Golden506 - SCP Sandbox III

Note: I'm keeping this around for record keeping purposes and in case I need to check something after editing it. This is not the rewritten version; this is the original.

SCP-3938 attacking in Gaza

Item #: SCP-3938

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3938 is to be contained in an 8m x 8m x 3m concrete box that is 60cm thick, and the interior walls of this box are to be coated in a layer of mattifying black paint. Unless removed for purposes strictly pertaining to experiments, it is to remain in this box. A singular flush-mount ceiling fixture twenty-five 25cm in diameter is to be centered on the interior ceiling of the box, and a singular 1.4W dimmable red LED lightbulb is to be installed into this fixture. This light is to be adjusted to different degrees of illumination depending on the time of day or in the case of certain procedures as listed below, but never turned off.

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Between the concrete box containing SCP-3938 and the entrance to the containment cell, there is to be a 5m x 1m x 3m concrete corridor whose interior is coated with an identical coat of the black paint previously described in this document. Both the entrance to the corridor and the box containing SCP-3938 are to be sealed by a steel door of standard dimensions, as well as coated in the same black paint.² When any authorized individuals are to enter SCP-3938's containment chamber, they must adorn entirely black clothing before entering the corridor, closing the door, and then entering the chamber.

In the event of a containment breach, all lighting fixtures or illuminating objects of any kind are to be turned off in the vicinity occupied by SCP-3938 until it has been safely re-contained. A controlled electromagnetic pulse (EMP) is highly recommended in order to pacify SCP-3938 as soon as possible; but if an EMP is impossible, all personnel are required to immediately turn off any lights they can. It is of a much higher priority than evacuation, as the illumination of most lights in the Foundation would guarantee SCP-3938 the ability to breach further into the facility.

Description: SCP-3938 is a 187cm tall humanoid of a dark brown complexion. The only visual differences between SCP-3938 and an average male adult human of its height are the lack of a nose, a mouth, eyebrows, eyelashes, genitals, areola, nipples, a navel, and any hair whatsoever. It has two perfectly spherical black eyes approximately 15mm in diameter, located where a human's typically are. Unlike a human skull, there seems to be no orbits holding the eyes. They do, however, reflect light similar to the tapetum lucidum present in some animals, leading many to believe it has night-vision capabilities.

SCP-3938 appears to require light in order to function at all. Even though SCP-3938 consumes food as a source of energy, it is shown to only be able to expel this energy once in the presence of light. The strength, speed, and overall dexterity of SCP-3938 is directly affected by how much light is emitted on or around it. Its levels of aggression are also directly tied to its contact with light, acting with extreme violence in any amount of brightness that allows it to run. Speeds as fast as ██ km/h were recorded when SCP-3938 was in direct contact with mid-day sunlight. When in extremely low levels of light, SCP-3938 acts with virtually no aggression. It is worth noting that no sort of noise or change of expression (even in its most aggressive state) has been documented from SCP-3938.

When completely starved of any light at all, SCP-3938's vital signs cease until light is returned in some form. It is unknown if continuous starvation of all light would kill SCP-3938. It is also unknown as to how or why light influences SCP-3938's mobility. Covering its eyes entirely does not affect its movement - aside from blinding it. Even when blinded, however, SCP-3938 is still aware of when it is being observed and can locate where the observer is. This leads some to believe it [DATA EXPUNGED], but it has not been proven. For further reference, see Experiment Log 3938.

Additionally, the method in which SCP-3938 uses to eat without the presence of any orifices or areas where orifices may open³ is unknown, as it will only eat when it is not watched. It is strictly carnivorous and seems to attack only for food and privacy, as the creature will not seek out prey unless it is hungry or being visually monitored. In the presence of enough light, it will attempt to gouge out the eyes of all living creatures viewing it before doing anything else. Even if SCP-3938 is starved for an extended period time and is in the presence of consumable meat, it will actively try to seek out and destroy whatever can see it first. If it is impossible for SCP-3938 to reach what is watching it, it will try to obscure whatever line of sight a creature has on it. If it cannot do this, it attempts to take its food and flee until it is no longer visible.

Recovery Log: SCP-3938 was recovered after the Palestinian government reported a naked, featureless creature attacking locals in Gaza on ██/██/████. Israeli SWAT teams attempted to incapacitate SCP-3938, but were unsuccessful and [DATA EXPUNGED] until Mobile Task Force Pi-1 was able to arrive and capture it after ███ hours. It was then brought back to the facility and has remained in containment since. The following clip was recorded by Raed █████, an Israeli officer killed during the attack. In it, SCP-3938 can be shown chasing law enforcement and gaining speed when the taillights of the car flash.

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Incident 3938-A
During a containment breach on 02/██/████, SCP-3938 killed all ██ Foundation staff in the 5 areas it breached - except for one. Foundation personnel D-9070 remained entirely unharmed despite being in the immediate vicinity of a hostile SCP-3938. It is believed that this happened because D-9070 lost both of her eyes after a previous encounter with SCP-[REDACTED]. Experimentation regarding SCP-3938 and blind organisms is requested.

SCP-3938 attacking in Gaza

Item #: SCP-3938

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3938 is to be contained inside of a standard containment cell with all surfaces coated in deep-black optical paint. A 24 hour lighting cycle is to be established, with lighting from 06:00 to 18:00 not exceeding 80 lumens, and lighting from 18:00 to 06:00 not exceeding 10 lumens.

All lights in a 100 meter radius from SCP-3938's containment cell are to be connected to several emergency blackout switches spread throughout the area. In the event of a containment breach, site security is to recontain SCP-3938 as soon as possible. Noncombatants are recommended to pull the nearest blackout switch if necessary and lock themselves in a dark room until the threat has passed.

Description: SCP-3938 is a 1.87 meter tall humanoid figure, notably lacking a nose, genitals, areola, nipples, a naval, and any hair whatsoever. Additionally, SCP-3938 has two small, perfectly spherical eyes approximately 15 millimeters in diameter, lacking both irises and pupils. They reflect light similar to the Tapetum Lucidum present in many nocturnal animals, suggesting that SCP-3938 may have night vision capabilities.

Though SCP-3938 regularly eats and metabolizes food, it requires light in order to function, showing lethargic tendencies when deprived of light, and becoming more aggressive and active when the area is brighter. Speeds as high as 54 kilometers per hour have been recorded in direct sunlight.

Testing has shown that, when lighting cast upon SCP-3938 falls below 2 lumens, SCP-3938 appears to enter some form of hibernation state, with all vital signs ceasing until light returns to levels above 2 lumens. It is unknown how long SCP-3938 can stay in this state, or if doing so causes any long lasting effects.

SCP-3938 is carnivorous, and will attempt to hunt nearby animals, including humans, when it is hungry. It typically kills via strangulation, though it has been observed to bite prey and use sharp rocks or other primitive tools as weapons. Upon killing its prey, SCP-3938 will drag it to a nearby secluded area, preferring brighter areas over darker. It will then proceed to consume its prey, making no attempt to prepare it in any way.

Discovery Log: SCP-3938 was discovered after the Palestinian government reported a naked, featureless creature attacking locals in Gaza on ██/██/2012. Local law enforcement unsuccessfully attempted to subdue SCP-3938, suffering heavy casualties in the process until Mobile Task Force Pi-1 arrived and established containment.

The following clip was recorded by Raed █████, an Israeli officer killed during the incident.

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Okay, so, I'm throwing the format here. I really don't think it helps. It's too… restraining. I'm going to try to treat this more like a forum post, or an out-of-character segment, or just a journal really. I think it might help me come up with a decent concept - thats what always gives me trouble. Writing and clinical tone come naturally to me, I've never had issues with that. I won't bother rewriting the other ideas; it's not like they're any good anyway. First one's generic monster, the second is just mealwood from ONI⁴.

So anyway, on to the bulk of the idea: Apis Tractus

Basically, flesh eating bees that use a specialized pheromone to attract prey, including humans, to their hive, at which point bigger bees sting the prey until it goes into shock or dies, then chews out a rough lattice and moves the brood into the lattice.

First time I wrote it up, it was basically just that but with an interview log at the end detailing a stupid death that could of been avoided using common sense. Generic monster skip paired with a lack of common sense resulting in suspension of disbelief being shattered. Obvious no-go. Luckily, I realized this and dumped it in the scrapyard under the name Apis Tractus.

I pretty much gave up on the idea, but later on I decided to get some feedback on how to make it work on the chat. Tretter helped me make it better, and I set about writing Apis Tractus V2. It had a log detailing some guy in India that somehow acquired some bees and started somehow researching and observing them while somehow not getting stung and somehow figuring out the pheromone and somehow losing control of the bees and it just felt ridiculous and it just didn't work. It would never happen in real life, it just wouldn't, for so many reason. I binned it - just did like an hour ago - and set about writing this 'History of Apis Tractus' thing.

So, I'm going to go for an Apis Tractus V3. First, I'm going to try and jam this giant hunk of narrative shit through a filter and take what I need out of it - I'll have it all logged here. Then I'll take my mess of improved narrative shit and jam it into the writing machine and get it into blueprint format - an idea - and stick it on the ideas and brainstorming forum. I doubt it'll get any natural feedback, ideas over there often don't, so I'll call in review via the chat, the important part is that I get it looked over by multiple reviewers; at least three. Each time, I'll edit the idea post and add in the details. Once it gets to the point where it is pronounced adequate by a somewhat experienced user, I'll write up a rough draft. It'll be put on the drafts forum, and I'll call in the IRC review again, but to a lesser extent - drafts don't need as much critique as ideas. Not if I'm writing them. Once I think it is enough, I'll ask for confirmation and post.

And there it'll be. Hopefully, it'll succeed. I'm not asking for two hundred upvotes - I just want it to stay afloat.

Okay, here goes:

I want to keep the basic idea of the pheromones and the butcher bees and stuff, the main thing I want to change is the end log. I'm going to stick with the idea of someone researching it, but I think its going to be a little more modern - a proper scientific organization researching it, not some guy in India. That'll help with the sheer unlikeliness of what was happening in V2. It might cause some problems with the bees getting out of hand, but I'll get to that later. Let me write out what I've got so far:

Carnivorous bees with the ability to lure prey, including humans, to the hive, at which point specialized butcher bees will kill the prey.
The butcher bees will chew out a rough lattice structure in the prey and move the brood into it, the hunter bees eat the rest.
I'll switch focus from anomaly to story from here on. I'll have someone be researching these bees, I think Prometheus Labs would be appropriate. Eventually, they'll lose control of the bees - I just have to figure out how.

Okay, so if they lose control of the bees, it'll have to be either a freak accident, some new researcher being an idiot, or an issue with transport. There is also a possible avenue of some other party freeing the bees, but I can't think of a motive for anyone to do it. Maybe MC&D would want to sell the pheromone, but that really isn't how they operate. Six little drafts horses proves that well enough. Besides, they wouldn't steal it, they'd just buy it.

Prometheus Labs strikes me as competent, the wouldn't let anyone who didn't know what they were doing near an anomaly, so that strikes out the junior researcher option. They aren't like the foundation, so I doubt they'd have something dangerous in the facility, so that strikes out the freak accident option. Only one thing left - they escaped while in transport. Only question now is where were they being transported to?

You could have something about Marshall Carter & Dark buying them, but I don't think demand would be very high for it. I'll probably go for something simple like being transported from one lab to another. I also want to focus more on someone at Prometheus Labs trying to modify and develop the pheromone for use as some sort of anesthetic - I think that could have potential.

Okay, let me write it out again:

Carnivorous bees with the ability to lure prey, including humans, to the hive, at which point specialized butcher bees will kill the prey.
The butcher bees will chew out a rough lattice structure in the prey and move the brood into it, the hunter bees eat the rest.
Prometheus Labs have managed to acquire a sample of the bees and have started researching it. One researcher in particular is modifying the bees so that the pheromones could be used as a kind of anesthetic, or something like that. During transport from one lab to another, a queen managed to escape into the wild, and started rapidly spreading across the country.

Oooh, I might have them pretty much infest the world, they could start eating domesticated cows and dogs and stuff, they could be like those yellow crazy ants. I can just imagine the foundation's desperate attempts to stop it, when the world was unable to stop the ants. I think this has real potential, this could be a good article. Fuck it, I'm changing focus.

Carnivorous bees with the ability to lure prey, including humans, to the hive, at which point specialized butcher bees will kill the prey.
The butcher bees will chew out a rough lattice structure in the prey and move the brood into it, the hunter bees eat the rest.
Prometheus Labs have managed to acquire a sample of the bees and have started researching it. One researcher in particular is modifying the bees so that the pheromones could be used as a kind of anesthetic, or something like that. During transport from one lab to another, a queen managed to escape into the wild, and started rapidly spreading across the country. The foundation was alerted, and they started deploying massive countermeasures to try and stop the bees. They failed, the bees becamse an invasive species and started infesting the world, their anomalous properties causing havoc worldwide, particularly in poorer places.
All attempts of keeping the bees secret are abandoned. They are reclassified as keter and teams equipped with flamethrowers are sent out to torch large populations of bees.
By this point, nearly 25% of the animal population has been eaten by the bees. Several endangered species have gone completely extinct.
Nukes?

Okay, let me tone it down a bit. They probably aren't going to eat people or rhinos or big things like that. How about this:

Carnivorous bees with the ability to lure prey, including humans, to the hive, at which point specialized butcher bees will kill the prey.
The butcher bees will chew out a rough lattice structure in the prey and move the brood into it, the hunter bees eat the rest.
Prometheus Labs have managed to acquire a sample of the bees and have started researching it. One researcher in particular is modifying the bees so that the pheromones could be used as a kind of anesthetic, or something like that. During transport from one lab to another, a queen managed to escape into the wild, and started rapidly spreading across the country. The bees become an invasive species due to their enhanced capabilities, infesting other countries around the world.
The foundation attempts to stop them, but fails, even with all of their resources at their disposal. There are just too many of them. The bees prey on many small animals, and many of them go extinct. In the end, they are unstoppable, and become part of nature. Particularly large hives may be destroyed by the foundation as necessary.

Okay, I'm pretty happy with that. I think that could work as an article. Next, I'll lay out the formatting:

Object class… keter? It's really fucked up nature, but it hasn't directly harmed humans. Maybe Euclid.
Special containment procedures will have some crossed out lines of attempted containment before stating that it is mostly uncontainable, with the exception of very large hives being burned down by Foundation personnel.
Description will be a standard thing describing the properties of the bees, butcher bees designated SCP-XXXX-B and prey SCP-XXXX-1
Discovery log will say that Prometheus Labs informed the foundation of the bees after they were lost, and the foundation searched for them, but were unable to find them for a while. The bees multiplied faster than expected and began to infest the area. The infestation grew exponentially, and was quickly out of hand. Airdropped pesticides had little effect, possibly due to the bees resistance to their own pheromones.

So… yeah. The rewrite. At the moment I'm kinda regretting taking it on, but I'm going to try to go through with it.

The issue is that I have to balance both the author's wishes and you know, actually making a half decent article. Daisybellus wants to stick with the eye thing and presumable the deal with the mouth, and I'm unsure about either.

Really, what needs to happen, is it needs to become something more than a generic monster. The eye thing might be a good way to do that, but I need to explore that further.

Well, first, let me write the whole thing out like I did with Apis Tractus:

Its a featureless humanoid that… has a mouth
It uses light to power itself. It needs food, but needs light to use the food, similar to the relation between glycogen and fats and protein.
This means that if the area gets too dark, it enters a hibernation state, and becomes very active and aggressive if the area is bright.
The thing is practically an animal as well, and will hunt small animals and staff and strangle them. It doesn't bother cooking them or anything either.
It was discovered in Iran
It can absorb light through its skin.

Thats all there is at the moment. Now, in the original, it didn't have a mouth and it ate via ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ which I got rid of cause it felt like a cheap way to cover up plot holes. However, the thing was that it didn't let anyone see it eat, and later on it didn't attack people with no eyes. So it seems like that is relevant to the story, so I guess I'll have to add it in again.

Its a featureless humanoid.
It uses light to power itself. It needs food, but needs light to use the food, similar to the relation between glycogen and fats and protein.
This means that if the area gets too dark, it enters a hibernation state, and becomes very active and aggressive if the area is bright.
The thing is practically an animal as well, and will hunt small animals and staff and strangle them. It doesn't bother cooking them or anything either.
It was discovered in Iran
It can absorb light through its skin.
It won't let anyone see it eat. If you try and observe it when its trying to eat something, it'll try and kill you or gouge your eyes out. It'll do the same to cameras. Because of this, nobody knows how it eats, as it has no mouth.

Okay, so that's what the original is. It's still a generic monster thing though.

The Doomsday Contest. As with rewrite, I'm kinda regretting taking this on. I feel like I need to step back, take a break, but that isn't an option. Others are relying on me here, I have to at least try.

So, onto the idea. The biggest problem with the contest right know is cooperation. We've been doing this for two weeks and we aren't even close to any sort of idea, because of difficulty coordinating. This isn't something I can fix. We are only going to be able to meet on IRC so often, PMs will only be checked so much, and sometimes we're just going to disagree.

We have to make this more individual focused. Its the only way we are going to be able to do this in a reasonable amount of time. We will absolutely still coordinate to some degree; meetings will still be scheduled, we might even co-author something. What I think is that each person will be responsible for developing their own ideas and drafts, and only get really use the IRC for feedback.

That might seem obvious, it might seem like thats what we already do, but I really think we haven't.

I think that the main thing that we're going to do is abolish the central idea, and have each article be different. I'm going to go ahead and prepare a short blurb to put in the central idea tab:

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An SCP-xxxx worker

Item #: SCP-xxxx

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: One hive of SCP-xxxx will be kept in a 5x3x5m containment chamber for testing purposes. One live mouse is to be fed to the hive daily. Nobody is to be let into the chamber without a full body beekeeper suit equipped with air filtration mask. Any instances of SCP-xxxx found outside of containment are to be destroyed upon discovery.

Description: SCP-xxxx is a species of bee identified as an evolved form of Apis dorsata. SCP-xxxx workers are approximately 50% larger than normal Apis dorsata workers, and have larger heads in proportion to body, although they lack stingers.

SCP-xxxx workers do not collect pollen or nectar, nor do they pollinate flowers. Instead, swarms of workers, usually between 25 to 200 large, form and depart on nocturnal hunting missions⁶. On such missions, swarms will roam far and wide in search of prey, ranging from field mice to full grown cattle, depending on the size of the swarm.

Anomalous properties appear when swarms of SCP-xxxx encounter prey. Instead of biting prey, swarms of SCP-xxxx will circle around their prey, hereby designated SCP-xxxx-1, and release powerful pheromones while beating their wings at a certain frequency in order to confuse SCP-xxxx-1. The pheromones act as a sort of tranquilizer. While not powerful enough to put most instances of SCP-xxxx-1 to sleep, it does appear to instill drowsiness, inhibit alertness and mental capabilities, eliminate the fear response, and attract prey in a manner that compels them to follow trails of the pheromone. The SCP-xxxx worker swarm leads SCP-xxxx-1 back to the hive, usually to an area just outside of the hive. Once SCP-xxxx-1 and the swarm arrives, SCP-xxxx 'butcher' bees begin their work.

SCP-xxxx "butcher" bees are nearly twice as large as workers, coming to a average length of 6.35 centimeters. They are equipped with large chewing mandibles and a powerful, reusable stinger, similar to those of wasps. Butchers bees will repeatedly sting SCP-xxxx-1 until death.⁷ The butcher bees will then use their large mandibles to chew small holes into SCP-xxxx-1, into which the brood is transported.⁸ The rest is eaten by the colony while the butcher bees act as guards.

A frog being used as an incubator for SCP-xxxx brood

Discovery Log:
On ██-██-13, the first instances of SCP-XXXX were discovered in [REDACTED] when agents reported sights of large bees swarming the area. Several apiaries as well as specialized equipment were found inside a secluded, infested house that appeared to have been transformed into a makeshift laboratory, indicating that the colony was being cared for by humans. No personnel were present, though signs indicating recent inhabitation were found. Additionally, a log was found, appearing to have been written by the individual caring for the SCP-XXXX hive.

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██-██-██

I assumed it was superstition - after all, there is no such thing as a carnivorous bee. But then █████ said it was true. I didn't believe him of course, but he had never fallen prey to the beliefs of the locals. I wondered what could of convinced him. I thought maybe there was some sort of strange bee. Maybe they were, I don't know, gathering around corpses. He said he would try, and nearly a month later he showed up with a queen. Said it had been complete luck. I set them up here, and I studied them. They were definitely similar to Apis dorsata. But I couldn't feed them. They refused to eat the pollen I took from nearby flowers. The were indifferent to the nectar. Finally, I thought I might as well give them some meat and see what would happen. I expected nothing, but what I got was so much more. I tossed them a scrap of old pork; and they actually started eating it. This big one, looked like some kind of soldier - maybe they're related to Jatai bees? Started eating it, and all other others gave it space. I was shocked. This simply couldn't be happening, and yet it was. Carnivorous bees…

██-██-██

I started experimenting. I gave them a larger bit of meat and watched closely. The big soldier bee went first again, and started eating it. The other bee's held back again. I watched for a while and realized that it was chewing out little circles for some reason. Eventually, it flew back to its apiary and the rest of the bees came forward and ate. They left the circles alone and left a weird lattice behind. Nothing else happened, so I left.

██-██-██

What's left of the meat has been moved closer to the apiary. I have no clue how they managed it, but they did. It looks like they've moved the brood into the lattice. I have no idea why, but that's what they did. A few of them look larger than the others, I think they might be more soldier bee things. Anyway, these things can survive in the wild, so that means they must hunt live prey, right? So I got a little field mouse and put it in their room and watched. Nothing happened for a minute or two, but then a swarm of the little bees started towards it. I expected them to start biting them or something - they don't have stingers after all. But the just swarmed it. Started buzzing around it's head and stuff. The mouse started to run and flail a little bit, but then it just… stopped. It was still sort of twitching, but it stopped resisting. The bees started flying back to the apiary, and the mouse followed. Like some kind of zombie. Once it reached the apiary, the soldier bee came out and stung it. Thing is, the bee actually survived, like a wasp. Anyway, the mouse started fighting a little bit, but the bee stung it again and it fell over. One more sting, and then the soldier started making another one of those lattice things and the others bees came over to eat. I have no idea why that mouse just decided to follow the bees. They didn't do anything to it, they just buzzed around it.

Several irrelevant entries have been removed.

██-██-██

It's gotten to the point where it's difficult to feed them. A pound of meat every day can be expensive. But, I've made a breakthrough.

An SCP-xxxx worker

Item #: SCP-xxxx

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: One hive of SCP-xxxx will be kept in a 5x3x5m containment chamber for testing purposes. One live mouse is to be fed to the hive daily. Nobody is to be let into the chamber without a full body beekeeper suit equipped with air filtration mask. Any instances of SCP-xxxx found outside of containment are to be destroyed upon discovery.

Description: SCP-xxxx is a species of bee identified as an evolved form of Apis dorsata. SCP-xxxx workers are approximately 50% larger than normal Apis dorsata workers, and have larger heads in proportion to body, although they lack stingers.

SCP-xxxx workers do not collect pollen or nectar, nor do they pollinate flowers. Instead, swarms of workers, usually between 25 to 200 large, form and depart on nocturnal hunting missions⁹. On such missions, swarms will roam far and wide in search of prey, ranging from field mice to full grown cattle, depending on the size of the swarm.

Anomalous properties appear when swarms of SCP-xxxx encounter prey. Instead of biting prey, swarms of SCP-xxxx will circle around their prey, hereby designated SCP-xxxx-1, and release powerful pheromones while beating their wings at a certain frequency in order to confuse SCP-xxxx-1. The pheromones act as a sort of tranquilizer. While not powerful enough to put most instances of SCP-xxxx-1 to sleep, it does appear to instill drowsiness, inhibit alertness and mental capabilities, eliminate the fear response, and attract prey in a manner that compels them to follow trails of the pheromone. The SCP-xxxx worker swarm leads SCP-xxxx-1 back to the hive, usually to an area just outside of the hive. Once SCP-xxxx-1 and the swarm arrives, SCP-xxxx 'butcher' bees begin their work.

SCP-xxxx "butcher" bees are nearly twice as large as workers, coming to a average length of 6.35 centimeters. They are equipped with large chewing mandibles and a powerful, reusable stinger, similar to those of wasps. Butchers bees will repeatedly sting SCP-xxxx-1 until death.¹⁰ The butcher bees will then use their large mandibles to chew small holes into SCP-xxxx-1, into which the brood is transported.¹¹ The rest is eaten by the colony while the butcher bees act as guards.

A frog being used as an incubator for SCP-xxxx brood.

Discovery Log:
On ██-██-13, the first instances of SCP-XXXX were discovered in ████████, India when agents reported sights of large bees swarming the area. Several apiaries as well as specialized equipment were found inside a secluded bunker, indicating that the colony was being cared for by humans. No personnel were present, though signs indicating recent inhabitation were found.

Addendum A:
On ██-██-13, four days after the discovery of SCP-XXXX, an unidentified plane flew over [REDACTED]. Two days after the plane flew by, a small hive was located in the area. Hive was dispatched without incident.
Addendum B
On ██-██-14, an extremely large colony of SCP-xxxx was found in [REDACTED]. The leader of the extermination squad was interviewed.

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Doctor █████: Please summarize the incident.
Agent ████████: Well, at first it was the usual. We got off the plane, got on to some foundation car. Usually it's an SUV or a van with blacked out windows, something you'd see coming out of a MI5 headquarters or something, but this time it was this jeep thing, without any air conditioning or anything. Mores the pity, it was 90 degrees out in [REDACTED].
Doctor █████: Continue.
Agent ████████: We drove for a while and passed a little village along the way. I guess it was the one those damn bees have been preying on. Well, 'preying on' is an understatement. Anyway, a minute later we stop at this dry field. Most the land we passed was the traditional [REDACTED] landscape: Desert, desert, and more desert, but this part looked a bit nicer. Maybe that's why the bees set up shop there. Long story short, we trudged through nearly a mile of dead grass to the hive. Met one of those swarms along the way. This one was pretty big, but we didn't think much of it at the time. Scared it off easily enough. A few minutes later, we saw the crater.
Doctor █████: Crater?
Agent ████████: Yeah there was a… well, a crater. Hill with a hole in it. Anyway, the bees made their hive in there, so we couldn't see it directly. We still knew something was up, though. There were way too many bees coming in and out of it. Hundreds of the things, and we couldn't even see the hive. That was just foot traffic really. Well, air traffic. You know what I mean.
Doctor █████: Go on.
Agent ████████: Well, we weren't exactly sure what to do. I mean, they said that it was larger than usual, but that really didn't cover it. For all we knew, there could be tens of thousands of them in there. In the end, we decided to continue as usual. They said that our suits would protect us.
Doctor █████: Didn't they?
Agent ████████: They protected us… for the most part.
Doctor █████: What do you mean?
Agent ████████: You'll see. Anyway, we decided to go on, so we walked up to the crater. As we went along, swarms tried to hunt us. Once we started getting closer, they stopped with the pheromones and stared biting the suit. Didn't do anything, but it was obvious that they weren't happy. We decided to wait until were at the hive to start releasing the toxins. We went on and on, more and more bees attacking us. At this point, I started to get worried. The suits were designed for dealing with these fuckers but there were hundreds of them, all attacking us. If they got in, we'd be dead, and it wouldn't exactly be a quick and painless demise.
Doctor █████: I imagine not.
Agent ███████: Mhmm. Anyway, I was still stupid enough to think that the suits would hold em off. Anyway, just before we crested the hill, a bunch of bees left, and a few seconds later a massive horde of those giant fucking butcher bees arose. And I mean horde. 'Swarm' cannot even begin to describe the thing. There were at least two thousand. Two thousand bees as long as the palm of my hand… Anyway, they uh, they attacked. They split up pretty evenly between us, but it was not nice having two are three hundred massive bees with a bunch of normal ones. We could barely see for bees. We crested the hill, but I couldn't really see anything. That's when it all went wrong.
Doctor █████: What happened?
Agent ███████: One of my men tripped and fell. Apparently it was ██████. The bees seemed to take this personally, and they all went to attack him, so I could see. There were bees everywhere. There were at least ten thousand, with two or three thousand attacking ██████. There were giant hives all over the place. But… then I saw the bodies.
Doctor █████: Their prey?
Agent ███████: That too. But uh, these were human. Skeletons… Some still had meat. One was still covered in eggs. There were so many. Maybe thirty. Thirty human bodies, being feasted on by bees…
Doctor █████: …What happened next?
Agent ███████: Then? Then I was done. Back before we left they gave us a grenade, said it was incendiary and to only use it in emergency to keep from starting forest fires and shit. This qualified as an emergency. I threw the thing right into the middle of some hives, thought maybe I could distract them. Then I started using all of my smoke and toxins to kill and pacify what I could, while running to help ██████. Thing is, he started crawling toward the hives,
Doctor █████: What?
Agent ███████: You heard me. Looked like the his air filter had stopped working, and he was crawling right toward the flames. Bees were leading him there. I tried to pull him away, but there were bees all over the place, I had a hard time getting a good grip, and he kept trying to fight me off. Finally, one of my other guys came over and yelled at me to leave him. He said we couldn't last much longer, and I realized that I was kinda…dizzy, and… weird. I guess my filter was starting to fail, so I had no choice: I ran. The others went with me, and the bees started to clear off. We got back to the jeep and… we left. We left ██████ behind.
Doctor █████: Anything else?
Agent ███████: No. That's it.
Doctor █████: Very well. You may leave.

A Soldiers Best Friend

SCP-xxxx

Item #: SCP-xxxx

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-xxxx is to be stored in a standard containment locker. Access is prohibited outside of testing, and all tests must be approved by Doctor Haywood. Testing is prohibited indefinitely or until further notice. SCP-XXXX is to be stored in an appropriately sized locked containment chamber with reinforced walls. At least one guard must be stationed at the door to SCP-XXXX's containment chamber and is required to send in radio checks every one minute. In the event of a breach, or if the guard fails to check in, MTF-Delta 9 is to clear the area and neutralize any wielders of SCP-XXXX.

Description: SCP-xxxx is a world-war-two era M3 submachinegun, identical in appearance to other weapons of its model. However, it has increased durability, showing incredible resilience to all attempts to damage it, and has several anomalous characteristics.

SCP-xxxx's anomalous effects assert themselves whenever needed, typically in combat. SCP-xxxx has multiple effects, and has so far shown able to assert only one of them at a time, though it can instantly switch from one to another.

Known Effects:

Any individual under any effect of SCP-XXXX is hereby designated SCP-XXXX-1

XXXX-E1: SCP-XXXX-1 is able to go for extremely long periods of time without food, water, or rest. The exact amount of time before starvation or dehydration ensues is currently unknown, though SCP-XXXX-1 has been noted to stay awake for 96 hours before showing any signs of sleep deprivation.
XXXX-E2: SCP-XXXX-1 appears to have unusual control over their body, able to stand perfectly still, to perform excruciatingly painful tasks without hesitation if needed, to completely filter out unwanted emotions, to heal minor wounds at an slightly advanced rate, and to voluntarily stop their own heart.
XXXX-E3: SCP-XXXX-1 is able to withstand injury, proving capable of withstanding bludgeons, sharp objects and shrapnel, and low caliber bullets. Additionally, SCP-XXXX-1 is capable to heal at a significantly advanced rate, taking two hours to repair damage from a 50 caliber bullet that damaged a lung. SCP-XXXX-1 is also able to manipulate its own chemical and physical makeup to a certain degree.
XXXX-E4: Bullets fired by SCP-XXXX have increased mass and travel much quicker, vastly increasing force. Additionally, the bullets are are white-hot, having an estimated temperature of 3000 degrees kelvin, and are able to ignite highly flammable targets. SCP-XXXX-1 is able to resist extreme heat, has significantly increased night vision, and can kill by maintaining physical contact with a target for an amount of time seeming to vary based upon of the target's strength.
XXXX-E5: SCP-XXXX-1 possesses advanced higher reasoning capabilities and is capable of quickly performing exceedingly advanced mental math and logic puzzles. Additionally, SCP-XXXX-1 has shown an unusual abilities to predict future events, though it is unknown whether this is a further anomalous properties or simply a by-product of the enhanced mental capabilities.
Several other insignificant properties. For a full list of properties, view document SCP-XXXX-B

Discovery:
SCP-XXXX was discovered when MTF Commander ████████ used SCP-XXXX in the presence of several researchers during the [REDACTED] breach, in order to recontain SCP-████. The researchers recognized SCP-XXXX as an anomaly and informed site command, at which point SCP-XXXX was taken into containment. MTF Commander ████████ was demoted to Agent.

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██-█-1978
Sounds of chairs scraping are heard
Doctor ████: Tell me.
Commander ████████: Well… What do you want to know?
Doctor ████: Trust me when I say that you do not want to play games with me, commander.
Commander ████████: I'm not playing games, doc. Do you want to know what the gun does, or do you want me to start from the beginning?
Doctor ████: What does the gun do? How did you use it?
Commander ████████: The gun does its own thing. When you're holding it, something will… happen. But only if you need it to. I'm pretty sure the thing has a mind of its own.
Doctor ████: It's intelligent?
Commander ████████: Something like that. Anyway, you can't really force it to do anything. If you really need it to do something, it will. Kept ██████ alive for years. But uh, that ain't important.
Doctor ████: I'll decide what's important. What do you mean?
Commander ████████: You said you weren't interested in its history, only what it does.
Doctor ████: Hmm. What have you seen it do?
Commander ████████: Well, a lot of things. It can keep you going for days without food or rest. It can help you survive bullets, and heal yourself real fast. It's an MTF's best friend, really.
Doctor ████: What else?
Commander ████████: It's hard to tell. I've seen ██████ do a lot of stuff with it, but I don't know what's the gun and what's just skill, and experience.
Doctor ████: Who is this ██████ you keep mentioning?
Commander ████████: ██████ █████, former commander of MTF-[REDACTED]. He was the one who discovered it, made it, really.
Doctor ████: He made it? How?
Commander ████████: I guess I'd better start from the beginning.
Subject can be heard sighing and shuffling his chair.
Commander ████████: It all started maybe ██ years ago, back in the ██████. So, ██████ had the M3, nothing special back then. Standard issue MTF weaponry. Now, ██████ was practically famous, one of the most respected commanders in the Foundation. He went everywhere, toting around his M3, shooting people down, meeting with site directors and such, that sorta thing. An' he was good at his job, even without the gun. Good man too, back when he was alive.
Doctor ████: He was killed?
Commander ████████: Had to happen sometime. But that's getting ahead of myself. As for what happened next, I can only guess. The gun started to act funny, didn't know what to make of it. I guess all the SCPs and shit it fought rubbed off on it. I don't know. Anyway, ██████ started gettin' all secretive. Distant. Always started talkin' about something else whenever anyone said anything about the gun. I was in his unit, did I mention that? We were alright, occasionally got drunk together off duty, and I acted as a bit of a lieutenant. Second in command, you know. Anyway, the other guys didn't think too much of it, but I knew something was off. Didn't bring it up though, figured a man's got his right to his secrets. Then, shit started gettin' weird.
Doctor ████: What happened?
Commander ████████: Well, nothin' big, at first. ██████ started to do some stuff, but we still figured it was just skill and luck. After all, he's the most respected commander in the Foundation, isn't he? Then, he took a few rounds to the chest. Thought for sure he was a dead man. But he turned out just fine, damnedest thing I ever seen. Got right up and gave the offender a few new holes with that gun of his. Damn near blew the fuckers spine out of his back. Anyway, ██████ said he was wearing armour, but I didn't see anything like that. Besides, back then armour wasn't much good against anything but shrapnel.
Doctor ████: So he used the gun to survive a bullet?
Commander ████████: No, he just grew iron fuckin' skin. Of course he used the gun. Anyway, shit like that kept happenin'. Eventually, everyone knew something was up. Again, didn't press it. You don't just go an' start asking your commander questions like that, not when it's ██████ you're talkin' about. Didn't get any better when newer guns started bein' issued out. He still used the M3, he just hid it in his pack. Raised a few eyebrows, but nobody made an issue about it. Thankfully, everyone in the unit was experienced, and they knew good and well that what site command didn't know wouldn't hurt 'em.
Doctor ████: There are a few thing I would say about that.
Commander ████████: I bet there are. Anyway, I asked him what he was doing with it one time, by then I was starting to make a few correlations. Figured out the gun had something to do with it. Thought he was gonna bite my fuckin' head off, started shouting at me so bad. Well, shove me an' I shove back, so I told him to go [REDACTED] an' that if he didn't pull himself together I'd tell the site director that he's going around with an outdated weapon and shrugging off bullets like nothin' at all. That shut him up real fast. He just sat there working his mouth like a goddamn fish. Right about when I'm real tempted to wave a hand in his face he just kinda… deflated. Put his head in his hands and just gave up. I didn't know what to do, I'd never seen him like this, before or since. Usually, he was one tank of a man. Wouldn't let anyone or anything push him around, and made sure everyone knew what'd happen if they tried…
Doctor ████: Stay here.
Doctor ████ can be heard getting up and conversing with several reseachers outside of the room. He soon returns to his chair.
Doctor ████: Go on.
Commander ████████: Well, he waited a few seconds and got it back together. He took a deep breath and gave me a bit of a speech.
Doctor ████: He told you about the gun?
Commander ████████: No, he just said some stuff about the foundation and secrecy. Most of it I already figured out, but I guess he was just reinforcing it or something. I'll remember his last words, though: '█████, I don't wanna keep you in the dark here, but it's for the best. We work for the foundation, everyone is in the dark. Just remember this: If you value our friendship, our jobs, our fucking lives; Never bring this up again. Not with me, not with anyone else.' I was still pretty pissed, but knew to keep my mouth shut. I just got up and walked away. After that, we got pretty distant. Stopped talkin' outside of missions, by then we were pretty much just coworkers.
Doctor ████: Then what?
Commander ████████: Well, that went on for a few years. I'm pretty sure at least one other guy got the same speech I did. I kept actin' as second in command, kept on containing breaches and goin' on missions. Gun kept saving our lives. MTF isn't exactly a good job if you're lookin' for a safe, cushy sorta lifestyle, an' I can think of four or five times I bet we'd of been dead if not for it. Eventually, ██████ stopped bein' famous for his actions, but for the fact that his unit hadn't had one fuckin' casualty in over ten years, nobody knew what to make of it. 'Round the time these rumors and such started flyin' around, ██████ decided that he had to put a stop to it. He decided that someone had to die, an' that fucking snake took it upon himself to get a good man killed to save his own fucking hide!
Commander ████████ can be heard breathing deeply
Commander ████████: Sorry about that, doc… Anyway, he intentionally made all the wrong choices to get the guy killed. He was experienced too, and he'd been with us for a year or two. And then everyone hears that the great ██████ failed, that one of his men was killed by an SCP that anyone could've contained. That bastard knew what was coming. When I went to tell him in no uncertain fucking words exactly what I thought of him, he was just sittin' there waiting. Didn't move at all, it was eerie. I got my face about an inch from his nose and told him that he was a liar, a coward, and a fucking idiot. He didn't move throughout the entire thing, just stood stock still. If he wasn't breathing, I'd of thought he was fuckin' dead. Anyway, after I'm finished and I ask for one good reason not to punch his goddamn face in, he sits back is gives this fake-ass, prefabricated, emotionless speech about his actions, and how he 'regrets ████████ noble sacrifice.' Really, You regret his fuckin' sacrifice? It ain't sacrifice if he doesn't fuckin' know what's happening until it's too late, that's murder!
Doctor ████: Commander, calm down.
Commander ████████: …Sorry. Anyway, at this point, I'm speechless, I'm just lost for fuckin' words and I'm seriously considering snatching up the gun and givin' him a taste of his own medicine. But I knew I wouldn't have a chance. The gun'd do something, an' I'd be killed. I started making plans to get the gun off of him, he couldn't be trusted with it. But it was too late for that.
Doctor ████: What do you mean?
Commander ████████: I assume you know all about the [REDACTED] breach?
Doctor ████: Are you kidding? We've spent the last week trying to keep the Foundation from crumbling to the ground. Giant containment breach across multiple sites, body count in the hundreds, closest the foundation has come to being exposed in years. If it had happened a day earlier, I'd probably be dead.
Commander ████████: Well, we were at site-██ when it happened. That was ground zero, you know. Worst shit I've ever been through. Anyway, [REDACTED].

A large section of the interview has been redacted.

Commander ████████: So we're running the fuck away, guns on full auto pouring lead into [REDACTED], and then [REDACTED]. I jumped right over █████ body and kept on running. Now, ██████ is in bad shape. The gun was the only thing keepin' him in one piece. Thing is, [REDACTED], and the corridor collapsed. [REDACTED] also knocked ██████ on his ass, and the gun went flying. Blood started just pouring out of his wounds, he should've been dead long ago. I turn him over, an' he's already unconscious from blood loss. I go an' grab the gun and shove it in his hands, but it's too late. He's dead. I hear [REDACTED], so I grab the gun and start backpedaling with it trained on the collapsed corridor. I didn't really feel any different when I picked up the gun, but it was my best bet. Anyway, [REDACTED]. It's full of doctors and guards and stuff. I jump away from a [REDACTED], and fire off a few more shots and shout for everyone to run away. A few of those little [REDACTED], and once they're dead I jump to the side, just about dodgin' another goddamn [REDACTED]. A few [REDACTED] try and shoot me down, and sure enough the bullet just bounced right off. I light some scaffolds on fire with the gun and they die screaming. I look around, and everything is quiet, and everyone is just staring at me. Eventually, an MTF squad gets themselves together and orders me to stand down. I could've killed them, but I wasn't just going to murder my comrades in cold blood, not like that. They lock me up, confiscate the gun, and eventually some doctor comes and asks what the hell is going on.
Doctor ████: …That's quite a story.
Commander ████████: Well welcome to the fuckin' foundation.
A knock is heard throughout the room.
Doctor ████: Alright, let's see how much of this is actually true…

Note: I had a few files delivered and l looked through them with ████████. I can confirm that both he and █████ were in MTF-[REDACTED] at the same time for several years, consistent with what the commander told me. Other than that, there wasn't much on either of their files, though the commander seemed to know more than average off of the top of his head about █████. I got approval for tests on the gun and produced effects similar to those the commander told me about. I have interviews scheduled with the survivors of MTF-[REDACTED] and a few other people. I'll keep this document updated. - Doctor ████

Addendum: On ██-█-1978, Agent ██████ turned on the Foundation during testing, using the weapon to punch through high grade ballistic glass and fatally wound several researchers including Doctor ████, before being subdued by nearby guards and MTF units, killing 14 people, two of them MTF, in the process. Testing is discontinued until further notice.

Starseer

SCP-xxxx during an attack

Item #: SCP-xxxx

Object Class: Safe Euclid

Special Containment Procedures:

Description:

SCP-xxxx is a young girl estimated to be nine(9) years old. She has lost all memory of her life before containment, including name, age, and family. She is Caucasian with medium length brown hair, is 139 cm tall, and weighs 28 kilograms. Normal eye color is blue. She enjoys reading and shows interest in animals, drawing, and other SCPs.

Under normal circumstances, SCP-xxxx has no anomalous properties. However, SCP-xxxx will occasionally undergo an attack, on no set schedule.¹² During an attack, SCP-xxxx's eyes will turn jet black, and SCP-xxxx will immediately stop whatever she is doing. Other individuals in the room report feeling a significant drop in temperature, the room significantly darkening, and "a crushing feeling of despair and helplessness"

During the attack, SCP-xxxx, and all others affected by her, will speak in unison a "prophecy" - That is, a cryptic message concerning the future. In all cases, SCP-xxxx's prophecies will warn of a future event, most often a containment breach, but not always. Prophecies have warned of:

A containment breach by SCP-682 that likely would have resulted in the destruction of site-██ if not for SCP-xxxx's warning.
An attempt on a member of the O-5 council's life, suspected to have been performed by The Chaos Insurgency.
The existence and location of SCP-████
A stash of SCP-420-J hidden by Agent █████ Note: Why the hell did she warn us of that rather than [REDACTED]? I know we're not supposed to talk about it, but come on, ██ people died!
Several other containment breaches and significant events.

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Note: A lot of people have been trying to get her classified as thaumiel. This is a terrible idea. Because the "ethics committee" that we have isn't exactly going to be getting up and doing anything, for anyone, ever, I'll step in and defend her instead.
First off, she is not a tool, or a weapon, or a freak, or even an SCP for that matter. She is a person. A child. If we classify her as thaumiel, how long until we chain her to a cell, give her one bland meal a day, ignore her except when she has an attack, and then leave her crying in the dirt and shut the door?
It's bad enough that she's locked away, with no friends to speak of but me and her books. I will not stand for her being classified as thaumiel. But I don't want her classified as safe either. Because she isn't safe. Every day, she is in terrible danger. Do you people even realize what would happen if the Chaos Insurgency found out about her? About the person that has saved the life of an O-5 council member, let alone the fact that she saved all site ██ from 682? They would try to kidnap her. Or what if they decided that they didn't need her, they just needed us to not have her? What do you think would happen then?
-Doctor Rivers

Room of Lost Souls

I knew I was fucked as soon as I saw the writing on the walls.

Literally, half of the room was covered in strange, angular writing. When you're working with the Foundation, investigating a regular old anomalous bedroom was bad enough. When it has weird runes all over the walls, it's terrifying.

If it was being investigated as an anomaly, it could do anything. It might kill me. It might make me go insane. It might take control of my legs and make me do a tap dance. I'd certainly seen stranger things during my time with the Foundation.

I took a closer look around. Maybe a third of the room was illuminated by the doorway where I stood, and a window directly across from the doorway, forming a bar of light on the ground. The room had no other illumination, and the runes seemed to abhor the light. A bed was set up with the headboard pressing against the wall furthest from the light, and a small nightstand lay tipped over on the floor adjacent to the bed.

"So, uh… what does this do….?" I asked, eyeing the runes suspiciously. "What do you think we're trying to find out?" replied the researcher. "We haven't done any testing yet. You're the first to investigate this." I knew that "investigate" meant something much worse than the word alone implied.

"Okay. Is there uh, anything I should watch out for?" I asked desperately. I needed something, anything. I'd seen enough D-class eviscerated to know that knowledge equaled survival. Well, a better chance of survival, at least. The researcher gestured impatiently. "How many times do I have to tell you? We don't know anything. Now move it." snapped the researcher.

Then why is this being investigated as an anomaly? I mentally asked. There was no getting away from it. I had to move away from the light. I don't know why I found the prospect so terrifying, but I did. Instinct, I suppose. I tentatively walked into the semi-lit area. I waited a heartbeat. Then another. Nothing happened. I slowly walked into the fully dark area. This time, I felt different. I felt… cold. Lethargic. The deep shadows in the corners seemed to ripple and shimmer.. The researcher stared intently at me.

"Do you feel any different?" asked the researcher, still staring at me. "Yeah… I feel sorta… tired. And-" My voice broke off. "What?" snapped the researcher, clearly agitated. "What happened?" "N-nothing." I stammered back. "I just saw that rune." Indeed I had. It looked… strange. Darker, more deeply engraved, just different. It stood out, and the shadows seemed to gather around it. "What do you mean?" asked the researcher. "I meant what I said. I saw that rune. It looked… weird. It was different from the others." I responded. "Which one?" queried the researcher.

I glanced back, confused. "You mean you don't see it?" I asked. It was small, but visible. I figured they would've noticed it around the same time I had. "It's that one." I walked toward it while pointing, my finger ending up a few inches from the rune. I had a thought of pressing it. Why would I do that? It's just some writing, I thought. It did nothing to alleviate the desire.

The researcher cast a sidelong glance at the guard next to her. The guard shook his head. Great. Now I was seeing things. I looked back to my finger still hanging in the air. Why am I still pointing? I thought.

My hand jerked forward, seemingly of it's own accord.

I felt my muscles tense before I did it, and managed to pull my hand backwards before it touched the rune. Still, it lunged forward, brushing the air dangerously close to the rune. I didn't know what would happen if I touched it, but I had already decided that I definitely didn't want to find out. I snatched my arm back with my other hand and held it gingerly, as if I had been burned.

The researcher and guard stared at me like I had grown a third arm out of my chest. My mind ran through an old memory. What was that condition called? Alien hand syndrome? Something like that, but something else told me I didn't have a condition. Or at least not that condition.

"Why did you do that?" demanded the researcher. The guard held his gun at a low-ready position. I hoped he wouldn't feel the need to use it anytime soon. Unless horrific monsters burst out of the rune, of course. In that case, I just hoped he didn't miss. "I- I don't know. My hand just… moved. On its own." I stuttered. "It was trying to touch the writing." I saw, with perfect clarity, an image of the rune. I imagined touching it. What the hell is going on here? I wondered.

"So you… your hand… was trying to touch the rune?" asked the researcher. "Yep." I confirmed. She studied me and the rune, her expression unreadable. "Alright. Touch it." She ordered. "What? No!" I exclaimed. The guard casually hefted his weapon, examining every angle.

I touched the rune.

Instantly, a cold feeling of fear washed over me, and I knew there was something behind me. A scowling monster. The barrel of the guard's gun. Something. I whipped around to find nothing but a startled researcher and guard. The researcher bombarded me with questions, but I heard nothing. Something was in my head.

I could… sense something. Hear wasn't the right word. It was as if I could just about hear someone having a conversation. It wasn't so loud that I could really make out the words, but I could tell that someone was talking, even if I couldn't understand exactly what they were saying. It was kinda like that. But it wasn’t English. It didn’t even really sound like language. It was just random noise.

The thing was, a thought, or an image, or an emotion, or something would pop up in my head every once in a while, as if I could somehow subconsciously understand what was being said.

Rune. Push. Guard. Doctor. Rune. Hand. Forward. Talk. TALK.

"Turn around!" shouted the researcher. I realized that I was facing the wall, and my hand was inches from a different rune. With a shudder, I wrenched my hand back and turned around. The guard had given up with the low ready and was now pointing his weapon directly at my head.

"What happened when you touched the rune?" demanded the researcher. A moment passed. "Well, uh… It's difficult to describe." I muttered, eyes locked to the gun. "Give it your best shot." Snapped the researcher. I took a deep breath.

"Well… I could… I can… hear something. Like a voice, but not in English. It was weird, the noise didn't make any sense, but it was like I could sorta… understand it anyway. I don't know how." I paused. "I don't suppose you could point that somewhere else?" I added, looking at the guard. He grudgingly lowered his gun. I returned my attention to the researcher. "So yeah, there was the noise, and as I listened to it I would sorta… think of something. I'd get a bit of meaning, you know, blah blah blah something, blah blah blah something else, that sorta thing."

I looked hopefully at the researcher, seeing if she understood. She seemed to get what I was talking about, and she nodded. "Go on.".

"Well, it was talking about… you. And the rune." I finished lamely. "And I suppose it wanted you to press the rune again." stated the researcher. It wasn't a question. "Press it again." "I won't." "You don't have a choice" stated the researcher flatly.

I knew she was right, but still I hesitated. I guess I could try and grab the guard's gun, but he would see me coming and shoot me before I could. Even if I managed it without being shot to bits, what then? I had no real martial training, and I wasn't that strong. The guard would easily overpower me.

I turned around slowly. I could feel the voice whispering in the back of my mind. My hand twitched, and it took an effort of will to keep it from lunging at the rune. The voice seemed to have greater control over me. I could understand it's words more often, and with greater detail. I had more trouble keeping my limbs from disobeying me.

Touch it. Now. No choice. Must do it.

I had a thought. In fact, the voice didn't want me to press the same rune. It wanted me to press a different rune, just to the left. Maybe I could press that rune again and say that nothing happened. But would nothing happen? What if it made the voice even stronger?

The voice took advantage of my momentary distraction to utter a command I had no trouble understanding.

NOW.

Instantly, I lunged forward, powerless to stop my body from obeying the voice. The palm of my hand slammed into the rune.

"Press it again." I ordered. I knew he was going to refuse before he said a word. His jaw clenched, and his eyes hardened. "I won't." "You don't have a choice." I retorted. He bit down on a retort of his own, and studied the gun. He looked back at me.

Try it. I invited him mentally. He wouldn't last a second. He seemed to come to the same conclusion and backed down. He turned around, taking his time. He twitched from time to time, giving him the look of a mental patient. He stood there looking at the wall, as his twitching grew in intensity, until, so fast I nearly missed it, he lunged forward, his hand slapping the plaster.

Nothing happened.

He stumbled back, blinking, until he glanced to the side. With a guttural cry of fear, he turned, and put his back to the side wall, staring at something deep within his own mind.

The shadow creatures studied me, their heads cocked to one side like some cruel, demonic impression of a dog. They snarled softly, a horrible noise that reminded me of The Voice, but this voice didn't speak with words. It radiated hate, and fear, and cruelty, and rage. Whatever these were, they stood for the opposite of what made human civilization. What was built up, they tore down. Any that dared to be unafraid, would be driven back into the dark realms of fear, and they acted as an impenetrable barrier dividing those in need of help from those that were willing to extend a hand.

And they were furious.

They would do anything to tear down the thin veneer of civilization and drive the world into the dark primordial realm of chaos. The fact that mankind had dared to rise above the world and bring order to chaos was, to them, sacrilege.

The creatures had no permanent form to speak of. They were made of swirling clouds of dust sheathed in shadows and dark fog. As I watched, they split from a pack of wolves into a swarm of thousands of locusts, and flew together into a swirling center of darkness that manifested it self as a bear large enough to crush my head with a single paw.

Slowly, with a sense of finality, they morphed into one creature.

Me.

It was identical to me. Same hair, same face, same clothes, everything. A dark mirror of everything that I was.

It approached, I approached, slowly and steadily. I was frozen in place. I couldn't move. I could lunge at the guard, he'd kill me. I would rather die than have that thing touch me. But no matter how much I screamed at my muscles to obey me, they refused. The Voice had total control over me now.

It halted. It spoke, and this time, It spoke in English.
"Do you see? Do you understand? Or are you just as clueless as before?"
My mouth opened, and I realized I could talk again. It wanted an answer. It wasn't going to get one. I had one thing I wanted to say.

"What… Are… You?"

A thin, cold smile spread across its face, It threw back its head and laughed.
"You are clueless. Did the form not tip you off? It inched closer to me. "I, am you. You, are me. And we…" It's finger hovered inches above my forehead.

ARE ONE

And then it touched me.

It was as someone had turned on the lights. In an instant, I saw things that I never could before. I saw things the way they really were.

The abstract values of justice, and compassion, and fairness crumpled. These are things that don't really exist. Truth itself is a lie. The world is nothing more than a cold, dead chain of events. Life is just an endless, futile struggle that ends in being left to rot in some cave. There is no mercy. There is no law. There is just the short-lived and petty attempt to survive that ultimately fails.

Those feelings gradually begin to dim, though they didn't go away completely, leaving me feeling like regular shit rather than the extra-pulpy shit that the shadow… thing had ordered for me. I opened my eyes, and I realized I was kneeling on the ground, which had acquired an inky black sheen. I painfully gathered my feet beneath me and stood, and had a proper look around.

The room was now black, and dark fog drifted along the edges of the room. The only light came from the door and window, but a thick haze of the smoky fog did its best to stifle it. Still, some made it through, and it felt like the sun might feel to one that had been trapped underground for years. It revitalized me. It gave me energy. It shielded me from the shadows. I had a feeling that, had that light not been there, I would still be huddled on the ground in despair. I couldn't think of what just happened. It was practically traumatic. I would begin to shake, not at the fact that that thing could so easily control me, but the fact that I might really believe that was true.

The fact that maybe, it really was true.

A swirling line of ash shot up from a crack in the floor and rapidly formed, from the bottom up, into a shape of a haggard old man. He looked like someone you would see loitering on skid row, with long and messy hair and beard. He wore tattered, worn out versions of what looked like a sweater and a pair cotton pants.

The most immediately noticeable thing about him was the solidity of his form. While the other thing looked insubstantial, this looked real. It was still wreathed in shadows, but underneath there was a hard layer of ash, spotted with smoldering embers. Occasionally, the ash would split under the pressure of a rumbling geyser of fiery red light before a plug of shadows would fill the hole and the ash would seal the crack. It made him look like he was falling apart at the seams, that he would surely crumble at the next geyser.

But his eyes… The eyes were the worst. A fiery pit of chained hatred. It reminded me of that shadow-thing's snarl when it was a wolf, only a hundred times worse. Looking into those eyes was like looking at someone killing your closest friend. You want to kill and wreak vengeance and run somewhere far, far, away in equal measure. It's hatred was infectious. I searched those eyes for any lingering signs of humanity. I found nothing.

It flicked its hand, and my mind filled with the clamoring, controlling sounds. They were indomitable. I had no thoughts of resilience nor resistance. My head turned toward the the wall, and I noticed something. The runes were still there, but I could understand one. All the others were still indecipherable. The one I could understand conveyed one word: Expand

I realized that my hand was already hovering over the rune. I struggled weakly against The Voice, to no avail. The Voice forced my hand forward onto the rune, and the runes glowed briefly.

My eyes seemed to shoot back into my head as the world grew around me. In an instant, I seemed to be the size of an ant. Each plank of the wooden floor was as large as an aircraft carrier. The bed was a blocky mountain range miles away. The lit side of the room was a wall of stifled light as big as the sky.

The hate-filled figure was gone. My old friend the shadow-thing, however, had stuck around. It drifted towards me as a cylindrical blob and gradually became more and more detailed until I was faced once again with a perfect copy of myself.

"What are you? What is this… place?" I asked. A cheerless smile, about as comforting as a wolf's grin, spread across its face. "I seem to recall answering the former. As for the latter…" It looked up. "Well, the room itself is nothing special. It is simply a vessel for something much, much more powerful. I do believe he showed himself to you. It's also an opportunity… for us." I got the feeling "us" didn't refer to me and it, so much as it and something else.

"I haven't been this powerful since when I got you into this whole Foundation mess. It has been annoying though, the guards and the cells. But there is nothing like that here." It opened its arms, indicated the vast, dark, sea upon which I stood. "It's a shame it won't last. You were doomed as soon as you stepped into the dark, you know. Nothing can resist him."

"You know, I really didn't want this. You were a useful tool. But it's too late now, there is nothing I can do. I suppose I'll have to find someone else, once this is over. It's what we do."

With that, he dissipated into the air, and the old man I had seen before appeared again

He swept his arm, and a wave of shadows sped towards me. It lifted me off my feet just before enveloping me in a massive, billowing, storm of dark fog

The hopeless, chaotic feelings returned tenfold. The fog seemed to spin me around until it vanished. I had just enough to realize that I was in some kind of forest before something tackled me from behind, and agony erupted in my lower back. I turned around to see a snarling wolf lunging at me. When its teeth were a millimeter away from my throat, the dark fog took hold again and spun me into a dark alleyway where a hooded figure kicked my in the face hard enough to break my nose, and then I was falling off of a skyscraper, and then I was hit by a speeding car, and then another torture, and another, and another. He had complete control over my mind.

And, finally, suddenly, it was over. I could still feel my wounds; blood was dripping from my nose, I had broken my ankle, and I was pretty sure something was very much not right with my lungs. A thousand other cuts and bruises marred my body, but I could feel them fading. Soon, even my broken ankle and fucked up lung had healed.

I noticed a small dark pedestal with a white rune on it. It was the first thing I had seen that wasn't inky black. I walked up to it, and I could decipher the runes inscribed upon the rune: Death

Something prompted me to turn around, so I did. I saw another wall of shadows racing towards me. It looked to be about a mile away, but at the speed it was going it would be here in maybe thirty seconds.

`CHOOSE`

The voice left me.

So did the shadow-thing.

I nearly collapsed.

I realized that it had always been there, I just hadn't known until now. I felt cleaner, clearer, better. It was like someone had removed a white-hot spike from my forehead, I hadn't realized it existed until it was gone. I could barely comprehend not having it there. It was the reason I did what I had done. It was the reason I was here right now.

I cleared my head and looked to the wall of shadows. I had maybe ten seconds. Ten seconds to choose.

I understood what that thing wanted. It wanted me to choose of my own accord, to choose between a life of agony, or no life at all. It wanted the amusement. I glanced toward the storm.

Five seconds.

It was horrible, but It wasn't that bad. I could stand another, right?

Four seconds.

Yes, but it wouldn't stop. It would happen again and again.

Three seconds.

What if this was my only chance? I might never be free of the shadow-thing again.

Two seconds.

I positioned my hand over the rune. I might never have the option of escape, not again.

One second.

I might be trapped forever, alone, in agony. But alive.

Out of time.

I made my choice.

Dagger of Erised

SCP-xxxx and its sheath

Item #: SCP-xxxx

Object Class: Safe Neutralized

Special Containment Procedures:

SCP-xxxx is to be sheathed, placed, and locked into a 12x8x5cm steel box with a standard
four(4) digit combination lock, the combination of which will only be known by Doctor Geyron, and placed on a pedestal in a 5x3x5m containment chamber, fitted with surveillance equipment. Application for testing must be approved by Doctor Geyron or any personnel with clearance level O-4 or higher. All D-Class used in testing will be terminated immediately after testing is complete unless otherwise specified.

Description:

SCP-xxxx is an ornate steel and silver koftgari dagger, a curved blade mainly used centuries ago in [REDACTED]. Despite this, it appears brand new, and in pristine condition. Radiocarbon dating has proven ineffective, the dagger appearing to "update" its amount of carbon-14 so that it appears eternally new. Additionally, the dagger is incredibly strong, and damaging it requires incredible strength. The dagger will slowly repair itself, taking three(3) hours to repair a strike from a hydraulic ax brought in for testing.¹³

More anomalous properties appear when a person, hereby designated SCP-xxxx-1, directly views SCP-xxxx¹⁴. Upon seeing SCP-xxxx, SCP-xxxx-1 will develop a curiosity bordering on mild obsession¹⁵, and will attempt to approach and pick up the dagger.
When questioned, subjects describe it as "interesting" or "cool", and express a desire to closely examine the object. If allowed, SCP-xxxx-1 will touch the object, and immediately flinch, and remain tensed for a short period of time, usually between 1 to 2 seconds.

After the time has elapsed, SCP-xxxx-1 will relax, and pick up SCP-xxxx. When questioned about the flinching, SCP-xxxx-1 will either make an excuse, such as pricking themselves on the blade, or claim that they do not remember flinching.¹⁶Subjects will then examine the dagger, unsheathing it if sheathed. After this point, SCP-xxxx-1 will act differently, showing signs of surprise at common or personal knowledge¹⁷, and takes on what can only be described as a new personality, shared between all instances of SCP-xxxx-1: All are relatively quiet, tend to distrust others, and express a desire to travel to [REDACTED].

Whenever an instance of SCP-xxxx-1 sees a person with specific characteristics, they will attack, and attempt to use SCP-xxxx to kill said person, hereby designated SCP-xxxx-2. The characteristics that trigger attacks are as follows: Tall, dark skinned male, with short black hair and dark eyes. Instances of SCP-xxxx-1 seem to have a higher chance of attacking if SCP-xxxx-2 is wearing mostly white clothes. After SCP-xxxx-2 has been killed¹⁸, SCP-xxxx-1 will examine SCP-xxxx-2, usually looking at an area below SCP-xxxx-2's left shoulder. After examining, SCP-xxxx-1 will say in a different language, identified as [REDACTED], and say "It is not him. I have failed." SCP-xxxx-1 will drop SCP-xxxx, flinch in a similar manner to first contacting SCP-xxxx, and then collapse. In all cases, SCP-xxxx-1 will fall on SCP-xxxx, in a way that maximizes potential of piercing the heart. However, injuries sustained by falling on SCP-xxxx are rarely lethal, assuming medical attention is quickly sought.

+ Show Interview log xxxx-1-1

- Hide Interview log xxxx-1-1

Note: In the following log, SCP-xxxx-1 was allowed to kill SCP-xxxx-2, and was interviewed shortly after waking up.

Doctor ██████: Hello.
SCP-xxxx-1: Hey, doc.
Doctor ██████: How are you feeling right now?
SCP-xxxx-1: I have no memory of the last half hour of my life, my chest is covered in bandages, and I'm probably going to be killed once you're done experimenting on me. I'm just fucking peachy.
Doctor ██████:… Well-
SCP-xxxx-1: What was that knife thingy anyway? Lemme guess, it's some kind of monster knife that got rid of my memory and stabbed me. Maybe it's got some kinda, whaddayoucallit, memetic effect, whatever the hell that means, that made me twirl around a few times and do a fucking backflip.
Doctor ██████: Please calm down, or we-
SCP-xxxx-1: I bet this is some psychological bullshit experiment. Wouldn't surprise me, seeing the other shit you people get up to. We're just disposable humans, aren't we?

Neither party speak for a short time

Doctor ██████: Do not let another outburst like that happen again. I have the authority to extend your sentence and order punishments, and will not hesitate to do so. Understand?
SCP-xxxx-1:…
Doctor ██████: Do you understand me?
SCP-xxxx-1:… I understand.
Doctor ██████: Good. Now, tell me everything you remember, starting from when you entered the test chamber.
SCP-xxxx-1: Well, I walked in, and there was a gray box on the table, looked like it was made out of metal. You came on the loudspeaker and told me to open the box, so I did. There was a knife thing inside, it was a curved one, it was black and white. I thought it looked really interesting, you know? Looked like some kinda ancient artifact you would find in a Mayan temple or something. I touched it, and I felt really weird for a second, like I was suddenly catapulted forward. I felt like I was on a plane that just took off, or a rollercoaster that just went down a hill…
Doctor ██████: Continue.
SCP-xxxx-1: I don't remember much else… I was falling, and I hurt my chest… I was somewhere else… and then I was back in my cell. Then you dragged me off to here.
Doctor ██████: Anything else?
SCP-xxxx-1: Nope.
Doctor ██████: Hmm… Now, do you recognize this photo?
Doctor ██████ passes SCP-xxxx-1 a photo of SCP-xxxx-2.
SCP-xxxx-1: I think so… Yeah, I saw him in a corridor once. Never talked to him though.
Doctor ██████: And you've never had any interaction with him? Not in testing, not before you were brought here?
SCP-xxxx-1: No. Never did anything together except walk through the same corridor once. Why?
Doctor ██████: Oh… No reason. Thank you for your cooperation.
SCP-xxxx-1: No reason my ass. What happened?
Doctor ██████: We talked about this.
SCP-xxxx-1: Right, right, extended sentence…
Doctor ██████: We're done here. The door is unlocked.
SCP-xxxx-1: Alright. And doc…
Doctor ██████: Yes?
SCP-xxxx-1: Nevermind.

Note: SCP-xxxx-1 attempted to escape while being transported to Termination. According to guards involved, SCP-xxxx-1 attempted to forcibly take a weapon from one of the guards, but was lethally shot by the other.

+ Show Interview log xxxx-2-1

+ Show Test log xxxx-2-1

- Hide Test log xxxx-2-1

SCP-xxxx-2 was taken into a test chamber
Doctor ██████: Now, there is an item inside the box. DO NOT pick it up until instructed.
SCP-xxxx-2: Uh, okay. Should I open the box?
Doctor ██████: Yes.
SCP-xxxx-2 approaches and opens the box.
SCP-xxxx-2: Oh wow, that looks weird. I wonder what-
Doctor ██████: DO NOT TOUCH IT.
SCP-xxxx-2: Alright, alright!
Doctor ██████: Close the box.
SCP-xxxx-2: Really? But-
Doctor ██████: Do it. It's for your own good.
SCP-xxxx-2: Fine.
SCP0-xxxx-2 closes the box.
SCP-xxxx-2: Now what?
Doctor ██████: Now you wait. Step away from the box and move to the wall opposite of the door.
SCP-xxxx-2 does as instructed.

Approximately 10 minutes pass, SCP-xxxx-2 occasionally asking questions.

Doctor ██████: They're here. Face towards the wall.

SCP-xxxx-2 does as asked, and the door opens. A guard enters, carrying a covered mirror. The guard sets down the mirror and leaves
SCP-xxxx-2: What's that?
Doctor ██████: Nothing. Approach the box and open it.
SCP-xxxx-2 complies
SCP-xxxx-2: There it is again… It's incredible.
Doctor ██████: You may touch it.
SCP-xxxx-2: Really?
Doctor ██████: Yes.
SCP-xxxx-2 touches SCP-xxxx and goes through the standard procedure.
Doctor ██████: Hello?
SCP-xxxx-2-1: Hello… doctor.
Doctor ██████: … I don't suppose you have any ah, suicidal impulses?
SCP-xxxx-2-1: Suicidal..? Ah. No, of course not.
Doctor ██████: Good, ah, I suppose. Now, could you uncover the object?
SCP-xxxx-2-1 appears to think for a moment
SCP-xxxx-2-1: Of course.
SCP-xxxx-2-1 uncovers the mirror and stares at it.
SCP-xxxx-2-1 chuckes softly
SCP-xxxx-2-1: Ha, ve agale ke baare mein kya sochenge?
Doctor ██████: What di- Wait!
SCP-xxxx-2-1 turns around the dagger, stabs himself, and collapses.

Note: In [REDACTED], ve agale ke baare mein kya sochenge? roughly translates to "What will they think of next?

+ Show Test log xxxx 1-1

+ Show Interview Log xxxx-1-2

- Hide Interview Log xxxx-1-2

Note: All dialogue spoken by SCP-xxxx is translated from [REDACTED]
Doctor ██████: I'm going to need you to answer a few questions for us, alright.
SCP-xxxx: I'll tell you nothing, pig.
Doctor ██████: Well, you have two options. You can answer my questions or you can spend another day alone in the dark. I assume you choose the latter?
SCP-xxxx: …
Doctor ██████: Alright then. You aren't exactly high priority you know. We can spend as much time as we like on you.
Chairs can be heard scraping on the floor as Doctor ██████ and a translator begin to get up.
SCP-xxxx: Wait.
Doctor ██████: Feeling more cooperative, are we?
SCP-xxxx: I see that silence will not help me. Very well; Ask what you will.
Doctor ██████: Good. Tell you what, if you do well here I'll give you a nice juicy D-class to murder. Anyway, first question: What are you?
SCP-xxxx: I am a koftgari dagger.
Doctor ██████: …I can see that. Let me be more specific: Were you always a dagger?
SCP-xxxx: I was once a man. A human, with form, that could act with his own will, rather than force others in his stead.
Doctor ██████: I see. When was this?
SCP-xxxx: I do not know.
Doctor ██████: I see you haven't learned. Another day might just teach you.
SCP-xxxx: No! I speak the truth. Time can be… difficult… in this form. None of my hosts seem to know the sun calendar.
Doctor ██████: I suppose that isn't surprising. Hm… How did you… assume the form of this dagger?
SCP-xxxx: I know this no more than I know why the sun or the moon makes it's path across the sky. I can only wonder and guess.
Doctor ██████: Wonder away. Tell me your guesses.
SCP-xxxx: Perhaps the gods sympathize with me and wish to give me a chance. Perhaps I am powered by desire, the desire to make him pay for what he did to me. To look him in the eyes and thrust my dagger into his heart the way he thrust his dagger into mine.
Doctor ██████: Yes, now we're getting somewhere! Who is this person, what did he do to you?
SCP-xxxx-1: [REDACTED]
Doctor ██████: …Why..? If this is true…
SCP-xxxx-1: What?
Doctor ██████: I can understand your desire to revenge. But how were you killed?
SCP-xxxx-1: They came for me. My comrades. Or perhaps they attacked for some other reason. I do not know. But that is irrelevant; all that matters is that they came. He was cornered in the dungeon with me. My allies, one of them knew me. It had been years, but he recognized me. I was elated. I felt hope, something I was devoid of for years. I was seconds from freedom. Seconds. He knew he couldn't escape my allies, and do you know what he did with the last seconds of his life? Did he do good? Did he pray to his ancestors? Did he fight? No. His final act was to kill me. To bring to the edge of freedom, of hope, of escape, and then he shoved me back to the dungeon. He trapped me in death. I have never hated, loathed, despised someone more than him. I doubt anybody has ever reviled anything more than I.
Neither party speaks for a short period of time
Doctor ██████: You- You have my sympathy, truly.
SCP-xxxx: Sympathy does nothing for me.
Doctor ██████: Perhaps. But…
SCP-xxxx: Yes?
Doctor ██████: The dagger you… possess? It seems to come from the 16th century.
SCP-xxxx: Have I not told you I do not understand your calendar?
Doctor ██████: Yes, but if you were imprisoned when I think you were, you are over 500 years old. █████████ is dead. Your allies are dead. Everybody you know is dead.
Over 30 seconds of silence pass

Doctor ██████: He-
SCP-xxxx: [DATA EXPUNGED]

According to Doctor ██████ and the translator, SCP-xxxx-1 flinched and collapsed, though she was not harmed by the dagger.

After the events of Interview log xxxx-1-2, SCP-xxxx has lost most of it's anomalous properties. It no longer forces curiosity upon those that view it, it no longer possesses those that touch it, and it no longer regenerates itself. Radiocarbon dating now shows it's age as [REDACTED], corresponding with the events of Interview log xxxx-1-2. However, it still retains it's incredible strength. Object class has been changed from Safe to Neutralized.

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Dr. Gold

Name: Wesley Gold

Security Clearance: Level 3

Title: Dr. Gold

History: Dr. Gold officially joined The Foundation on 2/13/18, assuming the position of Junior Researcher. In 45 days, he had risen to Researcher and level 3 security clearance, though he was temporarily demoted soon after reaching the position (see Incident Report B).

Dr. Gold has additionally shown slight psychopathic tendencies, stating upon his grandfather's death "Eh, I never liked him that much. Especially not when I had to drive four fucking hours to the funeral." Additionally, during the [REDACTED] breach when he was forced to kill [REDACTED], he showed little remorse. A psychological evaluation has been scheduled for ██/██/██.

Incident Report A:

Cute Puppers, bundled for optimized cuteness.

On ██/██/██, during the [REDACTED] breach, Dr. Gold was mistaken for an anomaly and he and his cute puppers were temporarily designated SCP-506 and SCP-506-1. Dr. Gold was released 9 hours later, though the puppy was kept for an addition hour for hugs morale security purposes.

Incident Report B:

On ██/██/██, Dr. Gold had to be physically restrained by researchers Kiryu and Yelena after verbally assaulting a junior researcher to an extreme extent. Subject reprimanded.

Incident Report C:

On ██/██/██, [REDACTED], despite this [DATA EXPUNGED]. Subject pleads not guilty.

Note from Dr. Gold: Any and all necrophilia was accidental.

Note from Doctor Itkin: Uh…

Incident Report D:

On ██/██/██, Dr. Gold and Agent Crowe [REDACTED] after a brief helicopter strafing run [REDACTED] corpse based meat shield [DATA EXPUNGED] CK-Class restructuring event.

Note from Agent Crowe: FIREDUCKS!

Incident Report E:

On ██/██/██, [REDACTED] followed shortly by a Hugatron attack [REDACTED] flaming hedgehog railgun, proving ineffective due to [REDACTED] before vanishing in pursuit of Crowe. However, [REDACTED] Dora the explorer encased in permafrost [REDACTED], but was then contacted by a local avocado via radio transmission.

Note from local avocado: Avocado is inside.

Incident Report F

[DATA EXPUNGED] opening a portal to an alternate dimension in which [REDACTED] "eye bleach had never been at a premium" [REDACTED] eventually deciding to forgive Jarvis for his crimes.

Note from Dr. Gold: I still vote for execution. I cannot forgive that. Whatever you do, don't tell Jarvis to google 'Ansatsu Kyoushitsu'. Not if you want to keep your sanity.

Incident Report G

During a mass panic scenario instigated by Dr. Gold at Site-██, [DATA EXPUNGED] lethally injuring three bystanders. Subject then proceeded to pull █████ off of the ladder and beat them to death with it. After twelve more minutes of utter chaos [REDACTED], interrupted by the arrival of MTF Nine Tailed Fox. Dr. Gold killed two squad members in the ensuing gunfight. Shortly after, Dr. Jack Bright arrived on scene and to the surprise of many began to defuse the situation. All combatants immediately laid down their arms. Dr. Gold was detained, and is currently being charged on three counts of first degree murder and four counts of manslaughter.

Note from Dr. Bright: There's a level of goofiness we are down with… when it gets to goofy, we just have to clear throats.

Note from Dr. Gold: Who are you and what have you done with the real Bright?

Incident Report H:

While organizing the shipment of a mango from ████, ████ to an undisclosed location Dr. Gold was ambushed by Agent Crowe who was in need of human blood for the signature of [REDACTED]; after a brief fountain pen duel Dr. Gold escaped through the long broken window before hijacking a bus. After Dr. Gold contacted security, Agent Crowe was restrained and reluctantly accepted a package of cow blood. Dr. Gold was later found at the crash site of a NASA rocket scheduled to launch ██/██/2020, claiming to have launched it himself. How he achieved this is currently unknown.

Note from Agent Crowe: This is not my blood.

Incident Report J:

Dr. Gold was found to have made a temporary alliance with Agent Crowe, starting an undeclared business referred to by Dr. Gold as "Gold & Crowe Spoon Melting". [REDACTED], though it was destroyed during Incident J-1 Dr. Gold admits to using it as a portal into a 'spoon dimension' and [REDACTED] deciding to melt down the products before it was discovered that [DATA EXPUNGED] after comparison to industrial grade iron. Dr. Gold then decided to establish trade with [REDACTED], hoping to trade the inferior spoons for [REDACTED] forks. This failed due to [REDACTED], causing Dr. Gold to fire and assault Agent Crowe. After this, Dr. Gold briefly collaborated with Dr. Storm in an attempt to trade with Marshal, Carter & Dark, however Gold & Crowe Spoon Melting was shut down in Incident J-1 before successful contact could be established.

Note from Dr. Storm: 392.64, for our average spoon rating. That'll buy us a Kaiju Caviar.

SCP Sandbox III

Sandbox III: Revenge of the Sandbox

THE SANDBOX

THE DRAFTS

THE WAREHOUSE

THE IDEAS

THE SCRAPYARD

A Soldiers Best Friend

Starseer

Item #: SCP-xxxx

Object Class: Safe Euclid

Special Containment Procedures:

Description:

Room of Lost Souls

NOW.

ARE ONE

`CHOOSE`

Dagger of Erised

Item #: SCP-xxxx

Object Class: Safe Neutralized

Special Containment Procedures:

Description:

THE OTHER SHIT