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NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
Under recommendation from Junior Researcher L. Kanaan, the following SCP shall be unlisted and moved to the Log of Anomalous Items due to the lack of any considerable anomalous threat or containment risk.
— Alex Mendez, Senior RAISA Technician, RAISA, 03/14/2009
Item #: SCP-6000
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6000 is to be placed in a small, food safe plastic container. The container is to be located on Shelf 4, Aisle 16 of the cold-storage wing of Mass Containment Depot #13.
Every month, all instances of SCP-6000 (excluding SCP-6000-8) shall be placed in a saucepan of water. The saucepan is to be placed on a heated stove and let sit for 10-12 minutes.
The SCP-6000 instances will then be strained from the pan and run under cool water to ensure no further temperature rise.
Description: SCP-6000 is a group of 9 eggs1. The shell of each SCP-6000 instance exhibits a different color with varying shades of intensity.
SCP-6000-9 is a broken egg shell. The current location of the egg which is theorized to be previously contained within SCP-6000-8 is unknown.
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Item #: SCP-6000
The current known anomalous properties of each SCP-6000 instance are the inability of the egg’s shell to be cracked. Preliminary studies have demonstrated that dropping the SCP-6000 instances from a height of 2 meters does cause any cracking or breakage.
After hard boiling the SCP instances, their egg white and egg yolk will slowly revert back to a liquid state throughout the subsequent month.
SCP-6000 is a banal object. It is useless and poses no risk to breaking the veil of secrecy surrounding the Foundation. It’s best that it be forgotten.
Object Class: Euclid
Further testing of SCP-6000 is suspended at this time. There is no further information available concerning SCP-6000.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6000 is to be held in standard human containment. No interviews with SCP-6000 are authorized at this time.
No personnel may interact with SCP-6000 until a full investigation is completed by Site Director Yoso Sinubulan.
Damn, I really want to be at home right now. You know when you're stuck at work and you just sigh so longingly, anyone who's worked a job that they don’t give a shit about knows what I mean.
Fuck bro, really you know what my job is lol. It's to sit at a desk and write stuff down. I don’t even do anything cool.
I went to college for Fine Arts but now I just sit here all day typing away2.
Description: SCP-6000 is very young (?) gelatinous humanoid of, presumably, Russian ethnicity whose anomalous capabilities are undetermined.
Since manifesting, SCP-6000 has taken numerous erratic actions most notably a constant, profuse laughing intermixed with an occasional loud shriek. It does not require food nor water.
It is running around its containment cell, seemingly not even aware of its surroundings. He appears to be a very free, wild individual.3
SCP-6000 appeared in Mass Containment Warehouse #13 at approximately 3:30 am on July 19th, 2004. It had manifested near the belongings of deceased Researcher Jack Hewitt.
The following are items which were isolated from a drawer in Aisle 39 which contained Researcher Hewitt's possessions.
- Two red pens
- A secondary source historical document describing the onset of what is considered to be the Second Occult War
- One plastic bag of trail mix
- A directory of RASIA Employees
- A photo of Prometheus Lab's CFO Lucius Darby smiling while lighting a stack of Betamax recorders on fire.
- An empty backpack containing miscellaneous refuse (including paper scraps, a discolored egg's shell, dust)
- One heat pad
What a weird guy. Okay I really can’t stand this anymore, I'm gonna ditch work. Yoso probably won’t fire me since I’m the only typist out here but even if he does I’ll be so happy.
There’s a story I used to hear from my dad when I was a kid. His parents had a chicken coop and chickens, obviously, used to lay eggs. And his father gave him the responsibility of eating the eggs or letting them hatch.
I’m not an egg. No one decides my life.
~Researcher Todd
Uploaded to the SCP database on 07/14/2003 7:02 am.
‘Damn, I should've taken another allegra.’ The man who looked like RAISA Technician Mendez thought, as he was bracing himself during a sneeze attack.
He was sitting in a reception area six stories underground in a large, secure complex, but despite this his pollen and ragweed allergy was still affecting him. The pollen buds were probably crawling all the way down the elevator shaft and crossing through the tiny, decayed holes that were littered across the site.
“Hi, ma’am. Do you have any tissues?” said Mendez who was covering the bottom of his face with his hand.
“No” she said flatly without so much as glancing from her computer screen.
‘Fucking hell, what is with this place.’ Mendez thought as he ran to the nearby bathroom for some toilet paper. He would’ve reached for the paper towels but they hadn’t been restocked, since, well ever.
Of all the Sarkic Temples, Chaos Insurgency outposts, and GOC facilities that technician Mendez visited this was by far the most run-down, decrepit piece of shit anomalous site he has ever been too.
He read the dossier for “Mass Containment Warehouse #13” while sitting in ‘Technician Mendez’s car’ and it described an up to date facility with the latest containment arrays and staff quarters. But he decided that the first thing that he wanted to do when he got back to his hidey-hole was to leak the location to the Serpent's Hand. When he visited the library for the first-time, they seemed like the sort who mess up the place.
He came out of the bathroom and sat back down. The squeak of the chair coincided with a loud bang of the corner side door. The handle jiggled and suddenly a large man with a stained lab-coat burst through, shoulder first and fell onto the ground.
“Sir, are you okay?” Mendez said as he jumped forward to help the man.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m good, it's these old doors, you know. Sometimes they need a little push,” the gruff, stocky man said as he grabbed Mendez’s hand.
“Hey, you're the guy from RAISA right?” the man, who obviously, needed a breath mind bellowed.
“Yes, I am. But how did you know?” Mendez was honestly curious. He signed his name on a sign-in sheet but the receptionist hadn’t moved since he came into the room. In fact, Mendez looked over and she was still there, watching something on a screen.
“I knew because you’re the first visitor to come here since I’ve been hired.”
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Quick scratch notes from my trip to Beijing about 6000. Not ready to upload yet, Todd
SCP-6000 is two eggs whose shells have different colors. Recently, another instance was discovered in China by the 953 team. A red-tinged egg.
The egg was found underneath a panel of the head curator’s office in the Beijing Museum of Natural History.
Egg was frozen in a block of ice. The block of ice was chiseled with the character “劍4 inscribed onto its bottom
The curator told the 953 team that the mark on the egg reminded him of untranslated documents that remained in the archive
We saw the documents and at the top of each was written “憤怒的劍5”
Found no record of Eilram, will check the anomalous cities database next week
Translation one of a few docs arebelow
-Junior Researcher A. Kekoa
Translation of “2nd Letter from Ohim to Ram-Ah”
‘Lo! The day of his arrival is coming with pitiless fury and wrath, to make the earth a land of desolation, to wipe out the sinners upon it.’ The Book of Isaiah Verse 13.
Oh, Ram-Ah.
The end times are upon us. The final war has begun in the east. It’s just as the prophet Abraham has warned us.
A caravan is traveling to Jericho and I will rush and bring my family to you. The vizier6 has forbade all men to journey to safer cities, but we have found a caravan traveling to Jericho so I will rush with my family.
The wanderers and poor folk swarm into Eilram like the termites in a log. They tell stories of the slaughter, rage, and death of the peoples of the East.
I spoke to a one-armed merchant Guti7 who hailed from the Land of Mannea. He was begging on the street and after I gave him a sephard8 of bread I asked him how he came here and he said following,
‘Oh friend, be warned. Millions will soon come to escape the chaos of the Xia and the Onged9
Many of us who have run to Eilram are those who have escaped bondage. For when the Onged Ones from the Steppe attack, they are cruel for they kill all living things in a mad tantrum but keep the disabled as slaves.
My party was massacred by one of their marauding gangs and was brought to their capital Lovataar. From there, we were brought forth to the King of the Onged Ones.
I barely looked at the man when I laid my eyes on him, I only gazed at his left arm. It was holding a sword but the color was glazed as if both red and black were pulsating back and forth.
His left arm was filled with purple pustules and the pustules were connected to the base of the sword with extraneous veins that came out and looked like connectors. So the inhuman thing was being held by the King’s hand as well as many limbs.
I then looked at the King who was a hunch-backed old man who was slumped back. His white beard stretched three gira10 and his eyes had many folds which seemed to have forced them shut.
The King arose with eyes closed and cut the throat of five other slaves. The sword chopped the flesh and both the sword and arm convulsed in the blood.
I was afraid for my life but did not speak one word. Thankfully, the King tired and we were let out to the slaveyard.
That was a few months before the Final War began. They rode out into the land of Xia…’
And lo, the one-armed beggar began to cough up bile and so I ran off. I came back the next day but the Guti had died the previous night.
The story is repeated with many of the refugees who flood the city. Some even come from the very Far East, even some claim they are citizens of Xia.
The vizier has proclaimed that talk of the Final War is punishable by exile so it is very difficult to get correct information despite the situation. Sometimes some easterners go mad in the street and babble on about human snakes, flaming children, and titanic spirits but the city guards quickly arrest them.
Translation of “3rd Letter from Ohim to Ram-Ah”
Dear, Ram-Ah
I have decided not to travel to Jericho for great news has spread through the city.
The vizier has expelled all foreigners and easterners who had flooded the city. The uncountable hordes were coming since the Xia had apparently fallen to the Onged Ones or what they call them now, the Daevites.
The vizier has announced that the armies of Issac and Jacob are on-route to us from the Hejaz of the Arabs to protect us from their demonic king, Iog the Mad.
The merchants speak of frightening skirmishes with unnatural men. Of particular focus is of King Iog who is said to fly into daily fits of lunacy and butchers hundreds.
Before the expulsion, a lame Hindu from Indus gathered together a few of us and told us what the rumors were in the Himachal Mountains.
Iog was said to be a farmer born from the Luang Tribe of the Gobi. He was a farmer who sold eggs, chickens, and beetroot in Karakorum.
He was a rich land-owner and was well-known for the quality of produce he supplied. But one day as he was nearing old-age, a lighting bolt struck him.
It was a message from the Pixie of the Earth who had wanted vengeance for all the chickens he had slain in his life.
The God of Earth decried that for each of the eggs and chickens that the Luang Tribe ate in their history, one man would be returned back to her. And so a deep-maroon colored chicken came to Iog and laid a sword inscribed with 憤怒的劍 rather than an egg.
The limp was laughed off but his story gave me an unsettling feeling. There had been so many strange stories from the passersby that I knew for sure that the end of something was happening.
I went to the temple and prayed for salvation. And thank Abraham, it was answered. Issac and Jacob will aid us when the Daveites reach our gate.
And hopefully, they will cut loose the sword from Iog. Let rage never overtake us or our families. God-willing.
“And here in this office is Director Sinubulan,” croaked Kanaan whose voice was hoarse after walking Technician Mendez around the underground facility.
The door to Director Sinubulan’s office was open and sitting in a wheelchair was a decrepit, gaunt old man who was sitting back and sleeping next to an outdated computer monitor.
“Oh, it’s nice to see him I guess. I came from RAISA because I wanted to see the eg…SCP-6000” Mendez corrected himself, he had a habit of stumbling over his words which caused trouble in the past.
“So can we go there now?”
“Of course, I put SCP-6000 in the room right over here.”
At a quick pace, Kanaan dashed over to a nearby conference room and opened the door.
The lights were already on and in the center of a long table was a bowl which contained eight eggs and one broken egg shell.
“Woah, that’s more than I expected!” The man who had a near perfect mirrored face to that of Technician Mendez was shocked because the current draft of SCP-6000 showed only six eggs, still a bountiful number but nine was even better.
He rushed over to the eggs and observed each one. Dark red, light green, aqua, amber, light pink, mustard, gray, lime green, peach, and the broken egg was colored black. Mendez took a mental note of them all.
He was happy that the black egg was cracked because it filled in so many blanks in his head.
“I’m so glad you're interested in 6000, Mendez. Did RAISA find out anything new about them?”
“Oh, more or less. The eggs pop up here or there, you know I'm on a personal quest to find the locations of all of the eggs. Besides that, I do have a short little story that I want to tell you.”
Technician Mendez eyed the gray egg.
“You seem like my kind of guy,” Kanaan said as he slapped Mendez on the back.
“Were you ever an anartist or work in some anomalous lab before you were hired? You have the same passion as those folk. You know I was an anartist before I worked here…”
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Saturday, November 15th 1897
Five days of travel down the river, we came to an Indian Outpost that was manned by three men. The outpost
