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Photo of SCP-4151 before containment

Item #: SCP-4151

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4151 is to be kept in it’s original location in which it was discovered at all times, and should be contained at site ██. SCP-4151 is not to be activated at any time, as doing such would be extremely dangerous. A 33 m x 33 m x 12 m carbon steel room 7 cm thick, with one entry door, surrounds SCP-4151. Inside the chamber, another carbon wall has been surrounded around SCP-4151, which is 12 m x 12 m x 12 m, also 7 cm thick, with metallic glass serving as windows to observe SCP-4151. Only level 3 personal and above are allowed in the first containment cell of SCP-4151.

Description: SCP-4151 is a steam train located in Northern Nevada, and discovered in 19██. SCP-4151 looks to be at least 150 years of age. It is 19.2 meters long and 6 meters tall. SCP-4151 appears as if it is a normal functioning train, unless any subject, animal or human, is in a 10.6 meter radius of the train, in which tentacle like wires expand from the front of the train. The front of the train opens up, revealing a hole with a diameter of 3.1 meters, and grabs any subjects within its vicinity. SCP-4151 then [DATA EXPUNGED] the subject and pulls them into the train through the hole it’s created at the front. SCP-4151 seems to be able to puncture nearly all types of material, with no struggle seen from SCP-4151 while doing so. It is unknown how many wires SCP-4151 has at will, but the most recorded has been 214. After SCP-41251 has [DATA EXPUNGED] all subjects within its radius, the wires reform the front of the train again, and appears to be, once again, harmless. Every time a subject is pulled into SCP-4151, loud, rustling mechanical parts can be heard from SCP-4151. SCP-4151 has never been recorded advancing on it's own terms. However, precautions and safety measures should be in act as if it could at any given moment. It is unknown what happens to subjects after they have been pulled in by SCP-4151.

D Class Personnel are to be used immediately to distinguish the dangers that SCP-4151 possesses.

D Class personnel are no longer needed for testing, as threats of SCP-4151 have been discovered.

A request to the 05 council to use SCP-682 for testing against SCP-4151 is being awaited

Addendum: Those assigned to maintain SCP-4151 are to see document 4151 - 1

The following document was discovered at a mining camp near SCP-4151 on June 3rd, 19██
The document is a memoir from a miner by the name of Colton Ridley, and explains the miner's reaction to SCP-4128.

+ SCP-4151 Document 1

We headed out for another day of labor, and I started thinking about my wife again. It was the motivation that got me through everyday, the fact that soon, we would be rich, and it would all pay off. All of it. I hated doing this, it never went anywhere. I never felt alive. I told my crew that it was the bread and butter of my life, but that was just a show.

As we gathered our equipment, we set up camp about 2 miles from [DATA REDACTED] and saw it just sitting there, right on the train tracks. A locomotive steam engine, and it looked no older than a couple years, and seemed to be in fine condition. We were bored as hell, and decided to go and check it out. After all, it looked abandoned anyway. As we all came in agreement that we would check out the train before we started our work, just for a couple of minutes, we started to head over. It wasn’t no more than 50 feet away, wouldn’t take long. Philip led the group, as I went to grab some water while the rest of them headed over. That’s when, and I swear, it happened in just a couple of goddamned seconds, the front of the train was gone, and in its place, these wires that moved incredibly fast. I was caught in a trance looking at this monstrosity of a locomotive. I kept staring, it just happened so quickly, I saw them, all of them, caught in its grasp, screaming like I’ve never heard a man scream before. I couldn’t tell who was who at this point, as they all had the same blood curdling cry for help. Then they were gone. Every last one of them. Then, the train just went back to normal, as if it was used to doing this shit. All those lives gone, in just a matter of a few seconds. The lives those men had, the families, the wives and children they had, who they would never see again. I pray to God that those men are alive, somehow, miraculously. But I know it's not true.