPUNGED… for now]

`BY ORDER OF THE O5 COUNCIL`

The following file describes an anomaly capable of retroactively modifying reality. Unauthorized access to this document will be penalized as deemed appropriate by the Lead Researcher or Site Manager.

`YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED`

Assigned Site	Site Director	Lead Researcher	Assigned Mobile Task Force
Site-15	Esteban Alejandro Suárez Figueroa	Marina Codetta García	N/A

3/ES-216 LEVEL 3/ES-216

CLASSIFIED

Item #: SCP-ES-216

Euclid

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SCP-ES-216

Special Containment Procedures: All entries into SCP-ES-216 must be sealed and placed under surveilance. Any variation in the local thaumatic wave characteristics should be immediately investigated for a drop in length or frequency that may indicate a generalized drop in thaumatic energy.

If no test is done with SCP-ES-216, a minimum of 5 Scranton Reality Anchors¹ distributed throughout the SCP-ES-216 area must be activated to stabilize Hume levels, and no staff member will be allowed access to SCP-ES-216.

Additionally, 16 instances of SCP-3258-2 have been dispersed in the area of SCP-ES-216 as a safeguard system. MTF Omega-12 ("Double Daggers") is authorized to release more instances of SCP-3258-2 or SCP-3258 if deemed necessary.

Description: SCP-ES-216 is an abandoned building located in Veracruz, Mexico. SCP-ES-216 occupies an area of 500m², and is mostly unoccupied. The interior of SCP-ES-216 shows signs of fire damage, particularly in the vicinity of the central wing.

The central wing, designated "ORCHESTRA HALL" according to its single entrance, consists of a small auditorium, with scarce and fire-damaged furniture. A number of instruments (violins, saxophones, etc.) are scattered throughout this room, apparently abandoned in a hurry. Remarkably, no specialized equipment for the production or amplification of music has been recorded. A series of burned posters are located outside this room. Although their contents are not completely discernible, it can be noted that they have been handmade, and appear to have been used as warnings.

Once every 16 hours, an unkown piece of music² can be heard, coming from an indeterminate point of SCP-ES-216. Remarkably, the tempo of SCP-ES-216-1 is usually quite erratic, going out of tune several times around the 7th second. Each repetition of SCP-ES-216-1 is identical to the previous one, and causes a minimum peak in the thaumic energy levels of SCP-ES-216.

Any individual inside SCP-ES-216 will acquire the ability to modify the length and frequency of thaumic waves³ at will.

It should be noted that these qualities only remain active while the individual is inside SCP-ES-216; however, the effects generated by it will remain even outside its area of effect. Once the individual leaves the area of SCP-ES-216, their táumic qualities will stop manifesting, usually leaving physical and/or psychological sequelae in the subject, depending on the amount of time he has remained in SCP-ES-216, as well as the nature of the alterations made.

Addendum 216-01:

The following is the record of tests performed with SCP-ES-216:

+ Enter Security Credentials 3/ES-216

- Access Granted

`Test #1`

Means Used: D-9906 (35 year old human male with no musical experience.) During the 25 days prior to the experiment he was regularly subjected to listening to the "Für Elise" trifle. A grand piano manipulated to interrupt the contact between the pins and the strings.

Result: D-9906 was ordered to perform the piece "Für Elise". Despite the lack of musical experience and previous manipulation of the instrument, slight modifications in the nearby thaumic wave frequencies occurred, resulting in the correct vibration of the piano strings. As a result, the piece could be played entirely without error.

Notes: Curious. Individuals can alter the properties of waves and even their means of propagation to a mechanical one like that of a fine piano wire. It is as if the building sang by itself.

~Dr. Codetta

`Test #2`

Means Used: Dr. Kauffmann, an etherophone⁴.

Result: With the intention of studying the interaction of táumic waves with acoustic waves, Dr. Kauffmann randomly scaled among the notes produced by the etherophone without the will to create a melody. The object's speakers played the notes at a volume of 45 dB. However, the interaction with the local waves produced a considerable increase in volume at 110 dB at any point inside SCP-ES-216. Dr. Kauffmann stopped playing notes after 2 minutes, but in spite of this, the same sequence of notes played by Dr. Kauffmann was still audible inside SCP-ES-216, repeating themselves repeatedly. With each repetition, the volume of the sequence was slightly reduced and there were slight variations in the notes, resulting, in the words of Dr. Kauffmann, "in a more melodic piece".

Notes: It is as if the music were the instrument of the individuals for an optimal manipulation of the SCP-ES-216 waves. Like a song played through a song. It sounds redundant, but at the same time it sounds like an orchestra of colossal magnitude. With this information, we can already start working with the manipulation of matter by means of the variations of Humes.

~Dr. Codetta

`Test #3`

Means Used: D-3798 (27 year old human male), a "Moritas" brand candy

Result: The candy was given to D-3798, and he was asked to increase its size. D-3798 managed to increase the mass of the candy ~15% of its original size. Once this was done, D-3798 was asked to leave the building. The candy did not undergo any noticeable changes.

Notes: As we had foreseen, the annulment of the anomalous abilities of D-3798 do not influence the state of the modified object. We still have to investigate whether the same is true for additional qualities that an individual confers on himself.

~Dr. Codetta

`Test #4`

Means Used: D-5813 (40-year-old human male), a series of light-emitting diode bands.

Result: In view of the possible uses of tatumic waves in the alteration of material reality and mechanical waves, an attempt was made to investigate their interactions with waves from electromagnetic media. A series of light-emitting diode bands were arranged on the north wall of SCP-ES-216. Later, D-5813 was asked to try to manipulate the light emitted by the diodes in some way, managing to do so in a somewhat disorganized way. He was eventually asked to sing a capella the beginning of the working song "Black Betty", after which a projection was produced from the light emitted by the diodes of 5 straight horizontal lines between which circles and circles of tiny radius and diverse colors.

Notes: The most literal sense of drawing with music. It is interesting that, again, for a correct or controlled environmental manipulation, an individual's musical interpretation is necessary. Music is the light of our souls, I suppose.

~Dr. Codetta

`Test #5`

Means Used: D-6243 (42-year-old human female, mute).

Result: D-6243 was located in the central room of SCP-ES-216 and was instructed to recite a series of words and sentences. A group of doctors in speech therapy and otolaryngology accompanied the subject. D-6243 was fully capable of reciting all the prayers that were dictated to him. Even so, his voice was really high-pitched and, as a later interview revealed, different from his original voice. During the experiment, the individual did not show any stupefaction with the events, and involuntarily enunciated the phrases in a melodic way and making special intonation or maintaining during some seconds certain syllables, similar in some way to a soprano. The doctors present indicate that the sounds were not formed in the larynx, but in his own lips with the air he exhaled due to the absence of vibration in his neck.

Notes: Fascinating! This place can give a voice to those who didn't have one before. It is like the miracle of Bartimaeus… Only it has nothing to do with God or blindness. Or maybe it does. Wow, this gives me some ideas…

~Dr. Codetta

`Test #6`

Means Used: An orchestra consisting of 18 violins, 6 violas, 4 cellos, 2 double basses, 2 clarinets, 2 trumpets, 3 trombones, a timpani and an organ; D-6336 (37 year old human female, recently deceased)

Result: The orchestra was regularly placed in the central hall and the body of D-6336 was placed in the center. The piece "Requiem in D Minor" by Mozart was then performed. Seconds after it had begun, some of the muscles in D-6336's face were again articulated and moved as if speaking despite the rigor mortis. From the mouth of D-6336's corpse emerged all the choruses, sopranos, tenors, baritones and altos. The air again circulated through the respiratory system of the deceased. It should be noted that the objective of the experiment was fulfilled, since thanks to the sounds created by the manipulation of the body, the same effects were achieved as during Test 2, greatly increasing the volume of each instrument (without causing subsequent auditory problems to the performers) and the voice of the body, in addition to resonating the piece for 9 days inside the building.

Notes: This… this is truly sinister, to say the least, but at the same time beautiful. The heavenly music of the requiem rescued his soul from wherever he was in order to sing this magnificence. I wonder if it will work in reverse.

~Dr. Codetta

`Test #7`

Means Used: D-5615 (30-year-old human male)

Result: [DATA EXPUNGED]

Notes: Good heavens. That's it, from now on I forbid all assigned personnel to test or enter SCP-ES-216. We cannot risk a similar incident. We all saw how this test turned out, and we were lucky.

~Dr. Codetta

Level of thaaumic waves emitted by SCP-ES-216 before Test #7, as seen through a Scranton Anchor.

Level of thaumic waves emitted by SCP-ES-216 before Test #7, as seen through a Scranton Anchor

Merry Christmas!

`FOLLOWING THE RESULTS OF TEST #7, TESTING WITH SCP-ES-216 HAS BEEN SUSPENDED INDEFINITELY.`

Incident 216-01:

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+ Enter Security Credentials 3/ES-216 - Access Granted
Following the events of Test #7, all personnel present at SCP-ES-216 were immediately evacuated. Radar analysis of the outside of the building showed no signs of latent animal life inside, because it was presumed the 9 test subjects used were thought to have died during the experimentation. However, subject D-9990 was still alive, although in an unconscious, presumably comatose state. The continuous feedback of the intensity of the thaumic waves caused by the involuntary manipulation of the waves by the subject, due to the events of Test #7, meant an exponential increase in the altering capacities of the individual's own surrounding reality.

The area was closed for two weeks, after which it is believed that the subject woke up and entered into such an anxious state that he totally lost control over his actions, which would justify the enormous variations in the levels of Hume inside SCP-ES-216. Consequently, all the mobile detachments present at Site-15, the closest facility to SCP-ES-216, were moved to the area with orders to eliminate the subject and prevent an expansion in the effects of more waves outside SCP-ES-216.

Attempts to externally neutralize the individual through firearms proved futile. Approximately two hours after the detachments arrived at the site, the subject tried to knock down the structure of SCP-ES-216 by means of a magnitude 9 earthquake in the area occupied by it. It should be noted that the surrounding land was not affected in any way. Finally, D-9990 tried to cross the main door of SCP-ES-216, and when leaving the space affected by SCP-ES-216, its molecular structure was abruptly normalized. After a few minutes, the Hume levels were restored, although the emission of thaumic waves was interrupted for approximately 16 hours.

During the incident, D-9990 was initially categorized as a Green Type, according to the classification models of the Global Occult Coalition. However, due to its capacity to manipulate the space-time continuum, not only the space occupied in the basal reality, but also in the corresponding space of other theoretical realities, it was designated as a White Type. A Scanlan's Transdimensional Anchor prototype was installed [[footnote] A Scanlan Transdimensional Anchor is a device still under development by Eng. Joseph Scanlan that allows to measure and modify the Hume levels of other theoretical realities. [[/footnote]] at 30 meters from SCP-ES-216, which was destroyed after the incident.

After what happened, Dr. Codetta asked the Global Hidden Coalition for permission to obtain a Maretu-Carling Quantum Stability Anchor. After permission was granted, Dr. Codetta proceeded to use SCP-ES-192 to modify the Quantum Stability Anchor, resulting in the creation of a Scranton Reality Anchor. After extensive testing in the area of SCP-ES-216, four more instances of the Scranton Reality Anchor were created and distributed to prevent similar incidents.
+ Enter Security Credentials 3/ES-216
- Access Granted
Permission to modify a model Maretu-Carling Quantum Stability Anchor

23/07/2016

From: Dr. Marina Codetta García

To: Regional Director Glissando Sostingut

The reason for this letter is to request your permission to obtain and modify a Maretu-Carling Quantum Stability Anchor model to be used in the SCP-ES-216 area and avoid unwanted incidents, such as the one recently registered on July 19th of this year. If permission is granted, I volunteer to go to a specific location and move the device to Site-15.

Yours:

𝒞ℴ𝒹ℯ𝓉𝓉𝒶

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Re: Permission to modify a model Maretu-Carling Quantum Stability Anchor

24/07/2016

From: Glissando Sostingut, Regional Director of the Global Occult Coalition, rMex.

To: Marina Codetta García, Dr.ª e Inv.ª Lead SCP-ES-216 Researcher (PTE-0002-Domum Fender-Kewpie-Pigmalión)

I, the Regional Director of the Southern Section of the Mexican Branch of the United Nations Global Occult Coalition, Glissando Sostingut, hereby grant permission to SCP-ES-216 (PTE-0002-Domum Fender-Kewpie-Pygmalion) Lead Researcher and Doctor, Marina Codetta Garcia, to possess a Maretu-Carling Quantum Stability Anchor model and modify it as she sees fit, provided the following conditions are met

Once the device in question is in the possession of the aforementioned individual, he or she shall be responsible for any action, direct or indirect, caused or influenced, to a lesser or greater extent, by the device.

In the event of permanent damage, or loss, the individual mentioned above must replace the cost of the device, which is estimated at approximately $2,316,879.

If any of the requirements specified above are not met, the necessary measures will be taken.

While waiting for the delivery of the Maretu-Carling Quantum Stability Anchor, I remain at your disposal for any questions or clarifications about the device or related issues. Without further ado, I bid you farewell by sending you a cordial greeting

Yours:

ＧＬＩＳＳＡＮＤＯ
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Addendum 216-02:

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+ Enter Security Credentials 3/ES-216 - Access Granted

PTE-0002-Domum Fender-Kewpie-Pigmalión

PTE-0002-Dᴏᴍᴜᴍ Fᴇɴᴅᴇʀ-Kᴇᴡᴘɪᴇ-Pɪɢᴍᴀʟɪóɴ.

Threat Level ID:

PTE-0002-Domum Fender-Kewpie-Pigmalión "Edificación Taumatológica"

Authorized Response Level:

3 (Moderate)

Description:

Abandoned building located in [CLASSIFIED], Veracruz De Ignacio De La Llave, Mexico, created approximately in the year 1894. Any human subject that enters the area of PTE-0002-Domum Fender-Kewpie-Pygmalion will acquire the ability to generate anomalous patterns of EVE, conferring similar qualities to a Green Type Entity.

Additionally, when a piece of music is played within PTE-0002-Domum Fender-Kewpie-Pygmalion on any instrument, the alterations generated usually become easier to manipulate by the individual in question.

History:

The existence of PTE-0002-Domum Fender-Kewpie-Pygmalion was suspected after brief negotiations with the Interest Group 'Society of Forgotten Musicians' during June 1930. During these negotiations, the presence of an object or location of possible interest to the Coalition was implicated in the vicinity of Veracruz. However, diplomatic communications ceased abruptly by local SoFM cells for unknown reasons.

During 1938, a series of large-caliber tatumic fluctuations were observed in [CENSURED], consisting of the first confirmed evidence of the existence of PTE-0002-Domum Fender-Kewpie-Pygmalion. A particularly high peak during July 7 of the same year prompted a small-scale intervention in the location by a local Special Observer and Rapid Response Team. As agents arrived at the location, a sudden fire began to consume the interior of the building, preventing immediate investigation.

Once the fire was successfully put out by a local fire team, PTE-0002-Domum Fender-Kewpie-Pygmalion could be traced, without finding any evidence of occupation by SoFM.

⁂ PSYCHE REGISTRY ⁂

Investigación de la Para-amenaza

Special Observer:

"Landa" (76435272/1872)

Description:

A building emitting CEE random patterns at unusual levels.

Evidence of Para-threat:

+ Display Photographic Evidence

- Hide

PTE-0002-Domum Fender-Kewpie-Pigmalión in its active state.

[CLASSIFIED]

SUGGESTED RESPONSE:

● Establish an exclusion zone for the area surrounding the location of the threat [APPROVED]

● Designate a Rapid Response Team in case CEE employers cause unwanted incidents [APPROVED]

● [CLASSIFIED] [DENIED]

Additional Information

04/07/1952

D ‡espite of my efforts to keep the Acoustics Department focused on the Tower, Management has simply grown bored with it. Useless are my musical skills, so wonderful so long ago, to entertain the bureaucrats and money-addicted office workers who have plagued my passion and work.

Perhaps the world has moved beyond the need for magic and music. Perhaps she is disappearing, and the court of Muses is flirting with a young god, armed with steam engines and volts, while Apollo and his silver lyre languish in a sinking Delphi.

I may languish and die insane, but I cannot allow the same thing to happen to the Tower. I do not speak of the image of abandonment and contempt that I still inhabit, but of the strings that flow through it. The eternal pentagram that approaches the Tower today, Istanbul yesterday and who knows tomorrow. I cannot allow it to fall into silence.

Do you know why I call it Tower, despite its short height? Because that's how I saw her in my dreams. I saw it as a palace to the music that yesterday was and tomorrow will never be. A palace that, by carefully playing the keys of a piano, or the keys of a saxophone, something that was not responsive to the call and becomes creation; a living thing eager to exist. And if music is life, what is silence?

In truth, it is not a tower, but a Pillar; and that is its name: Lutiya, Pillar of the Empty Sky. Because a path that we are unable to follow extends to the heavens, and nothing supports it, except the sound of music. In times of old, the notes of each octave and each string sounded with the dance that its own music invoked, and the rock became sand just by dancing to the song. Everyone responds to the music, and the music that sounds inside is the music that will sound throughout the world. But it is gone. It is gone. The music is gone, and all that remains is the abhorrent Silence, and my desperate attempts to prevent its arrival at my Tower.

Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version)

Do you understand? There can be no silence. There must never be, because if there is silence in the Pillar, there will be silence everywhere. That was our mission before, and I prayed that it would not cease to be so. That there would never be silence.

I hear that they plan to leave the Tower to the torch hounds. I will not allow them, never again. They have burned the Sand Book, and the smoke from its pages darkened the world. They have devoured the Zahir, and the ropes are all twisted. But they will not have my Aleph, never again.

I will burn this building. I am going to burn it down, make it disappear from this place. I hope that where the Pilar will end up next, someone stronger than me will be waiting for it. Maybe that someone will be you. Take care of yourself.

𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖊 𝕿𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕮𝖚𝖊

Información

Article: SCP-ES-232 - Chica Gramófono (¿Te Gustan Los Gramófonos?)/ Gramophone Gal (Do You Like Gramophones?)

Autor: Agente Shuffle

Translator: [DATA EXPUNGED… for now]

Assigned Site	Site Director	Lead Researcher	Assigned Mobile Task Force
Site-15	Esteban Alejandro Suárez Figueroa	Luisa Anacrusa Díaz	Tau-32 ("Vinyl Breakers")

3/ES-232 LEVEL 3/ES-232

CLASSIFIED

Item #: SCP-ES-232

Euclid

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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-ES-232 is to be contained in a standard humanoid containment chamber at Site-15 and pre-selected music is to be played through the sound system located in its cell 3 times a day.

In the event of a containment breach, MTF Tau-32 ("Vinyl Breakers") shall be equipped with Stilhed Devices .⁵ and deployed at Site-15 as soon as possible. No lethal force is to be applied to SCP-ES-232.

Description: SCP-ES-232 is Caucasian female of indeterminate age wearing a white shirt, a bow tie, suspenders and white gloves. Its most notable characteristic is its missing head, being instead a gramophone with the inscription "SoFM"⁶, later tests have revealed that it was made around 1945. It should be noted that this gramophone is not functional, since it lacks several parts, such as the crank or the brake, and its use is theorized to be merely aesthetic⁷.

SCP-ES-232 operates similarly to a standard human being despite the lack of a head. The presence of an auditory sense has been confirmed, as well as speech ability, but the presence of olfactory and/or visual senses could not be verified.

SCP-ES-232 is capable of speaking and producing sounds of any kind; more specifically, music, which can slightly influence it's current mood. Often, SCP-ES-232 uses it to change from one state to another, although it is more effective when SCP-ES-232 hears it through an external medium.

Recovery Log:

+ Introduce 3/ES-232.Security Credentials

- Access Granted

Below is a transcript of the SCP-ES-232 recovery:

MTF Members: Cap. Sandra Llanos Paredes, Τ-1, T-2, T-3, T-4.

BEGIN LOG

Cap: Okay, guys, we're here. Is everybody here? T-1, T-2, T-3, T-4?

T-1, T-2, T-3 y T-4: (In unison) All set.

Cap: Well. It'll be a quickie. We go in, capture the thing, come out and get paid. Easy stuff for your first mission, I guess.

T-1: Will they—

Command: Enter the building.

Cap: (Addressing Command) Understood. (Addressing Specialized Team) Shut up, everyone! We're going in.

T-1, T-2, T-3 y T-4: Understood.

(The Specialized Team enters the building.)

T-1: Wow, this is bigger than it looks on the outside.

T-3: Hey Sandy, how much are they going to—

Cap: Don't call me that. (He hits T-3) Everybody watch out. Whatever they sent us to capture can be dangerous, and if they catch us off guard we're good to go. Command, do you have more information about the entity?

Command: Not at the moment. Proceed.

Cap: (Adressing Command) Understood. (Adressing the team) Let's go boys. Be careful now.

(The Specialized Team crosses a wooden door frame)

Cap: Do you see anything?

T-2: Anything like what?

Cap: Something like what we came here for.

T-2: No. At least for now. Wouldn't it be easier if we separated? The building is somewhat large and if we look separately we could finish faster.

Cap: What are you thinking, asshole? If we split up and the creature turns out to be dangerous, it's going to kill us all. You better stop talking nonsense and be alert. Move, get out of the way. Command, do you see anything?

Command: Negative. Please proceed.

(The Specialized Team continues to move forward for approximately 5 minutes)

T-4: There, upstairs! I saw something!

Cap: Everybody be on alert! Command, permission to go up.

Command: Granted. Proceed with caution.

Cap: Alright. Let's go, boys. You, T-1, watch our backs.

T-1: Y-yes.

(Footsteps are heard in one of the rooms)

T-4: I think I hear footsteps.

T-2: Of course. They're our footsteps.

T-4: No, asshole, these are not our steps. I think whatever we're looking for is close.

T-2: You're an idiot, it can't be that.

Cap: Let's see, you two, you calm down. T-4, where did the steps you heard come from?

T-4: From that room, on the right. Shall we go in or wait for him to come out?

Cap: The rooms do not have doors, only frames. If that thing was there, it must have advanced at least another two rooms. T-2, enter the room and move forward, we'll escort you out.

T-2: But… what if—

Cap: No what if's, kid. Enter the room.

T-2: (Swallowing) Alright them.

Cap: Command, are you picking up anything?

(Ten seconds of silence.)

Cap: Command?

Command: Ah,apologies. The situation with SCP-ES-216 is somewhat serious. Eh… yes, at the moment nothing relevant. If something happens to them… Wait.

Cap: Something wrong?

Command: Presence of the entity confirmed. Fifth room.

Cap: What? Hey, I mean, yeah! Guys! We got it! Fifth room, quick!

(The Specialized Team runs to the fifth room. The cry of T-2 is heard)

Cap: T-2!? Shit. T-3, T-4, go get T-2. T-1 and I will keep looking.

T-3, T-4: Understood.

Cap: T-1, be alert.

T-1: O-ok. Do you think it will hurt us?

Cap: I don't think so. But who knows? Keep your guard up.

T-1: Alright.

(A 9800 Hz beep is audible)

T-1: What is that? Can you hear it too?

Cap: Yes. Aggh, how annoying. Command.

Commando: We also heard it. It's probably the entity. Enter the room, please.

Cap: Understood. Come, T-1. Follow me..

(Both enter the room. SCP-ES-232 is facing away)

Cap: Gotcha! Don't move! T-1, aim quick!

SCP-ES-232: Ah! Who-who are you?

(T-1 reloads his gun and SCP-ES-232 is startled)

SCP-ES-232: Are you armed? No, get away from me!

(SCP-ES-232 emits a 3200 Hz beep at ~90 dB before running)

Cap: Fuck, my ears! T-1, don't let her get away! (By radio) T-3, T-4, the entity is heading for your position! Watch out!

T-3: Here it comes! T-4, aim—

(The transmission is interrupted by a shrill sound of unknown origin, presumably emitted by SCP-ES-232. Audio is clipped⁸)

Cap: Motherfucker, just what I needed. T-1, run, let's go before they kill the other 3! Hurry up!

T-1: Y-yes! Wait for me!

(Cap and T-1 go to where SCP-ES-232 is located. T-2 is lying on the ground. T-3 and T-4 are not in the room)

Cap: T-2?! Command, we have one down!

T-1: Hold!

(T-1 shoots, apparently accidentally, at SCP-ES-232's leg, who wobbles a bit and tries to run. SCP-ES-232 falls to the ground screaming shortly afterward)

Cap: What did you do? (Sighing) Get out of the way. Command, T-3 and T-4 positions.

Command: First floor, third bedroom, right side.

Cap: Roger that. T-1! Look for T-3 and T-4. They're on the first floor in the third room on the right.

T-1: Going!

SCP-ES-232: Who arte you?! D-don't kill me!

Cap: I'm going to get closer. I don't want to kill you, but if you provoke me I can't guarantee you'll survive. Do you promise not to attack me with your… strange sounds?

SCP-ES-232: My leg! Don't get any closer!

Cap: Take it easy. They'll treat that wound later. What did you do to my partner who's lying on the floor?

SCP-ES-232: Please leave me alone! I swear I haven't touched anyone!

Cap: Allow me a second. (By radio) T-1, did you find the other two?

T-1: Yes. They say they got scared and ran away.

Cap: Understood. We're discussing that later. Does anyone know what happened to T-2?

T-1: It seems he saw the thing in the distance and passed out.

Cap: No kidding. Uh, I mean, roger. Command, we have captured the girl, what do we do with her?

SCP-ES-232: Captured!? Who are you talking to!?

Command: Accompany her to the first floor. If she cannot move, call the other members to help you get her down and into the vehicle. Then go to Site-15.

Cap: Understood. Umm, girl?

SCP-ES-232: What do you want?

Cap: Do you think you could get up and go down the stairs?

SCP-ES-232: Leave!

Cap: I need you to come with me, girl.

SCP-ES-232: What?! Never! Get out! I'm not going with you!

Cap: As you wish. (By radio) T-1, come to my position and tie up the girl. And be careful, I don't want you to make another mistake that…

T-1: Yes! On my way!

END LOG

Addendum 232-01: An interview with SCP-ES-232 was conducted on July 19, 2016, prior to being contained.

19/07/2016

Interviewer: Dr. Anacrusa.

Subject: SCP-ES-232.

BEGIN LOG

Dr. Anacrusa: Good morning, SCP-ES—

SCP-ES-232: Who are you? Where am I? What do you want?

Dr. Anacrusa: Relax, SCP-EN-232. To answer that I first need you to answer a few questions.

SCP-ES-232: No!

Dr. Anacrusa: Pardon?

SCP-ES-232: No, I won't tell you anything! Leave me alone!

Dr. Anacrusa: And why not?

SCP-ES-232: What do you care? You won't get anything out of me! Leave before I—

Dr. Anacrusa: SCP-EN-232, your collaboration is not optional. Answer the questions or else I will take drastic measures. (Dr. Anacrusa takes two steps in the direction of SCP-ES-232.)

SCP-ES-232: (SCP-ES-232 steps back a bit, shaky.) Don't touch me!

Dr. Anacrusa: Don't make me touch you. Answer the questions or—

SCP-ES-232: I told you no! (SCP-ES-232 emits a series of sounds at ~85 dB, before two guards equipped with tranquilizer darts enter the room and shoot SCP-ES-232.)

END LOG

`Well then. It seems that SCP-ES-232 is still too suspicious of us, and therefore dangerous, to try to get information about it or anything else. It was almost a miracle that I didn't go deaf with her violent reaction. I will spend the next 30 days trying to gain SCP-ES-232's trust so that I can conduct the interview.`

~Dr. Anacrusa.

Addendum 232-02: An interview with SCP-ES-232 was conducted on August 18, 2016:

18/08/2016

Interviewer: Dr. Anacrusa.

Subject: SCP-ES-232.

BEGIN LOG

Dr. Anacrusa: (Entering the cell) Good morning, SCP-ES-232.

SCP-ES-232: Good morning, Doctor. Nice haircut.

Dr. Anacrusa: Oh? Thank you, SCP-ES-232. I am here for our everyday talk, but I want to introduce you to a little friend I brought with me today. (Dr. Anacrusa proceeds to take out a digital recorder from her pocket.) I will ask you some questions, some repeated, some new, and I would like you to answer them in as much detail as you can. Would you do me that favor?

SCP-ES-232: Questions? Go ahead. I love to talk about me. Ha ha ha.

Dr. Anacrusa: Good. First question: Why were you so aggressive with the Task Force in charge of your… recovery?

SCP-ES-232: You mean the men who caught me and brought me here? I didn't know you sent them.

Dr. Anacrusa: Yes, I mean them, and I didn't send them, but that doesn't answer the question.

SCP-ES-232: Well, I got scared. They came in suddenly and without warning and I was afraid they would see me and hurt me.

Dr. Anacrusa: Why did you assume they would do that?

SCP-ES-232: They came armed and shot me in the leg! Besides, almost every time someone sees me they seem to be afraid of me and try to hurt me.

Dr. Anacrusa: And when that happens, do you behave the same way you did in your recovery?

SCP-ES-232: It depends. If I find myself cornered, yes, although I prefer to run away.

Dr. Anacrusa: I understand. Well, let's talk a little about you. Do you have a name? If so, what is it?

SCP-ES-232: (In Dr. Anacrusa's voice) SCP-ES-232. (With normal voice) My name used to be "Jacqueline", but I never liked it, so I'll settle for any name that doesn't look like that. It would be nice if my name was "Diana".

Dr. Anacrusa: Hey! I didn't know you could do that.

SCP-ES-232: Do what?

Dr. Anacrusa: The, uh… imitating my voice bit.

SCP-ES-232: I thought I told you about that a couple of days ago.

Dr. Anacrusa: No. That time you told me that you could compose and play pieces by yourself without using an instrument, not that you were capable of replicating any kind of sound. Anyway, since approximately how long have you been able to do that?

SCP-ES-232: I don't remember very well, it has… I think that since… 1945—

Dr. Anacrusa: 1945? That's over 50 years ago, you shouldn't—

SCP-ES-232: Yes, I know… I still don't understand how I'm still here.

Dr. Anacrusa: Believe me, neither do I. Now, about your gramophone… It's nice, by the way.

SCP-ES-232: Thanks.

Dr. Anacrusa: Since when have you had it?

SCP-ES-232: Ah, in 1945 in an um… incident.

Dr. Anacrusa: Incident? Could you tell me a little bit about that?

SCP-ES-232: (Trembling slightly.) E-eh… is that I… ahh… I think I'm feeling a little dizzy…

Dr. Anacrusa: Do you need time to relax or something? You know, sit down or something?

SCP-ES-232: Yes, a… a little bit… Uh, could you put some… uh… relaxed music, please? It helps me to… well… calm down a little bit.

Dr. Anacrusa: No problem. Give me a moment, please. (Dr. Anacrusa takes out her cell phone from her pocket.) What kind of music do you like?

SCP-ES-232: Something relaxing.

Dr. Anacrusa: Alright. Do you like Liquid Dubstep?

SCP-ES-232: I don't know what that is, honestly, but if you think it will help me, go ahead.

Dr. Anacrusa: Ok, wait one second.

(Dr. Anacrusa plays "Memories", by Jacoo on her cell phone)

Dr. Anacrusa: Well? What do you think?

SCP-ES-232:Hmm… I like it. This music is calming me down.

Dr. Anacrusa: Me too. Why didn't you tell me before that you were so calm with music? You're not shaking anymore!

SCP-ES-232: Well, I just didn't get a chance to say it without sounding out of place. I usually try to calm myself down by playing a little music on my own, but it's much better when someone else plays it.

Dr. Anacrusa: I see. Well, since you are calm, can we proceed?

SCP-ES-232: Ah. I uh, think so, sure.

Dr. Anacrusa: If you need some more time it's okay with me.

SCP-ES-232: No, no, I'm fine. I think I can.

Dr. Anacrusa: Good. Then tell me.

SCP-ES-232: Well, uh… The truth is that it happened a long time ago and the memories are a bit fuzzy, but I'll try to remember.

Dr. Anacrusa: It's okay. We have all the time in the world.

SCP-ES-232: Emmm… I remember that before everything I, my sister, my mom and some friends of hers were part of a local jazz band. "The D-Girls", I still remember that.

Dr. Anacrusa: "D-Girls"? I've never heard of them.

SCP-ES-232: Yeah, well, maybe it was because more than just being a band of our own we were playing in restaurants or small gatherings. We never composed a single piece, in fact, although my sister always wanted to.

Dr. Anacrusa: I don't want to sound rude, but… Does this have anything to do with the Incident?

SCP-ES-232: Ah. Not really, it was more of a prologue, he, he.

Dr. Anacrusa: I would like to ask you to stay on topic, please.

SCP-ES-232: Sorry. Well, that's what I was getting at. My mom, my sister and I were part of some kind of secret organization of magicians, musicians, and spies. You know, big people stuff.

Dr. Anacrusa: Hmmm, okay.

SCP-ES-232: Well, the point is that my mom was a well-known spy who did private investigations, or so I remember she once told me. The problem was that one day she was discovered and the… the… well, I guess you know what I mean.

Dr. Anacrusa: Sorry to hear that, 232.

SCP-ES-232: It's okay, I think. She took my sister with her and also a bag of things. I just hope Naty is okay.

Dr. Anacrusa: Naty?

SCP-ES-232: Natalia, my sister. Uh, anyway… ammm. Ah, yes! After that I was at one of my mom's friends' house for a while, until a very elegant lady came looking for me. She didn't tell me her name at the time, but I found out later that her name was Juliette. I will never forget that name.

Dr. Anacrusa: Seriously?

SCP-ES-232: Of course. Never. Never! I'm not really sure how I feel when I think about her. Somehow she looked and looked and looked until eventually she found me and asked me to walk her home. At first both my mom's friend and I refused, but after she talked to him privately, he agreed and I had no choice but to go with her.

Dr. Anacrusa: Do you know what they might have talked about?

SCP-ES-232: Not really. When I arrived at her house, I was surprised, because it was considerably large. It wasn't a super mansion either, but it was better than the house where I lived with my mom, or my friend's house. When we arrived, she invited me in and we had a little chat. Maybe to break the ice, maybe to calm down a bit, but we talked. She told me that she was a specialized doctor and very important within the organization, which surprised me a little, since I had never heard of her.

Dr. Anacrusa: Sorry to interrupt. What is the name of the organization you belonged to?

SCP-ES-232: Forgotten Musicians Society.

Dr. Anacrusa: I see. Well, go on.

SCP-ES-232: (Nods.) She told me that he knew I had always wanted to be a spy, and that to help me he wanted to try something that, if it worked out, would give me a huge advantage over the other members. I said yes, and she said that I would have to stay at her place for a while. I had a great time with her, so why lie? But everything went to hell afterward.

Dr. Anacrusa: How long were you with her?

SCP-ES-232: I honestly don't know. I was only aware of the year, because the months and days no longer mattered to me. I didn't need any agenda, because I lived with Juliette, who, except for a few chores, never put responsibilities on my shoulders.

Dr. Anacrusa: And what happened next?

SCP-ES-232: She took me to a big, clean place where I was put under anesthesia and I didn't know anything else until I woke up as I am now, in a room full of people. At first I was very frightened and tried to escape and look for Juliette, but it seems that they had already foreseen this, because they quickly grabbed me together and prevented me from escaping. And then Juliette came in, gave me a kiss on my… "head"? It wasn't my head, because it was a gramophone, but it was supposed to be a replacement, and to say "my gramophone" I don't like it. I also didn't know if she did it as a joke or if she did it to reassure me or if she did it because… fuck, I didn't even know whether to feel anger, sadness, nerves, calm, or a little bit of everything. Anyway, Juliette, after that, half explained to me what they did with me, but she told me in a lot of technical words and I didn't really understand her at all.

Dr. Anacrusa: Anything special you remember her saying?

SCP-ES-232: Hmmm… I remember she told me that he had done who knows what, but now my only livelihood would be sound. You know, I wouldn't have to eat anymore because now I would get energy from sound or something. He also told me that I could replicate any sound with relative ease.

Dr. Anacrusa: Anything else?

SCP-ES-232: Not really. She talked to me about what I was supposed to do for the organization but in the end I never did because a couple of guys who were also from the organization put me on silly shows in a theater and that's it. It wasn't even hard for me, and I got pretty bored.

Dr. Anacrusa: How did you end up in the building you were recovered from?

SCP-ES-232: I ran away. At first they lied to me that the money from the shows would go to the organization, but eventually I realized that it wasn't true at all. They did give some of the money, but the rest they kept. So one day I just decided to leave. I took a suitcase with my clothes and I left. I was wandering around for a long time.

Dr. Anacrusa: And what happened then?

SCP-ES-232: One day I came across the former Convent of St. Augustine, so large and lonely, and decided to enter. There was no one there, and those were the most peaceful days of my life. Just the noise of the city, the animals and me. It was beautiful, you know? Taking walks, listening to the birds sing, bathing in the rain… If they hadn't found me, I could have stayed there forever.

Dr. Anacrusa: I understand. I would love to spend a couple of months living like you say. Anything else to add?

SCP-ES-232: I don't think so.

Dr. Anacrusa: Ok. Do you know what happened to Juliette?

SCP-ES-232: (Surprised.) No.

Dr. Anacrusa: I understand. Well, SCP-ES-232, that would be it.

END LOG

Addendum 232-03: Below are documents related to SCP-ES-232, which date from around 1946:

+ Enter Security Credentials 3/ES 232.

Addendum 232-04: After the statements of SCP-ES-232, it was decided to perform a series of tests to evaluate the effects of different types of music on the behavior of SCP-ES-232. The results are presented below.

+ Enter Security Credentials 3/ES 232.

Addendum 232-05:
On November 16, 2016, an instance of SCP-ES-002 was detected at Site-15. Dr. Anacrusa, Dr. Cédez and Agent Menta were sent to the cell of SCP-ES-232 to remove a Stilhed Device located inside the cell and use it to neutralize the instance of SCP-ES-002. While Dr. Cédez and Agent Menta moved the Device out of the containment chamber, the instance of SCP-ES-002 entered the room and tried to infect SCP-ES-232. Approximately 5 minutes later, SCP-ES-232 expelled SCP-ES-002, which had apparently lost the ability to infect a host. While running the Stille-K8 Protocol, SCP-ES-232 expressed dizziness and asked Dr. Anacrusa to activate the Stilhed device for a while. The use of SCP-ES-232 to deal with SCP-ES-002 is being considered.

Información

Article: Photographs Recovered From a Kayrós Musicians Base/

Author: Agente Shuffle

Translator: [DATA EXPUNGED… for now.]

— Okay, Flangerson, we'll assign you a somewhat simple operation — said Dr. Roberto Gonzalez, as Agent Shuffle entered the office.

— Yes, Dr. González? — Shuffle asked timidly.

— At first, I wanted to assign you to a somewhat risky mission, but because of your recent incident with SCP-ES-███ I preferred to assign you to this — He said, looking for something on his desk.

— But, doctor, the incident has not affected my mental or motor abilities — exclaimed Shuffle indignantly.

— I know. That's precisely why I decided to send you on this operation. I plan to take advantage of that incident — Dr. Gonzalez responded.

— S-seriously? — Inquired Agent Shuffle, evidently intrigued. — What is this about?

— You will see… Here are some coordinates. They are from an apparently abandoned base that belonged to members of GoI-1632. We need you to go there and collect as much information as you can. Since SCP-ES-███ has modified your appearance, it's literally impossible for them to trace any relationship with you and the Foundation — said Dr. Gonzalez, handing Shuffle an envelope.

The door to Dr. Gonzalez's office slowly opened.

— Doctor? — Agent Andrey Stidav peeked in carefully.

— Andrey! What's up? — exclaimed Gonzalez.

— I am informed that Agent Shuffle has returned from Operation Thinker Taylor and wishes to speak with you — said Stidav as he left.

— Oh! Send him in, said Dr. Gonzalez, looking a little excited.

Agent Shuffle entered and threw the envelope on Dr. Gonzalez's desk.

— Here you go — said Shuffle.

— Is something wrong with you, Flangerson? — Gonzalez asked, picking up the envelope.

— Huh? Ah, I'm sorry. No, I'm fine. Just in a bit of a hurry. I was already in a hurry to get back to the Foundation's facilities. My stay was horrible, but luckily it's all over — Shuffle said, taking a seat. He really looked exhausted, but Dr. Gonzalez didn't seem to mind too much.

— Hm, you will talk to me about the development of the operation later. Would you do me the honors? — Gonzalez asked as he handed the envelope to Shuffle.

— Don't be a clown and open it yourself, that's why I gave it to you, said Shuffle, laughing discreetly.

— As you wish — Gonzalez declared, as he tore the envelope and extracted a photograph.

— A band? What does it say here, Flangerson? — González asked.

— He says "That concert was beautiful! I hope I can do more things like that! Signed, Natalia". Or at least I think so — said Shuffle. — It's probably SCP-ES-116-02, Doctor.

— I see — said Gonzalez, a little pensive.

— What about this? Do you think this is abnormal weaponry? — González asked, evidently curious.

— I honestly have no idea. It seems they belonged to a woman named Lily F. Mayo — Shuffle replied —. Also, there is mention of a museum where these items are on display.

— But what is this? A camera, a knife, a gun… Is that a Geiger counter? — exclaimed Gonzalez, with obvious interest.

— That's right, Doctor. — Replied Shuffle, with some reluctance.

— Did you see the awful spelling of the scribbles above? My God, how awful — Gonzalez laughed, and rightly so. Anyway, let's see what else you found. —

— I don't know what that picture is, if I'm honest; I found it by chance hidden at the bottom of a drawer, and I don't have the slightest idea who they are or what they're doing, said Shuffle, looking carefully at the photograph.

— Do you think they are members of Fumigators? You know, the central division of Kayrós Musicians in Argentina — Gonzalez suggested.

— Hmmm. Maybe, but I don't think so. I mean, just because they have gas masks doesn't mean they're from that division. Those from the northern division of Mexico are not fish, haha — Shuffle laughed.

— Seriously, please, Flangerson — Gonzalez took the photo on the side and took another out of the envelope.

— What the hell is this? — Gonzalez arched his eyebrow. Why would they put a warning like that? What were they keeping in there? Was it something dangerous? Maybe it was something of great material value?

— That's what I'd like to know, doctor — Shuffle was as confused as Gonzalez.

They both stayed checking the photo in silence for a while longer. It really didn't make much sense. The metal blind was in a space surrounded by foil, and it wasn't exactly a sturdy material. Also, the ceiling seemed to be made of wood, and it had several holes. It didn't matter if it was an anomaly or some very valuable object, it just didn't make sense. In addition, such an explicit warning not to cross over drew too much attention, and there was no staff nearby. It was all really confusing.

Gonzalez decided to put aside the photograph to analyze it in detail later and took another.

— "Today I met The Photographer". Hmmm, interesting to say the least. Do you know anything about this? — Gonzalez examined the photo very carefully. There was something familiar to him. He knew there was something he had seen before, but he couldn't figure out what, and he hoped Shuffle would know.

— The Photographer seems to be half known out there. Maybe not as well as Lily F. Mayo, but she must have her fans. She must be popular enough for someone to be excited about meeting her . Shuffle jumped when Dr. Gonzalez interrupted him.

— Hold on! Wasn't The Photographer an anomaly the GOC captured in the 40s or something? Her name was… she was a Type Green… fucking GOC and her weird words. She… you get the idea, don't you? — Shuffle looked at Gonzalez like he was crazy. Well, never mind, I'll check it out later. Let's check something else, Gonzalez said, looking a little upset.

— It's stained — Gonzalez observed.

— I know, but she was already like that when I found it — Shuffle replied.

It did not seem accidental. It was as if someone wanted to hide something, but what was that? The same question as before. Naturally, Gonzalez realized this.

— Do you think they wanted to hide something with the ink? — he asked.

— What? — Shuffle looked confused.

— Don't you think it's very convenient that there is an ink spot right here. Also, doesn't that look like a gallery or… or something? —

— Oh, no. Here we go again, said Shuffle, leaning back in the chair.

— What? Look, it's true! They look like… like panopticons with little figures or statues inside. Do you think they're, you know, anomalies or just eccentricity? — Gonzalez asked, pointing out the stain for Shuffle.

— Well, neither we, nor the Coalition, nor the Agency have a record of an anomaly that looks like that, or that has been recovered from a similar location. Maybe it's just a gallery of some MK mogul — Shuffle replied, looking closely at the image. —. Although perhaps the UIU knows something, who knows —

— Stairs. Is that soundproofing? — González asked. The question itself was offensive; it was obvious that it was insulation, although placing it in a place like this was not logical.

— This is one of the Dismantled Bases of MK. It was abandoned and turned into a branch of Chedraui Warehouses, in 1961 — Shuffle answered, evading the question —. No abnormal activity has been reported in the area or objects of interest, nor has there been any trace of the group. —

— What was its function? — Inquired Dr. González.

— Unknown, but apparently it was some kind of central or something. Some members would meet and give talks. It seems to me that they also rented the place for individuals who wanted to hold executive meetings and didn't have a good place. So it's unlikely that it was an area of interest to us — Shuffle replied, looking at the picture.

— And what about this? — Gonzalez was restless.

— Ritual. Unknown purposes. I am not sure if it is something serious because MK is not characterized by doing "magic" things and they focus on it from a more scientific or simple point of view. Maybe it's a performance or something different. Or who knows — said Shuffle, while yawning. He was trying to hide it, but he really wanted to leave the room and go to his own office. He was physically and mentally exhausted and just needed some time to himself.

— I see… — Gonzalez was a little confused by the content of the photographs, and struggled to assimilate them completely at that pace. He took two photographs that were stapled together and separated them.

— I didn't staple them — Shuffle went ahead —. It seems that both are related to a certain "Cardenas Experiment", according to the first photograph. I don't think we have any information about it at this time, so maybe we should do some research. The images don't say much either. We cannot discern the location of the entrance or the nature of the Experiment. —

— Do you think that gramophone girl knows anything? She was created after a similar experiment, after all — Dr. Gonzalez said, while trying to get something out of the photos.

— I don't think I know much, honestly. She wasn't exactly a big name, Shuffle replied, looking up at the ceiling. But I can tell Anacrusa to ask her later, if he thinks. —

— Leave it be, if you want. I'll check it later — Gonzalez replied.

Taking another photograph only meant taking out more doubts and putting them on the table, but that was his job.

Agent Shuffle and Dr. Gonzalez looked equally confused in awkward silence. There was no information to extract or discuss really.

—What an original signature, Gonzalez said sarcastically.? — Anything you know about this? —

— Well, at least now I see the group a little differently, Shuffle said, before being interrupted by Dr. Gonzalez.

— Yeah, yeah, let me guess; you thought they were cold, unemotional people and now you see they're not really like that and they have their own dreams and stuff. Right? — Said Gonzalez, a little annoyed.

— Well, it seems like a detail without a joke, but I would have liked them to do something similar to me, answered Shuffle, a little sad.

— Quinceañera parties are for girls, Flangerson — Gonzalez said, trying to keep the laughter down.

— What I mean is… Look, let's just move on to the next thing, shall we? — Replied Shuffle, looking indignantly at Dr. Gonzalez taking the last picture of the envelope.

— Oh. Wow. Uh… E-experiment Cárdenas, do you think? — Gonzalez asked, this time openly showing his confusion.

— I don't know. If it's related, we have something. If not, then who knows — Shuffle wasn't so sure either. He wasn't a professional investigator or anything, and he was in the room against his will.

Gonzalez took the photos, arranged them, and put them back in the envelope, which he then placed in a drawer on his desk. Shuffle got up and went to the cafeteria at Site 15. As he ate, he pondered what he had seen. What did that really mean? On the one hand, he had the image of sinister people who did not hesitate to undertake experiments for economic gain. He had seen this with SCP-ES-232. On the other hand, people who perhaps had never seen that dark side of Kayrós Musicians. People who, perhaps, somehow thought they were doing the right thing. Kind individuals, he dared to think. Was it possible that both sides existed together? Were they both exaggerations? Shuffle was never very good with psychology or similar issues, and starting to ask those questions didn't sit too well with him right now. He wondered if in the near future researchers would find anything useful in the photos.

He wasn't the only one…

http://lafundacionscp.wikidot.com/scp-es-216
http://lafundacionscp.wikidot.com/scp-es-232
http://lafundacionscp.wikidot.com/fotos

Footnotes

SCP Sandbox III

Sandbox III: Revenge of the Sandbox

Información

BY ORDER OF THE O5 COUNCIL

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Test #1

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Test #4

Test #5

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Test #7

FOLLOWING THE RESULTS OF TEST #7, TESTING WITH SCP-ES-216 HAS BEEN SUSPENDED INDEFINITELY.

Permission to modify a model Maretu-Carling Quantum Stability Anchor

23/07/2016

From: Dr. Marina Codetta García

To: Regional Director Glissando Sostingut

𝒞ℴ𝒹ℯ𝓉𝓉𝒶

Re: Permission to modify a model Maretu-Carling Quantum Stability Anchor

24/07/2016

From: Glissando Sostingut, Regional Director of the Global Occult Coalition, rMex.

To: Marina Codetta García, Dr.ª e Inv.ª Lead SCP-ES-216 Researcher (PTE-0002-Domum Fender-Kewpie-Pigmalión)

PTE-0002-Domum Fender-Kewpie-Pigmalión

Threat Level ID:

Authorized Response Level:

Description:

History:

⁂ PSYCHE REGISTRY ⁂

Investigación de la Para-amenaza

Additional Information

04/07/1952

𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖊 𝕿𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕮𝖚𝖊

Información

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19/07/2016

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18/08/2016

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Test #1

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Información

`BY ORDER OF THE O5 COUNCIL`

`YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED`

`Test #1`

`Test #2`

`Test #3`

`Test #4`

`Test #5`

`Test #6`

`Test #7`

`FOLLOWING THE RESULTS OF TEST #7, TESTING WITH SCP-ES-216 HAS BEEN SUSPENDED INDEFINITELY.`

`Permission to modify a model Maretu-Carling Quantum Stability Anchor`

`23/07/2016`

`𝒞ℴ𝒹ℯ𝓉𝓉𝒶`

`Re: Permission to modify a model Maretu-Carling Quantum Stability Anchor`

`24/07/2016`

`PTE-0002-Domum Fender-Kewpie-Pigmalión`

`Threat Level ID:`

`Authorized Response Level:`

`Description:`

`History:`

`04/07/1952`

`𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖊 𝕿𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕮𝖚𝖊`

`19/07/2016`

`18/08/2016`

`Test #1`

`Test #2`

`Test #7`

`Test #8`

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