Dapunleg: "This project has been scrapped. That means I'm putting a pause to it."
Addendum SCP-XXXX-2-01
Chris: -listen, if I'm going to say anything today, I'll need something to smoke. There's no way I'm going to be able to keep myself together otherwise, after the shit I've been put through. Do you have any joint I can smoke? Actually maybe a blunt would be better. You got any? I only smoke the good shit
Dr. ████████: My apologies Chris but- it's Chris right?
Chris: Yes
Dr. ████████: Alright Chris. You see Chris, due to our regulations, we can't have our clients consume any sort of substances during the interviews session. All sort of consumption even if minor, is to be done outside the workspace. I hope you can understand-
Chris: Fuck you and your regulations. Can’t a man smoke for once? Hey listen, don't blame me if I can't remember half of the shit you want me to. I know my fair share about not going against the rules but like fucking seriously, it's a blunt. What's one small blunt gonna do compared to all the fucked up shit you guys have locked up in this hell hole?
Dr. ████████: Actually Chris, marijuana is a very potent drug, so we cannot trust its effects when we attempt to interview individuals such as yourself, even if we are to consider bypassing the regulations. Now if you'll excuse me, I have an interview to complete here. I do hope you intend to cooperate with me Chris. If you have any problems with this, I can have you immediately escorted-
Chris: Nah, it's good. I was just speaking out of my mind. Don't take it seriously
Dr. ████████: I'm glad to hear that Chris. Now, lets begin with our interview. As you might know, I'm going to be asking you a few questions about what you experienced. If everything goes accordingly, we won't need to do anything unnecessary. So, let's start with this. Chris. What do you remember first?
Chris: In the? Well a couple of things. First thing I remember is uh, being stuck in this stone padded room, that was pretty much completely empty except for this big wooden crate looking thing. I couldn't find a door or anything, I was pretty much just there by myself. For a minute, I actually didn't notice the cute looking jar, that was on top of the crate. It was actually pretty cool. It had this cork made of clay sealed on top of it, and there was this nice handle just beside it that went perfectly into my hand. Felt nice too. I couldn't actually lift it, I dunno maybe it was too heavy. But damn the fucking design, it was top notch. It was all green and shit, and it looked like some intense stuff. But oh boy, once I opened it, shit went down. Like literally. The walls fucking degraded into sand once I opened the jar. All of the fucking things turned into sand. I closed my eyes so I wouldn't go fucking blind but pretty much all of it was just smoke. When I opened my eyes though… you know I've seen some stuff in the past. I've been through alot and I even got to try acid a couple of times. It was crazy stuff but that… all of that was just completely out there. Fuck, where you guys drugging me or some shit?
Dr. ████████: According to the files, you were brought into the waiting chamber unsedated. Why do you say that? Why do you think you were drugged?
Chris: Cause of the shit I saw that's why. I was literally in a forest when I opened my eyes. A forest. Do you get that? It wasn't even a normal forest. The fucking trees went on forever in to the sky. I couldn't even see the end of them. And they weren't even… they looked like shaved pine trees but felt like they were made out of stone. What kind of trees is that? This is… you're saying you didn't fucking drug me? What the fuck was I seeing then? What was all of that? The sky. It was deep red like some horror movie set or some shit. Actually the trees where the ones that were drowning out the sky. Cause the more up you looked, the more red they got. I was stuck in a living nightmare man I… the trees went on for miles. And they weren't even spaced apart naturally. Nothing in there was natural. It was like I got placed in some surreal art show made by some insane OCD guy or some shit. The trees looked like they were street lamps rather than something natural. They even had the same measurements as one. The grass looked normal though. You know what, it probably wasn't. I just didn't notice it. Like those things. Brings me the chills just thinking about them
Dr. ████████: Are you implying you weren't alone?
Chris: How much I wish I was. But no, I wasn't. Not at all. I know it’s kind of odd for me to say that but… trust me, you never would want to see that in your lifetime. The moment I started walking just for a bit, I saw them everywhere. They were… inhuman. Their bodies man I… I've seen pictures before of extremely starved people but those… their skin had completely sucked in on their bones so that I could see every small detail. And alongside all their body, there where chains digged into their flesh that hung off of them like ornaments. Their stretched faces it… I have no idea what those things where. Not even in my wildest guess. They were completely covered in this disgusting brown tone that made it look like they were made out of rotting paper. Some of them wandered around in circles while others struggled to try and rip off the chains. They were about three times taller than me and uh… I tried my best to avoid them. They didn't seem to care that I was there, but I didn't take any chances. I just kinda started running you know, kept going forward. They only appeared to be at my sides so I assumed there must have been a good reason they weren't in front of me. I thought that my escape must lie just ahead but… I just kept on moving. I had to get away as far as possible
Dr. ████████: Did you find what you were looking for?
Chris: Yeah. I reached something alright. But it wasn't something good. You know I said that those tall motherfuckers we're fucked up but… I think that's overgeneralizing it. Things went from bad to worse. Somehow one of those tall things managed to get in front of me. I was panicking I-I didn't know how to react. But that thing it… it looked like it was more scared of me that I was of it. I was… I was kind of feeling sad for it, I know it's fucking stupid but really. You had to see that disfigured face it… it was completely disoriented. But then I realized it wasn't looking at me. There was something behind me. I-I heard its heavy footsteps first and when I turned around… I saw the fucking worst thing in my life. It… it looked like a normal person. A bit bigger than an average guy, had long black hair but… everything about him was rather normal except of course it's fucking face. It looked like a fucking alligator but if an alligator was mutilated and raised up in the depths of hell. Like its… its jaw stretched out with a size that was about the same length of its body. And that wasn't even your typical alligator jaw it… it looked like a beak. But then the… there where the teeth. They weren't the kind of teeth you would traditionally think of. They grew out of every part of its mouth. On top, on the sides, everywhere. It was just this… abomination of things and… it was all bloodied. For a second I actually thought I was in some kind of a show. The thing, it charged right past me and then jumped on the guy in front of me. It was fucking crazy man I… I only saw for a second what it was doing to it when… I reacted by running. It was tearing it apart, you couldn't expect me to stand there for more than a second. I… I ran. I could hear its screaming as I tried to get away and… the sky felt like it was a stereo of its voice. I could hear the sound of bones breaking over and over again, no matter how far I got. I ran as far away as possible but… I didn't know where to go anymore. Until I heard its footsteps again. I have no idea how it managed to catch up with me so quickly. I thought I made some distance but it somehow was just right behind me again. I turned around and… it said one word in this hoarse and gurgled voice. “Filth”. Right there in front of me it said “filth”. I knew he was talking to me. I could see those blank black eyes looking straight at me. And then the jaw… it started snapping like it was mechanical. It came for me now. There was nothing I could do. I did what I did best though. I ran
Dr. ████████: So I'm assuming you managed to get away, unless something else happened. Is there something you wish to let me know?
Chris: It was strange it… I was supposed to be dead. In every way possible. But the bunny didn't want me to die. You see, it was just after the monster started freaking out and after I thought my death was inevitable, that I saw a flash of blue. I wasn't the only one who saw it either. The abomination glanced at it too and it shrieked in this vile tone of anger, almost like it was scared of it. But it wasn't for long. It flopped to the ground and started to dislocate and reshape its body, like it was getting ready to sprint. When I saw that I… what was I supposed to do? I followed them. I followed the bunny because there was nothing I could do. Yet despite the situation, I knew I could trust them. They guided me through that nightmare of a place like they said they would. I could see it was a bunny because of the long ears, but it was also rather blue for one and moved as swift as a wolf. I was doing my best to catch up with them but I made the mistake of turning around. I thought that thing was gone but… then I saw how it was moving after me. The… the monster, it was shifting through those trees high up in the sky like a… almost like it was hoping from one to the other. But… it seemed like it was propelling through them like a ghost rather than doing it like an animal would. All I really noticed was that it was getting faster and lower to the ground and by that point, I wasn't looking back anymore. It was either I gave it my all or… but luck shined on me. Because after that, the trees started to diminish and the grass grew taller. Just as I could hear its snapping jaw right next to my ear I… I was saved. The area opened up and I was in a vast field of yellow. The grass went up to my ankles now and as I was looking around, I saw the bunny for the last time. It looked like they… fell into the ground and vanished. They vanished right in front of this hole that was situated on the center of an average sized mound, big enough for me to enter it. I was barely a few steps away from it so… I decided to rush into it. It looked safe and I thought that's where they went. I have no idea what I was doing. But I doubt you would be either. That was my only option
Dr. ████████: Was there something you found there?
Chris: I made a mistake. I should have considered what I was doing. But… there was no other way was there? I had to go through there, no matter what. That was my escape, my… awakening. I found myself in a cave. It felt like one, at least. It was too dark to tell anyway. I wasn't hitting my head against anything, but I kept down due to the dampness of the floors. There was light, but it wasn't natural lighting. Some part of the walls looked like they were… ablaze from within. These lights were more like specs though, spread across everywhere randomly. They didn't provide me with much of a visual, but I knew where to turn. I knew where… the floor was leaking with blood. That's why it felt so slick. I saw the… bloodbath of a place I was in. I made a turn, and then everything was blasted with light. I was gonna turn around, I was gonna run back, but then I saw its shadow. Everywhere alongside the walls, I could see the many different shapes of its jaw. It blocked my way back. I must have entered its den. [pause] I can't remember much. Neither do I want to. I'm gonna give you it nice and simple, so I don't have to get into the details. I want to be over with this part quickly. There where people hanging from the ceiling. They were all across the sky. They moved. They were… they were wrapped in metal spikes. Their blood dripped down on the floor. They all looked at me
Dr. ████████: My apologies Chris, but I don't seem to understand what you're saying. I'll need you to explain more, if possible
Chris: I'm trying my best here. Listen, if I can't even tell what I saw, then I doubt I'll be able to explain it. But it doesn't really matter. I managed to get out of that place, after running for what felt like hours. I convinced myself in there that there was no exit to that place but despite all of that, one moment I was in the dark and the next I was outside. I don’t seem to be able to recall exactly how I came there. I was in the cave, and then I saw a light in the shape of a door frame. Of course I was gonna run towards something like that. And luckily, it wasn’t a trap. Where I managed to find myself then was… for what it looked like, that was an ordinary mountain pass. A path somewhere high up in the mountains, where no plants would grow but where you still couldn't find any snow. I exited what looked like a stone ledge, carved out of a irregularly large boulder. The terrain around me was completely rigged with decently large rocks, oddly sticking out of the ground. I could instantly feel the humidity of the air on my face and you could see the heat doing its work on the surfaces. It all looked like a vast ridge leading steadily upwards, and the sky… it was completely white. Pure and milk kind of white. I could taste the freshness of the sky with the colors alone. I would have enjoyed that view, if it wasn't that I heard it's snapping jaw echoing on the walls of the tunnel I escaped from. The mountain pass wasn't steep so I was able to make some ground, but I noticed the danger once I started climbing it. You had to know what you were doing when you were climbing something like that. The rocks where razor sharp on some edges, and one wrong step was all it took. Yet somehow, a convenient path had been laid out leading to the top, despite the crudeness of it all. It was all very inviting. I could have made the decision to climb back down, as the terrain was basically the same that way, but there was something nagging me to go further up. It was almost like I could smell success up somewhere on top of all of that. After some time of climbing, I turned around to see what my situation was. And there it was, going straight for me. Nothing was stopping that monstrosity. With my lack of strength, it was going to catch up with me in no time. So I resorted to projectile self defense. I yanked out the nearest rock I could find, and hurled it at that motherfucker. The rock was too heavy, so my aim ended up being terrible. It landed on the surface of one of those rocks below me, and shattered into many sliced chunks. I looked away in the moment, I got a little fidgety when I saw it go everywhere. But then I heard it's body slam against the rocks. My aim managed to hit its mark after all, and even better than I expected. One of the pieces lodged itself into its torso, causing it to go flying. But it was far from dead
Dr. ████████: Surely something of that degree must have severely damaged it?
Chris: No. It desired pain. Like I said, nothing was gonna stop that thing. It's blackened blood filled out the mountain side, but it didn't seem to care. It didn't stop it one bit. It was just a convenient delay. I have no idea how much that injury affected it. But the way it was reacting…
Addendum SCP-XXXX-2-02
Dr. ████: [noise] Alright. We now begin the interview with serial number D84-
Jonathan: Could you call me by my proper name? It's Jonathan. Or Be- actually it's just Jonathan
Dr. ████: Right, my apologies Jonathan. So I believe you're already aware of why you’re here today?
Jonathan: Well yes, I was told the basics
Dr. ████: That's good. So-
Jonathan: I’m ready if that's what you're asking. Just get to the point already
Dr. ████: I understand how you feel Jonathan, but there's no need for you to be so tense. There's nothing to be worried about Jonathan, I'll be just asking you a few simple questions. It'll be over in no time, trust me
Jonathan: That's what I've been waiting for. What do you take me as?
Dr. ████: Very well. Jonathan, in one of your previous interviews, that if I'm correct you had with Doctor █████, you mentioned something of note that I would like to pick up on today. While in discussion with Doctor █████, you said that quote “it was a frozen wasteland full of bodies”? Could you elaborate on this?
Jonathan: [pause] It was what I said it was. Absolutely barren and cold to the bone. Well except for the bodies of course. And the… I have no idea how I got there. First thing I remember is… it was cold. Like you've just been locked in a freezer and left to die. Way worse. I wasn't there by myself either. Those things, they…
Dr. ████: Are you talking about the bodies?
Jonathan: Yes. Yes I was jackass. You don't like being subtle do you? Right to the center, no matter how the other side feels like. That's just how the bunch of you are huh? Yeah. Yes, it was filled to the fucking brim with bodies. Solid and rotten as if they were statues rather than corpses. But those faces… I knew they were people once. There was no denying it with those taunting faces. And I had to fucking walk over them, hoping I didn't step on something that could cause me to fall over. Do you know how that fucking feels like? No, of course not. Not people like you. Not you
Dr. ████: Is there anything else you saw?
Jonathan: Oh yes. Much more. I think I started walking ahead because of those flames. The bodies further ahead where… burning somehow, in massive bonfires. I knew it wasn't natural and I should have tried to go somewhere else but… it was too cold, I couldn't just stand there. Maybe it was those faces that made me move. Or maybe it was their… insides. Th-they were torn and… fuck I can't. I can't. I… I had to keep myself warm. The wind was fucking making my skin feel like it was being torn apart. I just had to get closer to those flames somehow. Until… that thing walked out of the flames. I couldn't… I couldn't move
Dr. ████: What was it that you saw?
Jonathan: It was moving. I… I think it was a person and… no. That thing wasn't human. His skin was all burned and… he looked like the exact opposite to the rest of the place. Like he was just moments ago dousing in a pit of fire and made a wrong turn in hell. He shouldn't have been there. I thought I was all a fucking dream. It should have been. Yet he looked at me. He… I knew this wasn't a dream anymore
Dr. ████: Could you explain how it looked like?
Jonathan: You fucking… he looked like the fucking thing that would keep you alive until every fucking ounce of your blood was sucked out of you. How's that huh? Is that not good enough for you? His eyes where fucking bleeding while he smiled at me and… and… please just… he was smiling. I could see those perfect white teeth while his torn eyes dripped down on them. His jaw was mutilated and… it stretched out like some sort of a joke. And those eyes… I swear I thought he was crying until I saw how torn apart they where. There was barely anything left of it. But the… the fucking gel just kept on coming. And he started walking towards me and… that's when I fell down. I couldn't take it
Dr. ████: Did this entity assault you?
Jonathan: No. No he didn't. I knew he could have and I thought he would. But… he wasn't there for me. I thought he stopped getting closer because of the blade I was holding but… what the fuck was a blade gonna do against something like him. It was stupid of me to think I could stand a chance against that thing. The blade was… I realized I was in a battlefield when I picked it up. I didn't know what those things sticking out of them were at first but… there must have been a battle there long ago. I didn't think those people could have done such things to… to themselves. I… no there must have been something else. All of them were… torn from the inside, it… that wasn't no ordinary battle. It couldn't have been
Dr. ████: So what did this entity do exactly Jonathan?
Jonathan: [pause] It was hungry. No, what the hell am I saying? That's so… but no, that's true. It must have come to feast. It went up to one of those bodies and… ripped its head off with its foot. And-and the fucking head started wailing like it was still alive. I-I think it was screaming in its hands while he held it up for me to see and… no, NO! That couldn't… it crushed it like an egg. And its skin just fell off like it was some ragged cloth. It went for the… for the…
Dr. ████: What where the entities intentions?
Jonathan: It went for the teeth. It plucked each one out and ate them. Ate them like it was a fucking normal thing to do. I could fucking hear him chew on those teeth like they were hard candy… and his smile never faded. He just kept on chewing as he looked at me, to see what I'd do. I knew he was taunting me. Whe-when the last teeth was gone he just dropped the jaw and walked back to the flames. Walked away as if I wasn't there to begin with. And then [laughter] it was gone. I was left there all alone, so I could rot. But I wasn't alone was I? No. I was with them. They were calling me to join them in their frozen graveyard. That was going to be my fate. Until it saved me
Dr. ████: Saved? Did something happen afterwards?
Jonathan: Yeah. I was saved by a hare. Well uh… I think it was a hare anyway. I heard it's voice first, right behind me. It spoke to me like a parent would to their child. It was blue with long thin legs, looked just like the regular animal. It had many shades of blue actually. Bout the size of a dog. Don't know how it got there. I didn't see it being there before. But I could care less. It was there to help me, that's what mattered. I told me to follow it. Said I was ready. All of this was… I don't think this world was the kind of real we all know it as. But it was happening, just on a different level
Dr. ████: I see. Where did it take you to Jonathan?
Jonathan: It's not “it”. The hare had a name but… it's just that I can't remember their name right now. They walked up in front of me and… somehow made a clear path for me to follow. The bodies, they… sunk in the ground when it walked on them. It was strange but it managed to create a trail for me to follow. I don't know what they were doing but as long as I remained on its path, I couldn't feel the cold anymore. It was like it was summer rather than winter. I was still a bit stiff, so I couldn't catch up with them when it ran up ahead of me. I took me some time to get where it wanted me to, don't know how long I was walking. The fog that was there since I got there was still too thick, so I couldn't tell where I was going until the area opened up right in front of me. This um… area was a completely different place. I uh… I actually can't remember much what happened there. I was… things changed
Dr. ████: Well Jonathan, if you can't remember now we can wait for another time. Or we could go for some therapy under Doctor ██-
Jonathan: No, no wait it's not like that. My memory is just fussy. Actually no, it's more like I can only remember what I felt. There was some things but… I guess I'll explain that. I remember seeing a stone slab with something on it and then… I was drowning. That's what happened next. Don't know how, don't know where. All I know is that I felt water entering my lungs soon after I saw the… I can't actually tell you what it was. It's completely blank. I could only feel it there. I have no idea what was happening, but I wasn't really drowning. I was more like drinking it rather than it hurting me. Well… I did feel like complete shit when it went into me but… it also cleaned me out. Something had been inside of me and it had to rip it out. That's the only thing that hurt in that situation. I remember punching something afterwards that caused it to splinter and let me out. I think I was stuck under a layer of ice, or something similar to that. Things became much clearer once I got through. I felt… but it didn't make any sense. Because I came back where I was before. The exact same spot. I uh…
Dr. ████: Are you suggesting that the events happened on repeat?
Jonathan: I couldn't tell you. There's nothing I have to prove for it, or against it. They all happened because they had to. Just like those soldiers marching. Sorry I… the uh, there was an army treading alongside the graveyard when I got back. They where only a few meters away from me but… I didn't want to approach them. I was just… I couldn't do it. I can't. It's too much. I don't wanna leave. I… they looked like hollowed skeletons. I could see the details of their bones, but there was still skin there that kept it together. I don't think they had any eyes. It was too hard to tell due to their uh, iron robes. Yeah their… they were dressed in metal? Like you know… it looked like metal. Something completely solid. I couldn't see the clothes bend and they were gleaming as they moved. But it wasn't… plated or split into pieces. But honestly even that close, I couldn't tell what it was. Uh… there was three rows each. And all of them held a banner in their hands. Either a black or a white one, barely twice their own size. I meant the, the overall banner size. It was the kind of banner that had the flag at the centre of the stick. And they were all singing. More like preaching but, what I got is that they were saying “deas era, deas era“ over and over again. It sounded like they were trying to evoke something. Or maybe they were trying to warn someone. At least that's how they were saying it. The column it… it wasn't a long column. Maybe there was about a little over a thousand of them in total? it didn't take long until they all disappeared in the fog
Dr. ████: Jonathan, I've noticed that you've failed to talk about the events prior to the ones what transpired in this… "graveyard”. Is there a reason to this?
Jonathan: Well uh… I guess? I thought I explained already what happened there to Doctor uh Doctor… the previous guy who talked to me. It wasn't anything special, that's why. I went into the room like I was asked and followed the instructions. Which lead me to where I ended up. Like I was saying to that other guy, there was nothing there in the room expect a stone ledge and a book. Can't tell you much else than that. The moment I opened the book, the room vanished and I was in that… spot. That's when everything happened. I came back out when I heard that fucking whistling thing you guys bombarded in my ears. It did help me though, so I guess I should be thankful. I was in a tight situation when I heard it so, yeah. I guess it worked. That's about it
Dr. ████: Does this conclude what you last remembered?
Jonathan: About. But you haven't heard the most of it. The uh… the ground started shaking sometime after those cloaked guys vanished. It was fucking crazy. The whole fucking world started throwing itself apart and into the air. It was like an earthquake had just been unleashed right there and then. Probably was actually. The ground was erupting right in front of me man I… I couldn't do much. I mean, I couldn't see anything at all apart from how fucked I was. It threw me down right away once it all started. Fuck, I thought my head was gonna split open. That's when I heard the voice. It was… it was just fucking crazy. The voice, it drowned out absolutely everything else. Ate out the rest of the sounds like they were nothing. And the funniest part, it sounded like it was talking in my head. I… wait actually no, scratch that. I heard the voice before that. The voice it… sounded like it was speaking beneath me. Maybe that's why the earthquake happened. Well uh… it doesn't really matter. I fell down there anyway
Dr. ████: Is there by any chance that you fell into a dark enclosing? Does something like that sound familiar?
Jonathan: No, sorry. I got out of the room right after I fell in. Happened pretty much simultaneously. I was opening that door right away when I saw it. There was noth- or wait I forgot. I actually remember what it said. The dialect it used it… those word's ain't gonna leave my mind any time soon. “What is”… wait just give me a sec. [pause] “What is secured must be broken. What is”… what was it? uh… oh right “What is locked must be set free. What is protected must be” [pause] “left to destroy. The one true key cannot be imprisoned” That's what it said. It's burned into my brain
Dr. ████: Is there anything else you want to tell me?
Jonathan: … no
Dr. ████: That completes my interview then. If you have nothing else to add, I'll be concluding our session
Jonathan: It's bout time. I'm done. I've done my part
End log
Addendum SCP-XXXX-2-03
Mustafa: Are we starting? Do you have to say my name like that everytime? Anyway,
Dr. ████████: it's just protocol that's all
point noted
Addendum SCP-XXXX-2-04
Dr. ██████: So Jan, how are you feeling today?
Jan: What do you want me to say?
Dr. ██████: Anything at all. I'm here to listen.
Dr. ██████: What did this entity say Jan exactly?
Jan: It only spoke two words, that I’m certain. If you asked me, the language it spoke sounded very ancient but comprehensible if you get what I mean, probably some variant of english that no one speaks seriously anymore, so I can't tell what it was trying to say exactly. If I had to do a wild guess though, it sounded something in the lines of “dice in ray” [pause] so maybe “it dies in israel”? Probably something that sounds similar to “die” and “ear way”, maybe “I read” or “eye red” for the second one, but seriously I can't-
Dr. ██████: Do you possibly mean “Dies Irae”?
Jan: [silence]
Dr. ██████: Jan?
Jan: How did you know that? Oh wait I see now, so this is all a big joke then? So you guys knew all this shit all along? It's all just one big stupid prank at the end of the day, is that it? Very very funny. So what, do you-
Dr. ██████: My apologies Jan, but I didn't mean to surprise you. I have simply connected a reappearing narrative to your story. You see, other personnel who have interacted with SCP-XXXX, have also claimed to see or hear the words “Dies Irae” somewhere within their … journey if you will. It's quite the coincidence I must say
Jan: Others? There's other guys who saw it? Just like me? W-where are they right now? Can I see them after this? Are they-
Dr. ██████: They're doing fine Jan but we cannot afford to sidetrack now, not when we’re doing so well. You're doing a very good job Jan. Now, if you could explain
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures:
SCP-XXXX current containment sustainability is obscure.
SCP-XXXX containment cell is to be secured within a built-in munitions storage bunker, that should contain an earthquake-resistant structure and sustain over 54 PJ of energy. SCP-XXXX containment complex is to follow the basic structural plan of a blast shelter unit.
The combined units walls are to measure over 15 inches thick, and 4 vertical lift doors 20 tons each are to serve as the only way of entrance to the Waiting Chamber. The doors are to be comprised of a titanium shell, with their interior made up of a mix of different material padding. The combined door infrastructure should withstand over 500 MPa of force.
Each door is to connect to 4 separate chambers (3 Clearance Chambers followed by a Waiting Chamber), that upon closing should seal its confinement in an airtight vacuum. A steady supply of oxygen is to be pumped into the chambers via a gas ventilation system during use.
During a breach scenario, the oxygen valves are to be sealed and Sarin gas is to be released to incapacitate the threat. After the threat has been neutralized, the contents of the chamber are to be cleaned out by a set of chemical air filters and a decontamination shower system.
The doors are to be operated via a wireless access control system, with its only control panel located at the Unit ██ command center.
Each chamber is to contain a Seismometer, that are to send a warning signal to the command center upon detecting over 5 PSI of force. If the Seismometer are to detect over 10,000 PSI of force within SCP-XXXX containment cell, the facilities grounds are to be placed under lock-down until the situation can be fully assessed.
No degree of technical equipment is to be used to contain or examine SCP-XXXX. Surveillance in the Waiting Chamber is to be directly placed on the containment cells front walls and are to not have the interior of SCP-XXXX in their line of sight. Other hardware such as audio feeds do not need to be placed in restrained areas, and are to be used for communication only.
For all sessions except the standard Human Subject Research (HSR) trial, no less than 2 personnel are to present near SCP-XXXX containment cell at all times.
Experimentation Procedures:
The HSR trials are to be done on a biweekly basis, and personnel that have been registered as cast members are to be ready to follow the scheduled program by the beginning of the week.
An individual Class D personnel is to be chosen to undertake the HSR trial. Before the HSR trial is to begin, personnel are to be well fed and are to undergo specialized psychiatric exercises under Dr. █████, to improve their mental state and capacities.
Personnel are to be brought into the Waiting Chamber under a restraint that restricts any mobility (most preferably a █████-██ Harness), and are to remain there until further instructions are given. The entrance gate to the Waiting Chamber is to be properly sealed, and no further actions are to be taken until all the doors are fully secured behind the personnel.
Personnel are to be well reminded via a PA system to immediately exit the cell upon hearing the high pitched “whistling” signal playing at a ████ Hz frequency. Personnel are to recite their instructed agenda, before they are to proceed to open the door to SCP-XXXX cell. Personnel's restrains are to be set free via a remote control system. Personnel are to be then told to enter the cell where SCP-XXXX abides and proceed with the instructed agenda.
Personnel are to remain interacting with SCP-XXXX for a period of 60 hours, unless undocumented anomalies are to arise or if they are to exit the cell by their own conscious will before the Whistling signal is sent.
No alarming activity within the containment cell will be detected within this time period, that could raise any attention or special precautions to be undertaken.
If personnel are to refuse to cooperate during any time of the HSR trial or if complications are to arise, they are to be apprehended in the shortest time possible by a team of ███-██████ androids.
No personnel are to physically interact with the HSR subject, once the trial has officially begun. No personnel are to reside within the Clearance Chambers or the Waiting Chamber at all times while the HSR trial is underway. Androids are to guide the personnel through the Clearance Chambers, and are to remain on standby within the third Clearance Chamber in case of an emergency. Androids are not to be used during the HSR trial, until the personnel has exited the containment cell.
At any type of experimental conclusion, personnel are to serve a life sentence under appropriate solitary confinement conditions. Depending on the results of the personnel's examination after the HSR trial, they are to either be disposed of immediately or be sent to undergo a ██████ ██████████ therapy for further testing.
SCP-XXXX case is still ongoing
Description:
SCP-XXXX is believed to be a metaphysical large scale entity located in an unverified dimensional space, that is capable of manifesting through an unestablished ability within the field of extrasensory perception, a paradoxical state of conscience within a certain area. SCP-XXXX is devoid of any substance such as sound, heat or light when analyzed on the outside.
SCP-XXXX is located in an underground (30 feet below-ground) complex at the ███████████ Facility in Area-0█ Unit ██-█, where it is believed to reside in an estimated 4 m × 4 m × 4 m room labeled as its containment cell. The hatch to SCP-XXXX containment cell resembles that of an old standard █████ security door, which model type is no longer in use by the SCP Foundation. All attempts to replace the hatch or the cell to a more suitable containment standard have failed, as no available means of demolition have succeeded in breaching into SCP-XXXX containment cell. Henceforth, the door and the cell itself have been labeled as a part of SCP-XXXX.
Excavation and relocation plans of SCP-XXXX containment cell have not been undertaken, due to the high priority Keter class SCP’s that are also stored at the facility. It is due to the nature of these SCP’s and their constrained containment procedures that the O5 council has deemed the project unsafe. The currently implemented containment procedure of SCP-XXXX has been classified as safe, and no further construction plans are to be conducted unless directed by Class A personnel.
Only singular personnel are capable (or as speculated permitted) in opening the door to the final containment cell, due to the effects of SCP-XXXX. If more than one personnel is to gather inside of the Waiting Chamber, the door to SCP-XXXX cell will not open upon contact, and will remain sealed shut. Synthetics cannot affect the mechanism of the hatch and only contact from human tissue is capable of operating the doors levers. While a personnel is within SCP-XXXX, no other personnel will be capable of entering its containment cell, even if they are to follow the correct procedure. Personnel performing the HSR trial will not be capable of retrieval if other individuals are to reside within the Waiting Chamber.
Other living specimen such as plants and animals that have been tested on SCP-XXXX appear to simultaneously vanish from the Waiting Chamber were they have been left, once they aren't under direct physical supervision by more than two personnel. The amount of living matter placed within the Waiting Chamber does not make a difference to the anomaly. As long as the composition of the material is completely biological and still living, it will disappear and no longer become traceable.
The appearance of SCP-XXXX cannot be described by a matter of account. From the records of the encounters past personnel and other subjects have made with SCP-XXXX, none have managed to reach a conclusive answer, as all records about SCP-XXXX can vary drastically in description from one another.
Records of its transfer into the care of the SCP Foundation and its containment in the ███████████ Facility are also very vague, as upon further questioning the team that operated its transportation and documentation, all personnel involved in the case refused to believe SCP-XXXX possible existence, and instead claimed that SCP-XXXX was either merely an idea in their mind, or that it was something they personally made up. Records made by these personnel about SCP-XXXX are to be secured under the containment vault ███████ located in Sector ██-█, and any new documents made under the influence of SCP-XXXX are to be stored there also, for future examination. No authentic records detailing SCP-XXXX exact transfer date and its origins exist. SCP-XXXX has been in the care of the SCP foundation since 191█.
All personnel who interact with SCP-XXXX, suffer a severe degree of amnesia or memory blackout either during or after their encounter with it, and their lost memories about the whereabouts of SCP-XXXX cannot be obtained again or reconstructed by any from of advanced treatment or by modern medical sciences. While all personnel who interact with SCP-XXXX will remember something about it, there will overall be very few memories of the encounter, and these scarce recollections will tend to be short and random. SCP-XXXX will only manipulate memories about itself, and no other information in a subjects conscience appears to be tempered with.
However contrary to past documents, SCP-XXXX appears to have degraded in power within the last century, and is no longer capable of having a long term link with the subjects it manipulates. In its current state, SCP-XXXX can only influence subjects while they are within the premises of SCP-XXXX.
It cannot be determined if the memories of a subject are heavily manipulated by SCP-XXXX on encounter, or if what is experienced is indeed what is occurring. Various efforts have been made to attempt and cancel out SCP-XXXX psychic effects when entering into its “room”. Despite these attempts, no equipment has succeeded in completing its objective and those that have been taken with the personnel, will fall victim to the disappearing anomaly that occurs with any item that is brought into SCP-XXXX.
SCP-XXXX does not appear to be aggressive in nature and is not believed to attempt to physically control the actions of a subject, or overtake their control of their body. However, SCP-XXXX will frequently and willingly harass and steal from a subject when it comes to memories and items, and will leave a subject with nothing but their bare body and their basic memories once they leave its direct influence. When questioned about what occurred to the things they brought with them, personnel will claim that they had already vanished from their ownership unbeknownst to them, that must have transpired when they were not paying direct attention to it.
By modern terms, SCP-XXXX does not exist in the basis of reality and is simply a concept of imagination.
All attempts to capture SCP-XXXX by footage to prove its physical existence have ended in failure, as all obtainable devices suffer the same type of malfunction during their rendering. Devices that allow direct control by an individual will fail upon contact with SCP-XXXX. Similar to that of optical devices, any other type of machinery such as in the field of robotics will systematically collapse when attempting to directly engage with SCP-XXXX. By the technology that the SCP Foundation possesses, no device has succeeded in capturing the essence of SCP-XXXX, or provide any relevant information about it.
Apart from the damage to the memory, no other form of traceable physical injuries are brought or developed by those who interact with SCP-XXXX.
The only proof of SCP-XXXX existence come from the inconsistent accounts given by the personnel that have interacted with SCP-XXXX. It is by these accounts, that a speculated shape and motive can be pieced together to attempt and describe SCP-XXXX. While most records on their own provide little information about SCP-XXXX, together these records have succeeded in constructing an outline about the possible events that might transpire when encountering SCP-XXXX and its capabilities.
Upon immediately coming in contact with the presence of SCP-XXXX, subjects will fall into a deep trance, where the manipulation of their conscience is believed to begin to take effect. Personnel appear to enter a dream state upon entering the final containment cell and similar to that of a dream, personnel will not be capable of recalling events in a consistent manner after they exit SCP-XXXX “room”. When questioned, personnel will even oftentimes claim to have dreamt the whole experience, and will rebuttal statements that suggest otherwise.
Personnel will be capable of remembering the majority of their instructed agenda while within SCP-XXXX, yet will unable to re-approach the door so to exit the room, as personnel will claim to unable to find it once they have passed through it. Personnel will also be unable to remain put or refuse to interact with the atmosphere around them, as one way or another personnel will find themselves performing the same documented tasks.
Personnel that are placed under the effects of SCP-XXXX will not feel a strong pull to enter its domain, and if attempted can be detained fairly easily before they enter SCP-XXXX containment cell. If not interrupted however, the personnel will naturally enter into SCP-XXXX cell. If personnel are weighed down by restraints, they will remain motionless and unresponsive upon opening the hatch, until interrupted by physical touch. The hatch to SCP-XXXX cell will immediately be self sealed by an unknown force, once outside interference is brought near SCP-XXXX.
Once personnel enter the containment cell and the hatch automatically closes behind them, according to infrared radiation readings they will appear to walk to the center of the room and remain motionlessly standing there, until vanishing from radar after 73 hours.
When asked about the appearance of the "room", the records will describe it being nearly completely empty, with all six sides being perfectly symmetrical to one another, in every shape and form. Despite the rooms appearance being devoid of any complex design, personnel will describe having a strong sensation of feeling cramped while within it, and will complain about the difficulty of breathing. When asked to describe the rooms structure in more detail, majority of the records will also describe its base materials similarly, with its appearance being akin to that of polished limestone, found around the late medieval period. Personnel will feel obligated to resemble its overall appearance to that of an European crypt, despite them not claiming to see any notable characteristic to point at the possibility of it being an underground mausoleum.
Despite the room being quite barren, an object similar to that of a table will confront the subject at the center of the farthest wall to the door, with another enigmatic object placed on its surface. The exact nature of these items is uncertain, as none of the accounts of its description share common themes. However despite their ambiguity, the object on the surface that has been labeled as SCP-XXXX-1, will always bear a function similar to that of a box, with its dimensions being somewhere around 25 cm × 20 cm × 10 cm. The table below SCP-XXXX-1 will also always remain frozen in its place, incapable of movement. A carved shape will reside on SCP-XXXX-1 flat surface, bearing an unexplainable design but having the notable characteristic of eight pointed corners and overall dawning a stern and intricate mood. No other notable features can be found on SCP-XXXX-1 apart for the shape described and its dark tones. SCP-XXXX-1 will remain attached on the table unable to be removed, but will be possible to move around on the tables surface, similar to that of a magnet on a metallic surface.
If personnel go to open SCP-XXXX-1, they will claim to find various items within it, with the majority resembling neatly polished and completely wooden figurines. The exact number for the amount of these objects within the box is unknown, as due to the events that are caused to transpire when attempting to physically analyze them, a proper count can not be made. If speculated, not more than 32 should be possible to fit inside of the box, unless SCP-XXXX-1 also bears the ability to manipulate the physics of mass. A single figurine will barely fit inside of a personnel's palm, and will leave an overall bulky impression. The figurines will appear extremely well cut and carved, and each one will have the same pale brown tone. Each figurine will be found neatly placed on top of each other, and six different variants of these objects will be possible to find. A common characteristics these figurines will all share, is their humanoid appearance. Yet it is important to note that records will hardly describe them as human, as apart from their human like stature, the only other human characteristics they will have is two piercing eyes, opened up wide. Their faces will be completely blank apart from the eyes and each figurine will wear a string like cloth wrapped tightly alongside their bodies, with nothing but their faces and hands exposed. The most notable of these objects will be that of a creature, holding a blunt weapon evenly alongside its both hands. An oddly carved hat will reside on its head, appearing to be made out of stone. Similarly to this figurine, a second variant will bear nearly all of the same characteristics, except for the positions of its hands and head. The head will be heavily tilted to one of its shoulders, and one hand will reside on the base of that sides cheek offering it support, while the other will grip that hands wrist. The third variant will also follow closely in suit to the other two figurines. Holding a thin staff in one hand and wearing a flat elongated hat, this creature will form an odd gesture in its free hand, exposing its palm in the process. The fourth variant, will resemble a stone slab instead of a creature. Completely empty, the only notable trait it will possess is a parabola like shape, possibly indicating a monument. The fifth variant, will combine two different features. Riding a four legged beast, the creature saddling it will appear to be forcefully merged within the beasts back, yet will display no signs of struggle. For the final variant, the creature carved on the figurine will grip a plank in front of it nearly the same size of its own body, as if attempting to hide behind it.
When a personnel attempts to grip any of these figurines, a string of occurrences will transpire in an orderly fashion. Due to the convolution of these events, the occurrences have been labeled as Document SCP-XXXX-1 A-E, so to allow further analysis.
It is after the instances of Document SCP-XXXX-1 A-E that the events surrounding SCP-XXXX become most erratic. Majority of the personnel will no longer be capable of recalling much else than what was stated. The personnel that reach this state, will claim to find themselves suddenly lost in a pitch black void, devoid of any substance or weight. Personnel will appear healthy and stable, despite enduring the previous occurrences. The personnel will be able to see (such as their limbs) and sense (such as feel) their own presence, but will unable to move from their place and will either remain motionless, find themselves stuck walking in the same spot or spinning out of control. Nothing of note will transpire while personnel are trapped in this void.
It is around this moment that these personnel will suddenly hear the Whistling signal, and despite doing something intensely moments ago, will find themselves somehow unconsciously standing before the exiting door and going through it. The personnel will not gain their own conscious will until they completely stand inside of the Waiting Chamber and the door fully closes behind them.
Personnel will only now find themselves wondering about the time, and the necessity to consume food. If the personnel are asked to attempt and re-enter the cell or to answer questions, even under pressure the personnel will involuntarily moments later collapse and remain in an unbreakable sleep, and will not awaken unless they are carried outside of the area.
While under sleep, the subjects brain activity will remain stable and will not display any irregular behavior. Personnel will wake fairly easily once brought outside of SCP-XXXX containment unit and if undisturbed, will wake after a period of 30 minutes.
Upon being brought back to health, the personnel will no longer be able to open the door to SCP-XXXX containment cell like they could before, even if done under the correct procedure.
If a personnel is to die from symptoms such as exhaustion, starvation or dehydration within SCP-XXXX, their bodies will no longer be possible to retrieve, as all traces of their presence will inexplicably vanish upon death. The Whistling signal, is currently the only substantiate method of retrieving personnel from SCP-XXXX before their death. Upon playing, personnels mental link with SCP-XXXX will be severed removing them from the trance effect, causing SCP-XXXX to reject them and cast them out of its space.
Similar to that of biological matter, any other equipment lost inside of SCP-XXXX will disappear, unless they are to be retrieved within a hour of their loss. If the retrieval is to be done in a timely matter, the missing equipment will always be found around the premises of the “room”, only meters away from the containment cells door.
It has been proposed by some Class C personnel that other SCP’s should be used to attempt and crack down on SCP-XXXX. However, due to the unpredictable abilities of SCP-XXXX, an extreme precaution has been raised by the O5 council regarding the matter. Due to the proposal made by the Class C personnel, a decree has been created that states;
If the decision to use other SCP’s to attempt and further analyze SCP-XXXX is to ever be undertaken in the near future, new specialized testing is to be performed beforehand using excessive resources, so to receive restrictive answers about SCP-XXXX and according to the results of this extensive research, a collective congress vote of Class A personnel is to approve of each to be used SCP’s separately
It has been speculated that due to the effects of SCP-XXXX, majority of the SCP’s that are currently preserved by the SCP Foundation, might be consumed by SCP-XXXX upon contact and no longer be possible to retrieve. SCP’s used to contain or communicate with SCP-XXXX could either completely vanish from the traceable existence or lose their sentience upon contact and be presumed brain dead.
Although 89% of the personnel who reemerge from SCP-XXXX will return as normal Class D subjects, a 12% variant will return back as SCP-XXXX-2. A SCP-XXXX-2 will experience a completely different set of events than those found prevalent within the records. A MSE examination diagnosis will label SCP-XXXX-2 as stable and healthy, with occasional light symptoms of trauma.
SCP-XXXX-2 will not appear any different from a regular homo sapien, unless they are to be exposed to certain circumstances. These circumstances that labels them a SCP-XXXX-2, are unable to be verified by medical science, as they do not physically exist inside of SCP-XXXX-2. Modern science is unable to authenticate the abilities of SCP-XXXX-2, as their biological bodies are still 100% human. SCP-XXXX-2 abilities can only be confirmed by witness alone. The O5 council has prohibited the permission to perform a full autopsy on any SCP-XXXX-2, as they have been deemed a valuable asset in studying SCP-XXXX.
From the latest documented records, SCP-XXXX-2 has displayed the ability to perform three different supernatural effects in total. More are believed to exist. Apart from these three abilities, SCP-XXXX-2 will also be able to recall memories that were believed to be obsolete, although their IQ overall will not rise significantly. Memories that should have been impossible to recall such as one's birth will be remembered with extreme precision. Although SCP-XXXX-2 sharp memory is a scientific marvel, these recollections appear to be hand picked and SCP-XXXX-2 will not be capable of recalling any exact memory in their past in full detail.
When it comes to other capacities, SCP-XXXX-2 will still hold the same regular limits and necessities for a human and will not show any signs of unpredictable aggression. SCP-XXXX-2 will not claim to have a connection to SCP-XXXX or be able to communicate with it, and will claim to still be their old selves despite their new features. It is unknown what the purpose of SCP-XXXX-2 is, or why SCP-XXXX deems it necessary to grant subjects these kinds of abilities.
However, SCP-XXXX-2 will feel a strong desire to meet other SCP’s of their nature, despite not knowing their whereabouts. When questioned about their motive, SCP-XXXX-2 will claim to only wish to “share their thoughts” with the SCP’s, which exact implications are uncertain. If a SCP-XXXX-2 is to get a hold of the existence of other SCP’s, they will constantly pester personnel to let them see their so called “brethren”. By the collective decision of the O5 council, such a request may currently not be fulfilled any time in the future. Much more potentially dangerous and uncontainable abilities could be developed or unleashed by SCP-XXXX-2 if their request it to be fulfilled, that could cause SCP-XXXX to rank to Class Keter. The O5 council has deemed research regarding this possibility unnecessary, as not enough data about SCP-XXXX has yet been collected to undergo this decision in a safe manner.
It is speculated, that certain types of genetic compositions based on origins can trigger events to occur within SCP-XXXX or for more memories to be kept after the experience. It has been theorized that SCP-XXXX will genetically mutate these specified genomes in a subject on a non-biological level, creating them into a SCP-XXXX-2. The exact type of DNA traits that could cause these occurrences has yet to be determined by the SCP Foundation.
Numerous inquiries made by various specialists have been performed on SCP-XXXX-2 ever since their release from SCP-XXXX. However, only four logs have been selected to be published, as they have been deemed the most resourceful when attempting to understand SCP-XXXX. These interviews were kept uncut, so to allow a throughout study of SCP-XXXX-2 conscience
Addendum SCP-XXXX-2-01
Addendum SCP-XXXX-2-02
Addendum SCP-XXXX-2-03
Addendum SCP-XXXX-2-04
The abilities of SCP-XXXX-2:
- “Inferno Oven”: It has been observed, that when SCP-XXXX-2 is required to pay intensive attention to a subject, a #f05e23 luminescent phenomenon will appear on SCP-XXXX-2 chest. Able to pierce through any layer of fabric and covering the area where the heart is located, a circular vivid light will seep through SCP-XXXX-2 skin and strongly radiate from the body. This ability, will appear as if a strong light source was located underneath the skin only mere layers away from the outside, and will also display movement similar to that of a candle flame. CTA, MRA, PET and MRI scans have failed to pick up any signs of an unknown element within the area of this ability. It is unknown if this ability allows SCP-XXXX-2 to increase their brain activity, of if it is merely a byproduct of them attempting to focus. The ability will fade once SCP-XXXX-2 has stopped being attentive to a topic
- “Night Eater”: A SCP-XXXX-2 is no longer able to see darkness whenever their eyes are opened, as they have developed a permanent ability to perceive their surroundings, even in low light conditions. SCP-XXXX-2 will only be capable of seeing the world in a single tone of light, and will unable to be affected by extreme light (such as looking at the sun). SCP-XXXX-2 will be capable of performing tasks in a steady pace under any type of lighting and will not be disturbed by changes in visual perception. No new layers of tissue appears to have been developed in SCP-XXXX-2 eyes to allow them to perform this ability. No detectable damage has been sustained to SCP-XXXX-2 eyes due to this ability
- “The Spirits Roar“: When a SCP-XXXX-2 speaks, their regular voice will max around 100 decibels in volume. Even if asked to whisper, the lowest SCP-XXXX-2 will be capable of tuning their voice is around 95 decibels. However at their limit, SCP-XXXX-2 voice is capable of reaching up to 140 decibels in volume. This ability does not originate within SCP-XXXX-2 vocal cords, and will therefore not be damaged when they speak. Researchers are to wear combat arms earplugs when conducting testing near SCP-XXXX-2
Upon coming in contact with the skin, any selected figurine will become hazardous after 10 seconds of initial contact. If a personnel still happens to be holding a figurine, bodily fluids within the area of the flexor retinaculum muscles and above will burst out of the skin, forming various deep cuts alongside the palm of the hand. The fluids will not gain any major velocity once released, and will instead travel alongside the personnel's skin. The amount of blood described in the records fits within the Class IV Hemorrhage classification, however despite the extensive loss of blood, personnel will not experience any of the symptoms associated with it. Personnel will describe the feeling of the injury to various different sensation, such as being cut by glass, severely burned by a hot object or frozen stiff by the cold. Upon release from the personnel's hand, all of the figurines will begin to display aggressive animation, and will emit a sound of snapping or cracking wood, far louder that the size of their shapes. The surrounding room will also begin to display activity alongside SCP-XXXX-1. All six sides of the room will begin to tremble displaying seismic activity, yet will emit a sound similar to that of numerous stomping feet, running repeatedly across its surface. Within an uncertain time period, the figurines will begin to crack open, releasing what is best described as black winged lifeforms. The bodies of these beings will be coated within a layer of dense red fluids, preventing a proper observation. A white beak will reside on the center of its body, possibly measuring around 40 centimeters in length. Their black fully feathered wings, will bear a span twice bigger than their own body mass. As soon as the lifeforms hatch, they will start to crowd around the edge of the table, and begin to produce a distinct vocal sound. If set voice is attempted to be described, the most familiar sound personnel will tend to relate it to is that of a four legged chair being dragged across a hard surface, which has a tendency to evoke a very irritating sensation within a person. The beings will cast their voices at the personnel for a time being as if performing a crude orchestra, only to proceed to leap from the table in a synchronized fashion and erupt on impact. As if their innards were composed of an explosive material, upon landing the lifeforms body will very quickly scatter across the entirety of the room. Due to its high explosive charge, personnel will inevitably find themselves covered in the beings remains. The remains, will most often feel similar to that of snow and will feel just as cold, but will not melt and will bear a pitch black color
Once the remains have made contact with the personnel's skin for some time, they will begin to display growth. During this expansion on a subjects body, these remains will begin to shift from a snow like element, to that of melting wax. This now transformed snow will be impossible to extract from the skin once it has attached itself to it and will spread in a steady pace, until it encompasses the entirety of a subjects body. When the wax begins to stretch out and grow, personnel will best describe its spread feeling as if numerous pieces of tape were being repeatedly ripped off their skin. When attempting to sense the wax, the personnel will unable to make a distinction between it and the rest of their skin. Once the wax has completely grown over a patch of the body, within a period of mere seconds that body part will begin to grow sore and then limb, displaying symptoms of low blood circulation. It is due to this effect, that the personnel will find themselves becoming paralyzed. The wax will only seize its progress around the base of the eyes, and will continue spreading into areas such as the throat, ears and nose. Personnel will not lose their ability to hear or breathe due to the wax entering further into their body, and will instead be unable to cough or display aggravation. The room will begin to seize activity once the personnel is fully paralyzed, and its contents will vanish from their sight within this time. From what a personnel will be able to see, various air pockets or blisters will begin to form on their skin, once they have been completely immobilized. These numerous blisters will move along the body as if boiling, displaying inner activity. This activity will be sensed on every part of the personnel's body, except from where their body touches the ground. The blisters will then proceed to burst open, releasing what is assumed to be a swarm of black arachnids like creatures. The sizes of these creatures vary, as due to the numbers released from the skin, the arachnids will cram together when active and prevent a proper observation
The drove of unperceived arachnids will not attempt to interact with the personnel, and will instead rush to cover all the layers of the room. These small creatures will not stop emerging from the skin, until every side of the room is covered with their black bodies. A rim will be created around the personnel's body, of which none of the creatures will cover. Activity will begin to seize once more, as the arachnids will remain still within the room, producing no sound of their own. Although its borders could still be made out, it is not long after they are covered by the creatures that the room will begin to dimmer, until its space will turn into a pitch black lighting. Nothing but the formed rim around the personnel and their body will be visible within the room. It is when the room has become completely dark that the personnel will begin to notice humanoid like activity. Although unable to be directly observed, personnel will sense intensive activity being performed by numerous individuals. Personnel will describe seeing moving shadows within the dark, that will resemble that of tall people, stretching up to 20 feet in height. These shadows, will appear to be observing the personnel as if meaning to approach them, yet when the personnel will attempt to look at them directly, they will vanish from the area they once resided in. Personnel will only be capable of seeing them at the corner of their vision, barely out of sight. Those shadows that will not be staring down at the personnel, will appear to be running nonsensically back and forth within a space with extreme speed, as if performing an odd dance. Although the personnel will unable to see a single one of these shadows, they will describe with certainty that they had sensed a massive group of entities, residing within the room next to them. Some personnel will describe hearing inaudible whispering, that will be spoken by aggressive voices near the moving shadows. Personnel will unable to comprehend the spoken speech yet will recognize the voices, as if they had heard it multiple times before in the past. As the personnel attempt to grasp their situation, multiple soggy hands will emerge from below them, and lift them from the floor. Personnel will unable to observe these hands, as they will grip their head from behind in place, forcing them to look straight up. These hands will levitate the personnel in mid space, and once they have been evenly spread out, personnel will no longer be able to sense the hands that lifted them. While the personnel remain locked in place, a face will emerge from the darkness about 15 centimeters away from their own, in a fashion similar to that of slowly rising out of a pool of water. A large toothless grin will reside on the face, and its eyes will appear calm and unresponsive. This face will drip with a dense fluid that will cause its skin to slowly melt off, revealing a skeletal structure beneath it made out of glass. The face will have the same facial features as those found on the personnel, causing some to believe that they were looking at a mirror. Those personnel who will attempt to shutter their eyes will no longer be capable of doing so, and will be forced to stare at the face without blinking. Alongside the rest of its tissue, the eyes on the face will also begin to melt, causing its dripping fluid to make contact with the personnel's eyes and blinding them in the process
Once the personnel's vision has been impaired, they will feel themselves slamming against the floor and in the process regaining their mobility. Personnel will be capable of blinking once more and after doing so several times, will regain their vision. All sustained injuries will vanish from the personnels body and will appear fully healed. However once they have regained their health, personnel will notice their lack of hearing, and will be unable to perceive sound. As their vision returns, personnel will now find themselves in a completely different space. Wherever the personnel will look, all they will be capable of seeing is a checker patterned texture. Extreme disorientation, dizziness and migraines will be experienced by the personnel when attempting to look at their surroundings. As the personnel will attempt to gain a foothold, they will spot a blue animal running past them. Resembling that of a lagomorph, it is due to this animal that the personnel will discover that they reside in a corridor like complex. The personnel will unable to follow the animal, as they will find themselves frequently slamming into walls or tripping over their feet. However, once the personnel have made progress in stabilizing themselves, they will unable to discover an end to the complex, as it will appear to be devoid of a destination point. Traces of the animal will by this point already be long gone
Within a mere blink, personnel will once more find themselves in a completely different place. Before them, a single round eye reaching up to 30 feet in diameter will stare down at them, displaying no movement. Although appearing human, each one of its three main properties will bear colors not biologically familiar to those found on a human eye. Its sclera will be completely pitch black blending into the foreground, while its pupil will be crimson red and its iris a woven mix of many different shades of gold. A clear reflectance of the surrounding world will reside on the eyes surface. The eye will levitate approximately 20 feet from the group, silently floating in place. While the personnel will once more be capable of standing on their feet without swaying, sickness will continue to be prevalent. A symptom will arise within a personnel while they occupy this realm, causing a strong shortage of breath and a difficulty in perception. Personnel will describe a bizarre phenomenon occurring on repeat within the atmosphere, that best fits with the description of a dolly zoom effect. While the world will appear to be shifting back and forth, the personnel and the eye will remain in place, unaffected. All around the personnel, massive flames of various sizes will be active, grouping in straight continuous lines and spreading across a perfectly flat landscape. The eye will appear to be unaffected by the flames, despite them continually grazing its surface. Personnel will be capable of hearing these flames, confirming them the retrieval of their hearing. Personnel will be incapable of interacting with these flames as when attempting to approach them, no distance will be gained between them. While the sky will be devoid of any color or features, the floor itself will be a perfect mirror, reflecting the surface with extreme precision. However, when the personnel attempt to look below their feet, the same eye as before them will appear to be looking directly up at them, rather than having a proper reflection of its own. The injury found in Document SCP-XXXX-1-A will recur but on a much larger scale. Gashes will take longer to form but will appear on every part of the body, soaking the personnel completely in their own blood. Although personnel will not be incapacitated due to the loss of blood, they will describe having an overwhelming sensation of their internal organs melting. Once the personnel's blood has made contact with the glass floor, a brown bramble type plant life will begin to rapidly sprout from their accelerating pool of blood. Each one of these plant offspring's will separate from one another within a 10 inch space, and will grow as single vine strands. These vines will display sentience, and will be capable of sustaining a solid structure without any support. Once a vine has grown long enough, it will reach out for the personnel and wrap tightly around their nearest body part. Although the personnel will be capable of repelling these vines, due to their amount the personnel will eventually find themselves being overpowered. The plants will continue to sprout and enrapture the personnel, until they find themselves completely encased in a bundle of thorns
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| sample_code#██1████ Operation Soul Dancer. A set of recovered images taken from a probes memory, that was sent to investigate the essence of SCP-XXXX. The recurring malfunction has been dubbed “Blackveil“. Image was taken around 134 minutes real time, since the beginning of the Operation. The images context is uncertain |
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| sample_code#██2████ Operation Soul Dancer. Image was taken around 289 minutes since the beginning of the Operation. The images context is uncertain |
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| sample_code#██3████ Operation Soul Dancer. Image was taken around 413 minutes since the beginning of the Operation. The probe was recovered at 420 minutes. The images context is uncertain |