Special Containment Procedures: As of right now, there is no possible way to completely contain SCP-XXXX due to its heritage to the Philippine population most likely leading to an outrage within the population and no plausible coverup story should it be shut down. With that, changes to the opening hours for SCP-XXXX mean it being shorter, and tightened restrictions for SCP-XXXX's tours are being enforced.
During SCP-XXXX's closing hours, specifically just before opening and right after closing, Mobile Task Force Unit Delta-18 ("By-The-Book Boys") is tasked with cutting off SCP-XXXX-1 instances, terminating SCP-XXXX-1-1 and SCP-XXXX-2 instances, and preventing SCP-XXXX-3 instances from flowing freely by blocking off possible routes. To prevent wasting time identifying instances, the cutting of all vines and termination of all bats found in XXXX is authorized. Embedded agents are tasked with joining rides for SCP-XXXX to check for any deviation from the manifestation patterns of SCP-XXXX-1, XXXX-1-1, XXXX-2, and XXXX-3, and must inform the Mobile Task Force unit should there be any.
The retrieval of SCP-XXXX-1, XXXX-1-1, XXXX-2, or XXXX-3 instances for testing must first be approved by a Level-5+ personnel.
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to the Puerto Princesa Underground River located on the island of Palawan in the Philippines. It is an underground river open to tourists and includes rides in boats for exploration. It is also a popular tourist spot in the country and the world as a whole. While XXXX does not show any direct anomalous properties or effects, what is seen inside will differ, and these will all be regarded as SCP-XXXX-1, XXXX-2, etc.
SCP-XXXX-1 refers to the vines that can be found hanging inside SCP-XXXX. They look particularly similar to regular vines but are significantly heavier, somewhat thicker, and slightly greener. They still maintain the same properties as regular vines. They are often found in the darkest corners of the underground river, hiding off to the sides. However, they may still appear anywhere in SCP-XXXX. Not all vines found there are instances of XXXX-1.
SCP-XXXX-1's anomalous effects take place when someone and occasionally something is directly underneath it. SCP-XXXX-1 will suddenly lower itself down and wrap itself around the object. If its target is a person, they will often wrap it around its neck. When it has successfully wrapped itself around its target, it will violently pull the target up towards the stone above in an attempt to incapacitate, severely harm, or break the target.
SCP-XXXX-1-1 refers to all of SCP-XXXX-1's human victims. A victim is only turned into an instance when it is severely harmed by SCP-XXXX-1 and falls into the water. Victims of SCP-XXXX-1-1 may also be turned if they are bit by an instance and pulled into the water, though this only happens 20% of the time. When they fall into the water, they will drown quickly if not already dead. Roughly 16 hours after death, the victim will reawaken.
All instances of SCP-XXXX-1-1 have pale skin, likely due to the instance undergoing Pallor mortis. They also have prominent incisors. Only three body systems have been noted to still function to an extent, namely the muscular system, skeletal system, and nervous system, though XXXX-1-1 seems to only need these three systems to function. They are unable to form coherent speech.
All instances have been noted to be extremely violent to humans and are able to swim at a rapid pace. They inflict harm by biting their target before pulling them into the water.
SCP-XXXX-2 refers to a special type of bat found in SCP-XXXX. They may appear reminiscent to the common cave bat when spotted in XXXX, but closer examination and further testing proved otherwise. They are significantly larger than a cave bat, but this often goes unnoticed.
SCP-XXXX-2 instances are violent to humans and a wide variety of bats not including themselves, though their methods to inflict harm are often bizarre. This includes but is not limited to hurling pebbles or small stones by use of its wings (these stones coming from an unknown source), headbutting the target by flying into them, and slashing its target using its pair of wings. However, SCP-XXXX-2 may still use conventional methods to inflict harm such as biting or scratching. If they are not attended to accordingly, SCP-XXXX-2 instances may escape SCP-XXXX.
SCP-XXXX-3 refers to a reddish liquid produced by numerous small waterfalls found in the underground river. These small waterfalls are usually found in the outskirts of the cave but are usually being stopped from flowing into the main river by some sort of stone or other naturally formed objects. However, SCP-XXXX-3 will eventually break through the blockade to flow into the main river. None of the recently used objects to block SCP-XXXX-3 can permanently hold it back, often only holding it back for up to 14 hours. If it does, it will spread quickly until it engulfs the entire river, but recently, it has been found out that cutting off XXXX-3 from the waterfall it comes from will cause it to fade away into the water.
SCP-XXXX-3 is made up of human blood, bat blood, water, and an unidentifiable substance. It has extremely high temperature and can easily cause burns on the skin, but these high temperatures don't appear to affect the surrounding environment nor any other sort of object dipped into it. It is significantly denser than water, placing itself at 1.51 g/cm³.
SCP-XXXX's anomalous properties was first discovered on 05/██/2019 when a tourist was taken and shortly after, killed by SCP-XXXX-1. In the very same day, an entire boat full of tourists were killed by a colony of SCP-XXXX-2 instances. Emergency services were contacted while tours into the river were closed for the remainder of the day, which eventually turned into being closed for the remainder of the month. The Foundation soon got a hold of this, and Mobile Task Force Unit Sigma-1 ("Montezuma") were deployed.
Addenda
During MTF Delta-18's daily tour of SCP-XXXX, the operatives discovered a new pathway leading to an unexplored part of XXXX. This has soon been confirmed as Euclidean. The task force explored the inside, entering with caution. This led to a near pitch black area.
Coincidentally, Delta-18 was carrying a prototypical scanning unit designed to measure locations on-the-spot. With that, the operatives scanned the dark place, and as they did, they noticed that the area was covered with instances of SCP-XXXX-1, XXXX-2, and XXXX-3 instances.
If the scanning unit's measurements are accurate and the unexplored part of SCP-XXXX equals 129km², SCP-XXXX's anomalous properties take up roughly 58% of its area.
It simply felt as true as love could be. It was as romantic of a tale as romance could be.
He was a security guard, and I was a doctor.
I was in charge of a few guards' monthly checkup that month, and he was my fifth patient that week. We met, and if I was being honest, my heart was fluttering the moment he stepped in front of me and gave me his name. Listening to his heartbeat and examining him closely enough felt much more sentimental than it really should be when it came to him. I supposed he felt the same way as well as before we parted ways, he got close, and we kissed. He told me how to contact him, and there was that day passed.
We met and met and met, both inside the site and outside of it because we didn't live too far from one another. It was one of the best years of my life. I settled into a rhythm with work all the while spending my free time talking to him if it was his free time as well. We would sneak kisses once we got to meet and right before we parted ways. We would tell each other how work was. We would celebrate if one of us were on for a promotion. We would give each other advice if we could. In the middle of work, I would try and sneak a phone call in, and he would the same.
Eventually, we got married, and of course, not long after, we both started thinking of having children, but we really were both a tad bit too busy to come up with a final decision on that.
Then, that day came.
I heard the message.
He died trying to stop insurgents. He did stop them, but it cost him his life.
I suppose you could say it cost me mine as well. I cried myself to sleep that night.
When I woke up the following day, it was the start of four long, long years.
It was the start of when I would struggle to sleep thinking of him so much. It was the start of when I would make up what-could-have-beens. It was the start of when I would overwork myself. It was the start of when I would stay up late nights just so I could come back sleepy to fall asleep easily. It was the start of when I regretted not saying the things I didn't. It was the start of everything saddening.
At some point during those four years, I was promoted to Assistant Director. Seen as I was one of the youngest to work in the Foundation like he was, I was relatively young when that happened and still am relatively young.
Of course, I was happy when I was promoted, but I knew for a fact that it wouldn't last forever.
It didn't. It ended much earlier when I realized I couldn't celebrate with him, simply because he was gone.
The next two years were somewhat more bearable. I took on a slightly more administrative role, but I was still quite practical. I still thought of him a lot, but it wasn't as hard as before.
Still, I wished he was here.
Then, that other day came.
All of a sudden, the entire site was locked down because of breaches. Panicking somewhat, I went to a breach shelter and curled myself up as I sat to the side. I took deep breaths to calm myself down.
Inhale. Exhale.
Inhale. Exhale.
Inhale. Exhale.
With every breath I took, I felt more and more disconnected from everything else, deaf to all the noise around me and blind to all the chaos unfolding.
I didn't even realize that I had fallen asleep.
I woke up the following day, and I found myself in an infirmary.
Initially, I was worried because I might have been infected or injured despite me not feeling anything, but around two minutes after, a black-suited man entered the room. Just behind him, I could see heavily-armed men, some of the more elite combatants of the Foundation, before the door slid closed.
He sat down next to me and asked how I felt.
"I'm fine," I whispered. "Is something going on? Is something wrong?"
He shook his head, "Nothing's wrong, madam."
Madam?, I thought to myself.Nobody ever calls me that.
"However, I suppose I should inform you of a few things," he continued. "By order of the O5 Council, your death has been falsified to maintain secrecy as you are to be promoted to Overseer. Congratulations."
I sat there in shock. Being a member of the secretive, all-powerful O5 Council was never a position I dreamt of, but here I was, being given a seat in this all-powerful council. I could've smiled, but something stopped me from doing so.
"The rest of the O5s should meet you today, but currently, they are all in a meeting, so I'll just show you through everything you need to know in the meantime."
I was brought out and was led to a more restricted sector in whatever site I was in now, and I was led to my own office. There was room for just about anything there.
After that, I was led to my personal suite, and I must say, it is a lot more luxurious than I imagined. I was also led to a more sophisticated wardrobe for my working attire. Gone were the medical scrubs which I occasionally donned when doing more practical work and the black and white attire which I wore for business as they were all replaced with full black suits, pants, and high heels for a lady in power.
After that, I was brought to a training room, and I met my personal security unit. They all seemed rather eager and very dedicated as was what I expected from the best men of an overseer.
After that, I was led to a more private room to read a letter that was given to me by the Administrator. I read it, and I left the letter slightly shaken.
After that, I was led to the meeting room as the rest of them finished their meeting.
I was nervous, but with every step, that little bit more confidence would build up.
The man opened the doors for me, and stood in front of me were eleven of them. Eleven of the most powerful men and women in this organization.
Eleven.
Eleven?
I stepped forward, still yet to speak.
Luckily enough, someone broke the awkward silence as one of them stepped forward and offered a hand to shake.
"Welcome to the O5 Council, Honour."
I smiled softly and shook his hand, "Thank you."
One by one, the other ten gave their greetings as well. They all said theirs differently, but they all meant the same.
Still, there was only eleven.
I asked quietly, "Shouldn't there be…twelve of you? Where's the twelfth?"
He sighed, "He's…hesitant."
"Why?"
"Just…come with me."
The two of us left the others alone in that meeting room, and I was led to one of the suites.
"The door's open," he murmured. "You can come in whenever you want."
He left me alone. When he left my view, that was when I opened the door.
I stepped inside.
It was quiet.
That was until I heard a toilet flush, and my head jolted to where the restroom was.
The door opened, and he stepped out.
Him. My husband. The man whom I've lost. Lewis. For a few moments, I could only stand there agape.
He stepped forward slowly before looking down in shame, as if he knew what I was thinking, and to be fair, it didn't feel so difficult to think about what it was.
"So, I never lost you?", I asked softly.
He was choking on his words as he shook his head, "N-no, you never did, and I-I'm sorry, I really am. I-I wish I could've told you, but I couldn't. I-If you'll never forgive, that's alright."
He said that as if something was his fault. Nothing was.
It looked like he was about to break down, and I knew that there was only one thing I could do.
I approached him slowly, pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, and wrapped my arms around him.
He hugged me back, and there was silence.
Not the cold silence that I dreaded.
The warm silence that I longed.
I hugged him tighter.
We still had so much to talk about, but I had never felt this warmth in years.
Perhaps that was going to be enough for now.
Per 
