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Special Containment Procedures:
The creation of a reliable method of observing SCP-XXXX is a class 6 priority. Coordinators for operation Open Veil are to be housed in an undisclosed location with SCP-XXXX-1 (Site Gamma) and given all resources necessary for continued research. Due to the nature of SCP-XXXX, it is possible operation Open Veil will have to continue its work independent of the Foundation, all facilities dedicated to the project are self-sustaining for up to two years.
This file is not to be classified or edited and should be distributed to as many Foundation personal as possible. The Overseer council should be periodically monitored to ensure they retain knowledge of SCP-XXXX. Additional hard copies of this file are to be distributed to all Foundation facilities.
Foundation bot OPENVEIL is to monitor Foundation documentation for references to SCP-XXXX and report any attempts at deletion or revision. OPENVEIL works to prevent the deletion of digital documents as well to create new documentation on SCP-XXXX. The destruction of digital or physical documents is expected and Foundation efforts should focus on mass production.
SCP-XXXX-1 was housed in a standard humanoid containment cell until its relocation to Site Gamma. SCP-XXXX-1 has demonstrated no will to escape and has proven relatively cooperative with the Foundation. Containment should instead focus on preventing incursions and assassination attempts by other instances of SCP-XXXX. The exact methods deployed by Site Gamma to detect SCP-XXXX are not to be recorded. The Foundations BARRIER defense system has been marginally effective in detecting SCP-XXXX however it is believed the system is no longer reliable.
Update: Due to a previously unknown additional memetics anomaly information regarding the exact nature of SCP-XXXX physical appearance has been redacted.
Description:
SCP-XXXX is a hypothetical race of unknown population that appears to inhabit all major continents. SCP-XXXX has an almost perfect camouflage and is heavily resistant to detection. Any additional information regarding the physical appearance of SCP-XXXX triggers a meme alerting the race to the reader's location.
Only a single instance of SCP-XXXX has been successfully contained (referred to as SCP-XXXX-1) the entity was heavily injured upon recovery. Multiple attempts have been made to breach SCP-XXXX-1 containment cell (see Incursion Events) leading the theorization of multiple instances of SCP-XXXX. Incursion events have grown more aggressive and now focus on the destruction of documentation regarding the existence of SCP-XXXX. SCP-XXXX is theorized to have amnestic technology.
Log of Incursion Events:
| Date |
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| 2017/12/05 |
Occurred after interview with Aleksander Nowak (see recovery logs). Head researcher Dr F██████ reported no knowledge of the interview the following day. |
| 2017/12/14 |
Agent G█████, responsible for retrieving Nowak was found suspended over his desk by janitorial staff. When staff entered his office his body was "dropped" onto the floor. A loaded gun was found on his desk. Foundation sites entered lock-down. |
| 2018/08/15 |
Three names of researchers apparently assigned to SCP-XXXX were found on file. Families reported no knowledge of their existence. |
| 2019/01/12 |
Seismic sensors triggered bellow SCP-XXXX-1 containment cell, no tunnel was found on the surface. Operation Open Veil initiated. |
| 2019/01/15 |
Attack carried on a Site 21 where SCP-XXXX-1 was contained. First recorded large scale incursion event:
2:48 A.M: BARRIER defense system tripped, approximately 400 separate incursions. Site enters lock-down. Cameras and additional sensors unable to detect entities.
3:30 A.M: Seismic sensors tripped MTF Epsilon-11 ("Nine-Tailed Fox") deployed.
3:43 A.M: Aerial sensors tripped no aircraft spotted. Anti aircraft batteries engaged in a random pattern.
4:01 A.M: Guards in Keter containment block neutralized by unknown means. Epsilon-11 mobilize to SCP-XXXX-1 containment cell.
4:21 A.M: Epsilon-11 engages in random sporadic fire in an attempt to halt SCP-XXXX advance into the facility.
5:13 A.M: Overwatch authorizes the use of nerve agent B-43 in Site 21.
5:30 A.M: SCP-XXXX-1 remains in its cell and no further incursions detected, site remains on lock-down for 24 hours. |
| 2019/01/25 |
First incursion into Foundation data center, attack gone unnoticed for 15 hours. Files restored and bot OPENVEIL created. |
| 2019/02/27 |
Largest attack to date. Four Foundation data centers and Sites 21, 24, and 32 all responsible for SCP-XXXX research were attacked simultaneously. SCP-XXXX had been moved to Site Gamma and remained in containment. Personal in effected sites displayed no knowledge of the attack or SCP-XXXX. Complete loss of files prevented by bot OPENVEIL. |
Full Recovery Log:
On 2017/12/03 SCP-XXXX-1 was recovered by Foundation operatives in Eastern Poland. Aleksander Nowak, a former GOC agent, incapacitated the entity in his home and reported to the Foundation. Nowak was interviewed and administered Class-A amnestic. On GOC request Nowak remained on continued surveillance for one week, the BARRIER defense system was deployed around his household. On 17/12/14 BARRIER was tripped once, when Foundation personal investigated Aleksander and his daughter, Sarah Nowak, were found deceased in their houses. Alexanders house was found to display additional anomalous properties and MTF Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots") were deployed to investigate.
Interviewed: Aleksander Nowak
Interviewer: Dr F██████
Foreword: Nowak was clearly in a state of emotional distress and deeply disturbed by his encounter with SCP-XXXX-1. It should be noted his physiological profile diagnoses him with PTSD due to his experiences with the GOC. Interview was originally conductive in Nowaks native Polish and translated into English.
<Begin Log, [2017/12/05]>
Dr F██████: First I am going to need you to settle down Mr Nowak. You are familiar with who we are and what we do, we will not hurt you. This is the hard part you need too [cut off by Nowak.]
Aleksander Nowak: Please just promise I wont remember anything.
Dr F██████: I can promise you that, now please start from the beginning. When did you notice the entity in your home?
Aleksander Nowak: My daughter she, she likes to have sleepovers. She had three friends over. Three. It was late I went to her room to check on them.
Dr F██████: Is that when you noticed the intruder?
Aleksander Nowak: She has three friends, not four. Only three friends.
Dr F██████: How many children were in your daughters room?
Aleksander Nowak: There were two girls on her bedroom floor when I came in. And…And two under her bed sheet. They were sitting on the bed with the blanket draped over them, like kids in a blanket fort.
Dr F██████: What did you do next?
Aleksander Nowak: I…I was scared. I removed the blanket slowly.
Dr F██████: What did you see Mr. Nowak?
Aleksander Nowak: First I saw my daughter…I think. Her features were displaced a crossed her face. It was somethin out of a horror movie. Her eye blinked at me from her temple, her mouth was giggling but from her chin. It, had its hand in her forehead pressed in there like it was clay.
Dr F██████: Is this when the altercation occurred?
Aleksander Nowak: The thing was flickering…like a broken light bulb. I wasn't suppose to see it. I knew that. I…I can't remember what happened next I think I hit it with a bat. A few times. I remember my daughters scream though, as its hand was ripped from her face.
Dr F██████: Could you describe the entity for the record?
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<[End Log]>
Following texts are extracts from Aleksanders diary, it is currently unknown if these events are directly related to SCP-XXXX. Entries have been transcribed and translated into English.
Date: 2017/12/07
I woke up today thinking of my daughter. I woke up scared, scared that I had let something bad happen to her. Scared that I hadn't been there. When I saw her face this morning I knew there was nothing to be scared about, she is my everything.
Date: 2017/12/10
Mr. Rubbles cannot talk, Mr. Rubbles cannot walk, Mr. Rubbles is a fucking straw doll. In our kitchen I saw him standing and talking to Sarah. I saw him skipping over the table and making her laugh. I saw him giving her a hug and dancing with her. I know this can't be, I know this is in my head. When you spent your life hunting freaks sometimes you see them in the wrong places. Mr. Rubbles cannot talk, Mr. Rubbles cannot walk, Mr. Rubbles is a fucking straw doll. Mr. Rubbles cannot talk, Mr. Rubbles cannot walk…[continues for the remainder of the page.]
Date: 2017/12/12
My daughters laugh is what keeps me here. I have inflicted so much pain in my life. I tell myself I did it for good reasons, and for good people, but that doesn't mean much coming from yourself. My daughters laugh reminds me why I did what I did, it reminds me why I'm here. I made a better world for her, for her children one day. I'm an old man now my fight is over, but I fought hard for her.
We were playing in the meadow today, I was chasing her through the fields for hours. When I caught her she would fall to the ground and laugh and laugh. We were laughing all the way back to our house. We were laughing on the porch, and then we weren't. The walls ate our laughter. The wall took our voices.
The walls are now talking, they are laughing, and the laughter isn't my daughters.
Date: 2017/12/14
Hallways are longer the hallways are longer I can't find my way in my own house I open a window and see my reflection I smash a mirror and see a hallway I run down the stairs and end up on the roof the walls won't stop laughing the walls won't stop laughing
It was late when I heard Sarah get up her tiny feet pitter-patter on the endless hallways. The rain loud beating hid her descent down the stairs. I was awoken by her fear, she was scared something wasn't right, something shouldn't be here. Or maybe something should, maybe we are missing something, something that should never have left.
I ran to find her the walls wouldn't listen as a begged them to open I used my fists when they wouldn't listen. I tore through plaster and old bricks to get to her. She was standing in the living room staring out the open door.
We waited I wasn't sure what for but she waited so I waited
I couldn't see it but I knew when it was here. All I could see was the wet footprints that slowly crossed our living room. Maybe if I looked hard enough I could make out a faint outline, like a million glass crystals slowing shimmering in the air.
Sarah's head fell back as an invisible hand entered her forehead, her features were displaced a crossed her face. Her eye on her temple blinked at me. I remembered something something about her screams. I got mad, I got scared. The houses laughter turned to screams as it bent, I don't know what happened then. It's still here, our house is big now but it will find us. All that is left is to hold my Sarah close and hope it doesn't.
Interviewed: Agent A██████
Interviewer: Dr F██████
<Begin Log, [2017/12/17]>
Dr F██████: Good to have you boys back on site, can you describe your mission to the Nowak house.
Agent A██████: We were called to the site after the BARRIER system detected an incursion. We considered it a low risk operation, considering the only reason we were deployed in the region was GOC request.
Dr F██████: Describe what your team found in the house.
Agent A██████: The damage to the structure is consistent with an uncontrolled Type Green. When we entered into the living room the floor had been stretched to meet the ceiling, and several pieces of furniture were suspended from the roof. After cutting through the carpet that wrapped around the room we were able to locate a stairwell and explore the rest of the house. It was apparent that the geometry was non-euclidean in nature making navigation difficult. We were eventually able to make our way to the study.
Dr F██████: Is this where you found the Nowaks?
Agent A██████: Yes the girl was crushed in her father's arms, and the father had died from a stroke.
Dr F██████: A few more details we have to clear up. Did you find a straw children's doll? It wasn't located in the field report.
Agent A██████: We searched and cataloged everything in that house, it's possible we missed something but very unlikely.
Dr F██████: Ok, and any other observations that didn't appear in the field report?
Agent A██████: Maybe this job is getting to me doc, but I could have sworn the team was constantly laughing behind my back. I don't know.
<[End Log]>
Closing Statement: Several mysteries still remain unsolved. It is unknown how Aleksander was able to suppress his type green abilities for almost 60 years, or if he was even aware of them. The doll mentioned in his journal is still yet to turn up. This whole affair is extremely disturbing as it suggest SCP-XXXX is not an isolated instance -Dr F██████
Addendum:
SCP-XXXX-1 has refused to give any information regarding SCP-XXXX. Communication has been difficult due to SCP-XXXX-1 lack of █████████. SCP-XXXX-1 has made no attempt to escape Foundation custody and believes its camouflage ability is permanently damaged. The enclosed interview is the only one to provide marginally useful information.
LOG OPENVEIL BOT:
The following log is maintained by the bot OPENVEIL. This document on numerous occasions has been deleted or edited without the involvement of the Foundation, a log of these instances is provided below. This log is live.
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BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL
The following file is Level 5/XXXX classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden.
XXXX
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| DATE:2019/05/31
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| DATE:2019/06/01
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| DATE 30 Jul 2021 22:45
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| ITS TIME TO FORGET
A breeze whistled through the dead forest, howling along the leafless branches and scouring over the bare earth. It was if even the wind itself longed for the dances it used to play with the leaves, but these days it only found bare earth and withering wood. These were the pseudo-philosophical thoughts that would catch Max off guard on long marches. There wasn't much to occupy the mind on the hours-long walks between base camp and his next brush with death. Through the tree line, a vague outline of a cabin could be seen, and the slight mumble of its residents barely broke through the forest. The scene would be quintet under starlight. Not that any stars could be seen through the eternally grey sky, scorched by hundreds of nuclear detonations. As the ragtag MTF unit, if they could still call themselves that, entered the small collections of cabins a man with tattered clothes and baggy eyes came to meet them.
"Welcome, Foundation." He squeaked. Their group was easily identifiable being one of the few left to wear uniforms. "I am Tristen mayor of Ethern, fourth city of Esterbal. I would like to extend my king's formal greetings to our lands." Max could never get used to this. Every town gave different names to those who lorded over them, it didn't take much for humans to accept tyranny again.
"The honor is ours," said the gruff voice of commander Sheffield, as he withdrew his glove to shake the man's hand. "How can we be of service?"
"Well….please follow me" the mayor stuttered as he led the group into one of the beaten-down cabins. The group of six soldiers was only barely able to make it into the cramped space. Max immediately wrenched at the overbearing smell, laid out before him was a very bloodied corpse. "This….this is one of three we lost in the past month." stammered the mayor. "I…I don't know what has been happening out there but things…things aren't right." Tristen glanced at the men for a moment as if he expect to find some comfort among the mass of bulk and weaponry. After he found none, he collected himself and continued:
"We know the world is broken, but I have seen things. Last week a doctor was found stitching up a girl outside of town, claiming he was curing her of some ail we all couldn't see. My wife hasn't been able to find sleep in days, she insists she was touched by something in the night, something that is waiting for her to die. I saw a witch, a woman who had the powers of a god chase my men from the city during a supply run, claiming it was now her kingdom. I've seen things in the sky, black shapes that battle with fighter jets. Just a few days ago a hunting party came back with their ears chopped off, and some swear they see a teddy bear made out of them… But none of this would have gotten me to ask you here, there isn't one person who hasn't witnessed something…extraordinary. There is something close by, something in the forest. My king has asked you here to deal with it. It…it did this." His voice petered off as his gaze fell to the body. "Something…something messes with our heads. And…and when we went looking I swore I heard my mothers scream…I…I don't know what-to-do anymore, but I am sure they will kill us soon."
A quiet sort of silence filled the cabin. Sheffield was the first to leave pushing the old wooden door open and letting a breath of cool air fill the space. "Which way?" asked the commander as he stepped into the grey world.
The sun had begun to rise as the party marched north. A few blades of light broke the treeline and illuminated the muddy road in a ghostly light. "HOLD" the commander yelled. The team quickly noticed what had promoted the stop. A body was visible in the distance, crucified on a particularly thick trunk. As the group approached a gentle light illuminated the corpses' face, badly beaten and cut he was nearly unrecognizable. As Max approached he noticed the symbols carved along his arm and chest, it appeared that the tight ropes had cut deep into his decaying body. He was probably quite handsome once, but his face was split open to revival a blood-soaked skull. Flies danced around the body, the man's only company for days.
"Which one?" asked the now shaking Folsker, the team rookie. After a moment of contemplation Max replied. "Harbingers maybe, these patterns are more likely The Children." Death cults, those who believed the only way to save humanity was mass sacrifice. Max had seen enough to recognize their handiwork. It was days like this he thought, perhaps the world really has gone mad.
"Let's move out, no point lingering" snapped Sheffield as he resumed the march into the woods. It wasn't long until they encounter another corpse, this one a woman. She had been strung up in much the same way as the man, her face split open and occult symbols carved into her flesh. The MTF didn't stop this time though.
Of course, it wasn't long before they tripped a mine. Folsker stepped on it, the group only had time to register the "click" of the device before the boy was painted across the trees. The world went quiet as the explosion left a loud ringing in everyone's ears. Max's eyes filled with tears and the world become an oil painting. He noticed bright flashes from one of his team members, muzzle flashes. As he regained focused he finally noticed the men running towards them from the tree line. Completely naked and filthy, the group was a menacing sight as they thrashed there way through the woods. As their bodies lit up as they crossed the beams of sunlight, Max could barely make out the symbols carved in their flesh. They carried no weapons but they didn't need them, as they grew closer the men went to all fours and raced like animals towards the clearing. The few members of the MTF who had come to their sense let loose a hail bullets before the wave of humanity crashed into them. Max watched in shock as a boy no more then eighteen pounced on his commander and bit into his neck with his teeth. The boy's archaic symbols were quickly covered in blood as he dug into the screaming man. It didn't take long for him to look up at Max, and a grim quickly split his blood-soaked lips. It was the eyes that got him, huge blue piercing eyes that darted around his skull. As his hearing returned Max noticed he only heard screams, no gunfire. So he ran, deep into the dying forest.
It could have been a scene from a painting, that being one made by a deeply disturbed artist. As Max ran for his life he couldn't help appreciate the theater of it all. Him in his black SWAT-style uniform, running through a burned-out forest being chased by hordes of madmen. He knew they were not far behind, he could hear the crashing of dozens of feet against the sticks. However, the Children where silent, no screams or holers, just the chase. It was more like running from an avalanche or a wave then humans. As the light cut through the trees he couldn't help think that he might be ok with death here. It was the things legends were told about, one of the last sane men being torn to pieces by a death cult in a dead forest. No. No, he thought, I'm not dying here. And that was pushed him on, a simple will to live. Max at his heart was an optimist, maybe that was why he was here trying to clean up what he could, instead of with the rest of the Foundation hiding until the worst of it was over. What little left of humanity was worth fighting for. Max believed this, and still believed it as the crunch of the madman grew closer. So he ran, faster and faster through the dead trees, through the ghostly twilight, and to the church.
He saw it more clearly as he broke the treeline. It was an old building standing erect in the middle of a grey meadow. Its windows were boarded up and the earth had started to eat away at its stone walls. The large wood doors stood ajar, as if waiting for him. As Max crossed the meadow he heard the Children break through the tree line. Limb over limb, biting and scratching each other, the mass of flesh crashed into the meadow spitting up dirt and grass as they came. He could feel them getting closer pulling themselves on all fours towards him.
Max made it, barely. As he threw himself through the doors he caught a glimpse of the approaching mob. "Don't look" he repeated to himself as he closed the doors and fidget with the lock. The door almost buckled as the mass of men slammed into it, their fingers filling the opening. Max quickly shoved back and finally slid the secondary deadbolt into place. The banging on the door started from the door and soon the sound encompassed the whole building as the Children probed for a way in.
It was only when Max turned to survey his surroundings did he notice the two men in suits.
The old stain glass above the alter illuminated the small building in an almost heavenly glow. A golden light showered the abandon bleachers and every spec of dust was visible, making the entire place appear frozen in time. Where the altar used to stand had been replaced by three chairs, two were occupied by the vague silhouette of two figures, the third appeared to be empty. As Max approached the men slowly became more visible; they were nearly identical both having strong jawlines and sunken eyes. They were probably handsome once, but it appeared age had taken its toll. The only discernible difference was the color of the suits they wore, one jet black the other pure white.
"Ah, he's finally here. Please take a seat" said the man in black, his voice echoing through the church. As Max climbed the stairs towards the alter the men gestured to the third, empty, seat. While Max sat down a worried look crossed his face, he had nearly forgotten the cultist beating at the doors. "They won't get in, they never do," said the one in white, apparently reading his mind. "Now" he continued, "there is a lot you won't understand but that is ok for now. You will have a long time to think about it, but for now, you need to listen." The one in black smirked a bit before saying to the other "he never gets it. Why do we try? Maybe next time we should just leave a tape recorder." The white one chucked slightly. "Please, don't pay too much attention to my friend. The years have made him cranky."
"More like the monotony," the black one said under his breath. "I…What? What is happening here?" piped up Max, still dazed from the adrenaline and fear. The white one checked his watch before responding "Like I said this is not the time for questions. We only have a small amount of time here, and it's very important that you listen to us." Max wasn't quite sure what to think, but somehow the smile that was sliding across the black one's face was enough to scare him into silence. "Yes, very important," said the black one. As he leaned forward his demeanor became all the more relaxed. With his dark silky suit and cocky smile couldn't help remind Max of an overconfident night club owner. "There are four laws that govern humanity, and they all play out in this place. This is the reason for everything. Before your cousins discovered the patterns from the void they wanted to learn how to live with the universe, and with themselves. So they came to a place where the universe doesn't work. They understood the four laws and so must you."
"First" chimed in the white one. With his loud thunderous voice and white suit he reminded Max of a televangelist. "First is the law of blood. This is the law of the crimson khan. It is humanity's past, slavery, brutality, tyranny. It is humans at their most primal and it is what is currently beating at the doors. The law of blood is also disorder and chaos, every one of those "SCPs" follows the law of blood, in there own way they are tied to the chaos of the universe. Second is the law of concrete: It is your future modern civilization, peace, order, and law. This is what we are, we are what you must become if you hope to survive."
"Now for my favorite" finished the black one. "This is the law of howling. The conflict between them, the crash of two incompatible worlds. Humanities attempt to move beyond its primal ways and into the world of concrete. That is you, the Foundation. Trying to hide away all the darkness of your world and keep it contained. The catch is you have never succeeded."
"Which brings us to the last law: the law of the flesh. Humanity always fails to reach a world of pure concrete. This time it was a nuclear war that caused a containment breach. Last time insurgence destroyed a Keter containment wing, the time before that global warming caused a war between the UN and the Foundation for resources. The law of flesh means the law of blood always returns. It means the Foundation will eventually rebuild a new world of concrete and the law of howling will tear it down again. It means the cycle continues again and again and again."
Max had sat in stunned silence through most of the dual monologue. "So…" he finally said. "Why am I here?" Both men sighed. "He never gets it the first time around," said black to white. White again turned to Max, "Let me phrase it a different way. At the end of the world, there is always a cult, there is always a church, and there is always the Foundation. You have done this before and you will do it again, every time you learn a bit more and make it a bit further. You are the Foundation, you will be known as the Administrator in the new world. You are the law of howling, trying to create a modern world that can resist chaos. Both the chaos of human nature and that of the anomalies, and every iteration you are a bit closer. Hey, maybe this time you will make it out of the 21st century."
"But…" Max was at a lost for words. "I don't remember do any of this, how can I learn what I can't remember?" The one is black sighed again. "That's why we are here. You are so much more then you will ever know, and one day you will sit in that chair again as equals." White interjected "But not today, old friend. Today you need to live as a mortal to lead them, today we need to start again. Today we are here to help usher in the world of concrete, one you will build with the help of the great machine."
Black checked his watch for the final time. "We need to go soon," he said, his original cockiness was tinged with a hint of sadness. White smiled as he spoke: "Its time to rebuild. We can help contain some of the really bad things until the Foundation can take control again. We will also give you some of your memories back, but it is on you to try again."
Both Black and White got up from there chairs and began to walk down the aisle. Max sat for several seconds processing before he stood to watch. As the two men reached the doors white turned back and yelled: "See you again, at the end of the world."
They opened the doors and the church was filled with a blinding light.
It had been many decades since the church. Max now stood above the great machine, or as it was commonly known SCP - 2000. As he watched the thousands of new humans march out into the daylight he couldn't help but be optimistic. Maybe this time would be different.
University Hospital - London
Official Birth Certificate
Date: January 9th - 2108
Mothers Name: Sydney Mayborn
Fathers Name: Marcus Mayborn
Time of Birth: 21:02
Gender: Male
Name: Max Mayborn
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