Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: The individual components of SCP-XXXX are to be kept in separate boxes appropriately labeled, and then stored in separate storage lockers scattered throughout site ██. SCP-XXXX is to be assembled strictly during periods of testing by onsite personnel of Level 2 access or higher, with no exceptions.
Description: SCP-XXXX is the assortment of several pieces of one humanoid suit (head, torso, two hands, and legs respectively,) 152.4cm tall. The hands, headpiece, and feet all have rounded tips, giving the wearer an appearance not dissimilar to that of a starfish. The material of each piece is composed of two parts; The first being an inner shell, crafted from a hard, lightweight substance comparable to plastic. The second part is an outer skin that slips over the shell. It can be removed, and upon further examination, the skin is crafted out of a soft, leathery material, not unlike that of traditional animal leather. The leather itself is an unnatural hue of terracotta, and has no further distinguishing features apart from small, thin wrinkles, similar to the texture of human skin. Efforts to identify the exact material have proved inconclusive, though do appear to be biological in origin. Straps made from the same leather material are found at intersecting points of the suit, acting as a type of velcro that sticks to itself and holds the suit together. Each piece is lined with a white fur not currently belonging to any known living organism. SCP-XXXX has no tags, markings, stickers, or other methods of identification indicating any particular manufacturing company. SCP-XXXX does not show up on any manifest or other similar storage documents belonging to the park in which it was retrieved.
The headpiece of SCP-XXXX bears no recognizable human attributes. When observing SCP-XXXX from any distance, researchers have noted severe difficulty describing the costumes face, and become easily agitated when asked for specifics. Additionally, observers of SCP-XXXX become increasingly anxious the longer they are exposed to it, likening the feeling to being on stage in front of a large audience.
Despite it's observed limited height, wearers of SCP-XXXX of varying heights have described no physical discomfort or movement limitations. Rather, subjects wearing SCP-XXXX have reported hearing faint, whispering voices whose volume gradually increases the longer the subject remains inside. The voices themselves reportedly say nothing discernible or decipherable, but seemingly act as the compelling force that drives the subject to perform some form of entertainment for any nearby observers. Performances can vary between singing, a long Shakespearean soliloquy, above average acrobatics, and poor attempts at stand-up comedy. Once the performance has ended, the wearer will ask nearby observers for a rating of a numeric value, scaled from one to ten; Ten being the best rating, and one being the worst. Ratings given with a value of seven or more will cause the wearer to vocalize approvingly, and mention feelings of relief. At which point the wearer will remove the headpiece of SCP-XXXX, resulting in them vanishing entirely the moment the headpiece has separated from the rest of the body. The corpses of subjects that disappear in this manner will reappear a full twenty-four hours later, approximately 15.24m (50 feet) away from SCP-XXXX's current location, inexplicably and out of nowhere. Autopsies performed on these bodies reveal cause of death to be the rupturing of internal organs, as a result of immense blunt force trauma. Each body will have messages carved into the torso of the late individual, relating to the numeric value rating of their performance. Currently, the author(s) of these messages, as well as their location, and whether or not they are the one(s) responsible for the death of the performer, is unknown. These events are designated SCP-XXXX-1A.
Ratings with a numeric value of six or lower will cause the wearer to vocalize despondently, and mention feelings of disappointment and ineptitude. At which point the wearer will remove SCP-XXXX in reverse fashion, starting with the legs. Individuals that have survived an instance of SCP-XXXX in this way will exhibit symptoms of clinical depression, and if left untreated, will develop suicidal tendencies. These events are designated SCP-XXXX-2A.
Discovery: SCP-XXXX was first retrieved from [DATA EXPUNGED], Florida in the summer of 1972 following the documentation of ██ missing individuals; All of which employed under ████████, a since-defunct amusement park, during the time of their disappearance. Agent Munningham arrived to investigate the possibility of an undocumented anomalous entity, and through the foundation's efforts, SCP-XXXX was located and brought back to site ██ without incident. All employees previously familiar with SCP-XXXX were administered Class C amnesics.
Addendum: Audio log transcript between Agent Muningham and the only known survivor of an SCP-XXXX-2A event prior to it's retrieval.
Date: ██/ ██/1974
Interviewer: Agent Muningham
Interviewed: Adam [DATA EXPUNGED]
Foreword: Interviewed subject is a former employee of ████████. Agent Muningham has arrived to their home to talk about their experience with an SCP-XXXX-2A event.
<Begin Log>
Agent: State your name for the record, please.
Subject: ..Adam. Adam [DATA EXPUNGED].
Agent: Thank you Mr. [DATA EXPUNGED]. If you wouldn't mind, could you please describe to me the specifics of your former job? Entertainment, was it?
Subject: Entertainment is a broad term. We call it 'costume character.'
Agent: Alright. What does being a costume character typically entail?
Subject: It's simple enough. Put on a bulky, uncomfortable costume, walk around areas of the park, take pictures with kids… not exactly a complicated gig.
Agent: Doesn't it get hot in those things? I dunno how you do it.
Subject: (Subject chuckles.) It's not as bad as you think. You get used to it pretty quickly.
Agent: You enjoy it?
Subject: I did. Kids were assholes, but it payed well. It's funny, I never realized how much I'd miss it until I left. (Subject goes silent for 10 seconds.)
Agent: ..Mr. [DATA EXPUNGED]?
Subject: ..Oh, sorry. I try not to think about it much these days. My therapist says that ever since I left work, it'd be easier if I just… tried to move on, y'know?
Agent: Could you elaborate for me? What encouraged you to leave your job, I mean. Only if you're comfortable.
Subject: (He sighs.) It was because of a spare costume we had.
Agent: What kind of spare costume?
Subject: You know? The orange one? (Subjects tone becomes slightly agitated.) Isn't that why you came to talk to me in the first place? You want me to talk about the orange suit.
Agent: (Agent takes out a small notepad from his breast pocket and begins to flip through it, reading old notes.) Right. I apologize. Tell me about that day, Mr. [DATA EXPUNGED].
Subject: (He sighs again.) I went into work, same as I always do. I had some time to prep my usual costume before we opened, but it was gone for repairs. I start going back to the break room to call my manager, but when I got there… It was there.
Agent: And by 'it' you mean the orange suit?
Subject: (Subject shudders, as if a chill went up his spine.) …Yeah. Just looking at the damn thing gave me the creeps.
Agent: Was it a scary costume? Halloween theme or sumthin'?
Subject: I… I don't know. I don't know. (Subject pauses to think.) It was like it was… expecting me, y'know? Sittin' there on the couch like it was one of my coworkers. 'Cept it didn't move, just sat there… watching me.
Agent: (Agent takes out a small pen and writes something on his notepad.) And then?
Subject: I… put it on. Christ sake, why did I put it on? Why did I… (Subject puts his face in his hands and begins rubbing it profusely. His tone is slightly muffled.) I just thought… Someone had brought it in for me, y'know? My usual suit went in for some touch-ups, and they were nice enough to lend me a spare. Nothin' weird about that, right?
Agent: Nothing weird at all, Mr. [DATA EXPUNGED]. Don't let me hold you up, tell me about what it was like wearing the suit. Could you see anything? Hear anything?
Subject: (Subjects tone again becomes agitated. He shakes his head angrily.) Nothing… I saw nothing, okay? There were no holes to see out of, it was just.. darkness. Who makes a costume you can't see out of goddammit?!
Agent: (Agent Muningham writes something on his notepad again.) Take a deep breath, Adam. I understand this is stressful for you, but I need you to be specific.
Subject: (Subject inhales sharply.) …Voices… there were voices. They just got louder, and louder, and I… For some reason, I just… wanted to dance. It was like this… feeling overcame me, and I needed someone to watch me dance. But it wasn't like when I'm in the park. It was important.
Agent: …Important in what way? Like life or death?
Subject: (Subject sighs approvingly.) Something like that. If I couldn't get someone's approval, anyone's approval, then it meant I was worthless as a performer. Like… I shouldn't even be alive, let alone in the business.
Agent: And did anyone watch you dance, Adam?
Subject: [DATA EXPUNGED] did. But she… she didn't like it. Said the suit made the whole thing creepy.
Agent: And how did that make you feel?
(Silence. Subject then starts to vocalize negatively, mumbling something under his breath.)
Agent: …Mr. [DATA EXPUNGED]? Are you alright?
(Subject does not speak for the remainder of the recording, now fully mute. Agent Muningham can be heard snapping his fingers, as if trying to get the Subjects attention.)
Agent: Still with me, Adam?
(Silence.)
(Then, the sound of a door opening can be heard, as well as the shuffling of plastic as the tape recorder is moved.)
Agent: …Thanks for your time. You have a good rest of your day now.
<End Log>
Addendum: Mr. [DATA EXPUNGED] was reportedly found dead in his home the morning following this interview, having committed suicide via asphyxiation.
Addendum: Test Logs with Dr. ██████ presiding.
Test A1 - ██/ ██/1972
Subject: D-Class inmate, female, no discernible mental abnormalities. Previously held at ████ Corrections Facility for the murder of her ex-husband after discovering he was having an affair.
Procedure: D-Class is placed in a containment unit with SCP-XXXX and told to put it on in normal fashion. Researchers witness results from the adjacent control room.
Results: D-Class refuses, citing feelings of paranoia as reasoning. D-Class is reminded failure to comply with instructions could result in termination. D-Class puts on the individual pieces of SCP-XXXX, and begins walking about the room to test the suits mobility. D-Class is instructed to describe how they feel. D-Class again cites feelings of anxiousness, but instead associates said feeling with something akin to 'stage fright.' When asked to elaborate, D-Class pauses and asks Dr. ██████ what his favorite song is. Dr. curiously answers with While My Guitar Gently Weeps by The Beatles. D-class inmate inhales deeply, and begins poorly harmonizing to herself, before singing at a loud, high-pitched frequency until the songs completion. At which point, D-Class enthusiastically requests a rating of her performance, using a scale of one-to ten. Again, Dr. answers curiously with a rating of four out of ten. This appears to greatly depress the D-Class, and she removes SCP-XXXX with slow, drained movements, the head last, while mumbling sentiments of self-deprecation to herself. Test concludes without incident.
Analysis: Very strange. I think that's the first time one of our test subjects asked me what my favorite anything was. Prior to this experiment, she proved to be quite… difficult, yet came out the other side with an entirely different disposition, albeit an unpleasant one. We'll keep an eye on her.
Addenda: ██/ ██/1972 - It's been a week since our initial test, and the D-Class is refusing to eat. So far, attempts at convincing her to do so have failed. If this continues, we are considering installing a feeding apparatus to facilitate the easy consumption of nutrients. Currently, I am unsure if this behavior is related to SCP-XXXX, though it is very likely. Let's give this another go, shall we?
Test A2 - ██/ ██/1972
Subject: D-Class inmate, male, chronic anger issues. Previously housed at ████ Psychiatric following the murder of [DATA EXPUNGED] during which the bodies were never recovered.
Procedure: D-Class is placed in a containment unit with SCP-XXXX and told to put it on normal fashion. Researchers witness results from the adjacent control room.
Results: D-Class refuses, claiming SCP-XXXX makes him feel 'like he's being watched.' D-Class is assured the only ones watching him are the researchers, and is again instructed to put on SCP-XXXX. D-Class refuses, asking to leave the containment unit. D-Class is reminded failure to cooperate with instructions could result in termination. D-Class complies and is asked if they hear anything. D-Class confirms the sound of whispering, and begins walking about the containment unit to find it's source. When they cannot, D-Class begins laughing to himself. When asked what is funny, D-Class asks Dr. ██████ if he would like to hear a joke. Dr. agrees, and D-Class begins reciting nonsensical 'knock knock' jokes, where the punchline makes no sense in the context of the joke. Once he has finished, he asks Dr. to give him a rating, using a scale of one-to-ten. Dr. says eight, and immediately D-Class expels a sigh of relief, mentioning he 'didn't expect that at all.' D-Class motions to remove the headpiece, but at the moment it is separated from the body, he collapses to the floor. D-class is instructed to stand, but does not. Further inspection reveals SCP-XXXX to be empty.
Analysis: Certainly unexpected. I think it was very clear none of his jokes landed, and even he seemed to be perplexed with the positive rating. Almost instantly, something about the suit compels them to act this way. Some fervent need to prove their capability. But where did he go, I wonder? And will we be seeing him again anytime soon? I've left SCP-XXXX in the containment unit for now— Who knows. Poor bastard might yet still breathe. Though, if we've learned anything from these things we test endlessly, that's wishful thinking. Fingers crossed, boys.
Addenda ██/ ██/1972: Recorded autopsy statement of D-Class inmate with Dr. ██████ presiding.
<Begin Log>
(There are sounds of metal scalpels clanking into a pan, followed by a heavy sigh and the sound of running water. Dr. ██████ picks up the tape recorder and holds it close to his mouth.)
Dr.: Well, I got my wish. We did see our old friend after all, one of the guards found him in the unit beaten to a bloody pulp the next afternoon. Swore up and down he had nothing to do with it. Sidenote: Ask [DATA EXPUNGED] about rumors involving guards and D-Class inmates [DATA EXPUNGED] for their own amusement. Last thing we need around here is a dwindling supply of test subjects… Anyway, I went ahead and gave our boy the gold-star treatment. Whatever killed him had a hell of an arm— Wounds are consistent with blunt force trauma, though I didn't find any indications showing a weapon was used. Organs popped like balloons, the guy drowned in his own blood and fluids from the inside. Nothing too egregious there, left me quite the mess to take care of. Apart from that, there appears to be some kind of writing carved across the chest. Took a graft since the man's chest was too purple to read it, I've included a photograph with the rest of this report. Seems whatever did this wasn't too fond of his comedic skills. Can't say I blame them.
<End Log>
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Subject:
Procedure
Results
Analysis
Document XXXX-1
Photograph of a dried graft of skin, with words carved into it's surface. It reads as follows:
A H E L L I S H C O M E D Y
T H A T E V E N D A N T E S N E A R S A T
Document XXXX-2
A scrap of paper with writing recovered within SCP-XXXX upon it's discovery. Testing has proved it to be non-anomalous.
Hope this can do the trick! Don't worry about returning it, Marcus says he doesn't even remember which show it's from so it's basically free game. It's not perfect, but it was the closest thing to a starfish I could find before opening night. I ran all over the park LOL.
I know you'll do great! See if you can find me in the crowd: I'll be judging you hardcore. ;)
- T