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SCP-XXXX

An Image of SCP-XXXX
Taken April 4, 1913

Object #: XXXX

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: Stationary Task Force Iota-27, "The Quacks", is to be stationed at 3114, 6 1/2 street, in Charlottesville, Virginia; which is currently designated Site-93, and is to be made to appear as if it is an average house.

STF Iota-27 is to divert all efforts towards keeping civilians from interacting with SCP-XXXX.

An ad campaign (which is to be maintained by Foundation personnel stationed at Site-93) is to inform citizens of Charlottesville to stay away from SCP-XXXX. In any Foundation propaganda concerning SCP-XXXX, it is to be referred to as Dr. Bifrons (as that is how it refers to itself). The following reasons may be listed in any form of Foundation propaganda meant to keep civilians away from SCP-XXXX:

Dr. Bifrons is nothing but a charlatan.
Dr. Bifrons is just trying to make you join an MLM.
Nothing Dr. Bifrons sells has been regulated or approved by the World Health Organization.
Dr. Bifrons is a wanted criminal in many states.
The "medicine" that Dr. Bifrons sells is actually just disguised drugs.

Any further reasons must be approved by the acting site manager of Site-93.

Any testing with SCP-XXXX must be approved by the acting site manager of Site-93.

Direct containment of SCP-XXXX has been deemed impossible.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a male humanoid of Caucasian descent with black hair. It stands at approximately one hundred seventy-eight centimeters tall. SCP-XXXX always wears clothing appropriate for a person living in the late eighteenth century to the early nineteenth century (1890-1920). SCP-XXXX is also seen carrying a doctor's bag made of black leather. SCP-XXXX claims to be a doctor, however, it has no certificate or any identification to prove this. It will generally refer to itself as Dr. Bifrons or Dr. B.

The earliest evidence of SCP-XXXX is a photo believed to be taken April 4, 1913, due to the date written on the photo. The photo was recovered from the journal dropped by SCP-XXXX during Test F (see above).

SCP-XXXX will often stand on street corners or in front of buildings, stopping any person who passes by. SCP-XXXX will then ask, "What is ailing you, good sir?", or a variation of that. The person that SCP-XXXX is talking to will then seemingly always state some form of a problem they are having, at which point SCP-XXXX will produce a "cure" to said problem.

SCP-XXXX will then request payment for the "cure" to the subject's problem. It will accept payment in the form of an object perceived as having value, this includes:

Lustrous metals such as gold or silver
Gemstones
American Cash or Coins from any period during or after the 1890s
Any object that could possibly be worth a significant amount of money

The payment requested by SCP-XXXX will vary, however, it tends to be from $2-$15 per container.

Once the subject pays SCP-XXXX, it will thank them, and then walk to a point where it is out of sight of any person, at which point it will disappear. How it does this is unclear, however, some theories point to this being some form of teleportation.

SCP-XXXX has two known methods of self-defense. Its primary method is a non-anomalous Colt Model 1917 revolver, which it removes from within its overcoat when attacked. Its other method of self-defense takes the form of small vials of liquid, which it will remove from its doctor's bag and throw at attackers. These vials of liquid will have varied effects. Some effects that have been observed include but are not limited to:

Turning the target into glass.
Melting the target into a puddle of cells.
Causing the target's head to swell until it explodes.
Causing the target to float away into the sky
Causing the target to turn very pale, and then cease all voluntary movement.

All substances produced by SCP-XXXX will generally have an overall negative effect on the user, generally, because of either the side effects of the substance completely contradict the intended effect, or, the effect is taken to such an extreme that it is detrimental to the subject.

Addendums

Addendum XXXXX-A: Recent experiments have revealed that SCP-XXXX's voice is an auditory cognitohazard, as individuals who are not aware of SCP-XXXX's properties or tendencies seem to be inclined to believe anything that it says.

Addendum XXXX-B: It is has been shown that SCP-XXXX can disappear any time it is not being viewed by any person.

Addendum XXXX-C: It is hypothesized that SCP-XXXX is immortal, due to the fact that they appear to have not aged since recovery.

Additional Documents

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Interviewed: SCP-XXXX

Interviewer: Dr. Dunn

Foreword: SCP-XXXX has been transported to Site-93. Two D-Class personnel have been placed in the interview room, who have been instructed to inform each other when they are about to blink so that SCP-XXXX cannot disappear. One armed guard is also present in the room.

<Begin Log>

Dr. Dunn: Hello, SCP-XXXX.

SCP-XXXX: Ah, please my good sir, please, you may refer to me as Dr. Bifrons!

Dr. Dunn: Ok then… So, Dr. uh… Bifrons, I have a few questions for you.

SCP-XXXX: Ah, my good sir, of course, but first, I must ask you a question!

Dr. Dunn: What is that?

SCP-XXXX: Is anything ailing you, my good sir?

Dr. Dunn: Nothing, currently.

SCP-XXXX: Are you sure? I have cures for all sorts of trou-

Dr. Dunn: I am sure Dr. Bifrons, I am fine.

SCP-XXXX: All right then, if you're certain. So, you said you had some questions for me?

Dr. Dunn: Yes, of course. So, first question, how do you create your "medicines"?

SCP-XXXX: Oh, it varies.

Dr. Dunn: Would give us some specifics?

SCP-XXXX: No. However, for only $2, I can give THIS special little elixir!

SCP-XXXX removes a tall glass bottle filled with a glowing orange liquid from his bag

SCP-XXXX: With this special substance, you will know ANYTHING that someone is refusing to tell you! So, what do you say?

Dr. Dunn: I say that we should get back to the interview., Dr. Bifrons.

SCP-XXXX appears to visibly annoyed

SCP-XXXX: Sir, you don't understand! My cures, they have helped SO many people!

Agent Dockwell: SCP-XXXX, cooperate.

SCP-XXXX: Sir, I feel it is your health you should be worried about, not me.

Agent Dockwell: Was that a threat?

SCP-XXXX: No, no… I'm just saying that I'm sure you are suffering from some ailment! So, why don't you tell me what you are suffering from?

Agent Dockwell: Well, I got this pretty bad rash on my ba-

Dr. Dunn: AGENT DOCKWELL! Stop indulging SCP-XX- I mean Dr. Bifrons.

SCP-XXXX: Ah! Well, I have just the elixir for that!

Dr. Dunn: DR. BIFRONS, COOPERATE NOW, OR THINGS WILL BECOME MUCH MORE UNCOMFORTABLE FOR YOU. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!

SCP-XXXX: Fine.

Dr. Dunn: Thank you. Now, next question, how do you disappear when no one is looking at you, and why only when you are not being viewed?

SCP-XXXX: Well, as for my special little disappearing trick, I owe it all to my elixirs, which you seem to not be interested in. As for why I only do it when no one is looking at me, well, I guess you could say a magician never reveals his secrets.

Dr. Dunn: You do know those aren't really answered, right?

SCP-XXXX: They're answers, just not the ones you want.

Dr. Dunn sighs

Dr. Dunn: Ok, last question. The guys in mythology insisted I ask you this. Anyway, are you a… demon?

SCP-XXXX appears to be visibly uncomfortable

Dr. Dunn: Well?

SCP-XXXX goes to remove something from his doctor's bag

Dr. Dunn: Guard, restrain him.

As the guard goes to restrain SCP-XXXX, it throws a small vile at the two D-Class personnel, which shatters emitting a black smoke blinding both D-Class. SCP-XXXX then removes its firearm, and instinctively, both Dr. Dunn and the Guard proceed to turn away from SCP-XXXX, who then disappears

<End Log>

Closing Statement: Both D-Class who was hit by the black smoke showed no adverse effects, nor did Dr. Dunn or Agent Dockwell.

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Test A - June 3, 2014

Subject: D-6127

Procedure: D-6127 was told to approach SCP-XXXX and tell it that she was lacking a "green thumb", and then to purchase and use any substance given to them by SCP-XXXX.

Results: SCP-XXXX gave D-6127 a vile of a green powder, which it told her to mix with water and then drink. D-6127 did as told by SCP-XXXX; for the next three days, it was observed that flora planted by D-6127 would go faster and healthier than plants not planted by D-6127. However, on the fourth day after drinking the substance, scientists discovered D-6127 in the recreational garden, as she had been transformed into a tree of an unknown variety, still in the shape of D-6127.

Analysis: Cameras show that D-6127's transformation into a tree was instantaneous. The substance ingested by D-6127 is currently awaiting chemical analysis.

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The following is a transcript of a journal dropped by SCP-XXXX during Test F.

The Diary of Jerico Blaque

Dearest Diary,

I suppose I should begin by introducing myself. My name is Jerico V. Blaque, or Dr. Blaque if you will. I live in the city of Charlottesville, Virginia, where I am a respected doctor. My psychiatrist said I should writing in this to improve my "deteriorating mental state", but I don't think it will help. You see, I became a doctor so I could help people, but, there is this… illness. A strange pestilence that I cannot cure. Patients come to me, and it just feels like their very soul has gone missing. Like God has forsaken them. I will try praying tonight, for it seems that is all I can do.

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Dearest Diary,

More patients came today, more hopeless than the last. Some of them barely able to walk, their eyes empty hollow, just like them. They barely spoke, and when they did, they either spoke of a "darkness within" or gibberish. I will continue searching for a cure, speaking to The Lord when I can, though, I feel this is not his doing.

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Dearest Diary,

I become more hopeless by the hour, as my prayers are ignored. Why has The Lord forsaken us? What horrendous deed have we done to deserve him turning a blind eye to our suffering? I don't know, so I must soldier on, I must continue searching for a cure.

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Dearest Diary,

Today a group of people showed up, all dressed in black suits and ties. It seems as though they came out of nowhere. They claim that a disease is a mutated form of cholera, but I have seen cholera, and this is not it. They have started capturing, or as they call it, "containing" those infected. They insist I stop searching for a cure, but that is simply not something I can do. I shall pray once more today.

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Dearest Diary,

I have come to a conclusion. My conclusion is that God is either dead, doesn't care, or doesn't know of the suffering here, for if he did, he would not have let this happen. People walk through the streets now as nothing more than husks of their former selves. Even the "containers" as I have come to call them, seem to be losing control of the situation. But I have a plan. Tonight, I shall cover myself so that the disease may not touch me, and then I will travel to the nearest library, and take what I need, as I doubt I will be met with resistance.

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Dearest Diary,

I have read of beings, old and powerful, laying in chambers beyond our world, knowing of ancient magic and forgotten sciences. I will call upon these beings, and I will ask of their ancient knowledge.

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Dearest Diary,

The night as passed, and much to my surprise, I was successful! I called upon a being, a being that spoke a three-dimensional language. It said it would give me the knowledge I seek, and in return, I must do it a favor. I quickly agreed, and as soon as I did, I felt a sensation shoot through me. I then, at that moment, knew how to create the cure! I shall begin work as soon as possible.

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Dearest Diary,

I can feel the eldritch knowledge flowing through me! My hands flow as though they have been gifted with divine grace, my ears are filled with the whispers of beings telling me secrets and unknowable things. In a few days time, I feel the cure will be complete!

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Dearest Diary,

I apologize for being absent for so many days, but as I said, I was consumed by my work. But now… it is complete! The cure, the cure is complete! I shall begin with a demonstration of its effects in front of an audience, and from there, I shall distribute it to all in need! My demonstration starts shortly, so I must leave you now. Fare thee well!

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Dearest Diary,

It was a success! The cure is being spread throughout the city, and in a short time, the disease shall be eradicated all together!

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Dearest Diary,

I am having a slight… issue. You see, the whispers, the ones that guided me to create my cure, they are becoming louder. I used to only hear them when I needed to, but now they are always there, even in my dreams. They whisper to me dark things, things that I do not wish to recount. But I retain my urge to help those in need, and so I will. The containers have since dispersed.

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Dearest Diary,

The whispers… they are reaching a deafening tone… I don't know what I am to do. They drown out my thoughts, my feelings, everything. They whisper of horrendous acts and monstrous mixtures, of sciences that should not be known. They compel me to betray humanity itself, to hurt those that I feel most dearly about. My mind holds out for now, but I fear it won't for long.

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Dearest Diary,

I feel them now. The beings in my mind. They are eating away at my memories, my very person, like a termite eats away at a table. I hear them now, always, their whispers turned to shouts. I have come to locking myself in my home, not because I fear what is outside, but because I fear myself. I often must look at my own picture and name on the journal just to remember who I am. I fear not God himself could help me now.

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Dearest Diary,

I know my writings have become more and more sparse, and I apologize, but… when I open this book, I fear that I will read the things I have written in the past. I have almost come to fear the man I once was. Now, not even my picture looks like me. When I see my picture, all I see is another person, another man. I don't even remember my own name, as when I look at it, all I see are meaningless symbols. I don't know what to do.

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Dearest Diary,

I have been listening to the shouts. I thought they were gibberish, meaningless sounds, but I was wrong! They mean something, I hear it! They speak of ways to help people, of wonderous solutions and magnificent elixirs! I shall dust off my chemistry station and begin working at once!

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Dearest Diary,

I am ready. My medicines are complete, and so, I will help people as I see fit. I need a name now, so I will ask the being in my mind. Bifrons? I like it. "Dr. Bifrons and his Magnificent Medicinals" it is.

The remainder of the journal consists of drawings and writings in a nonsensical language.

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