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Description: SCP-XXXX is a pair of identical socks, designated SCP-XXXXa and SCP-XXXXb. Each possesses a gray color with a dark green heel and toe. Covering the leg of each sock is a repetitive green zig-zag pattern which terminates at the cuff while continuing along the top half of the sock to the toe. The fabric appears to be a combination of nylon, cotton, and spandex. Each sock weighs 33.42 grams.
The anomalous effects of SCP-XXXX are only evident when both socks sheathe some portion of a living organism. Wearing a single sock, or simply making contact with the socks, will not trigger any anomalous effects, and neither will wearing these socks over another pair of socks. On the other hand, if a test subject wears one sock of the pair and the other sock over it, SCP-XXXX's ability will be activated. Also, it does not appear that SCP-XXXX has any effect on organisms with a lesser mass than that of itself.
The effects of SCP-XXXX on the wearer (designated SCP-XXXX-[test number]) vary by species and significant results are detailed in the table below.

Species	Anomalous Effects	Notes
Human	Within three seconds of wearing SCP-XXXX, bone projections rapidly emerged from various points on the subject's body. Subject (designated SCP-XXXX-1) was killed when multiple rapidly lengthening bone spurs from thoracic vertebrae pierced his lungs. All bone growth ceased after 16 minutes of death.	Testing on the skeleton revealed extremely high concentrations of boron carbide.
Brown rat	SCP-XXXX-2 continued normal activity for sixty-four seconds. The rat grew bone projections similar to those observed in the human subject, though any injuries resulting from self-impalement proved to be nonfatal. SCP-XXXX-2 then grew a thick, dense skull, which it used to breach containment. Conventional bullets proved to be largely ineffective against the subject, which began to expand in size, with notable increases in leg length, allowing for greater speed. SCP-XXXX-2 proceeded to consume █ D-class personnel, though SCP-XXXXa and b fell off its snout in the process and were recovered. Subject was terminated when it broke into a containment cell for SCP-681, upon which it ruptured one of SCP-681's storage containers and suffocated from the resulting effects. SCP-681 was re-contained using normal leakage containment procedures and the corpse of SCP-XXXX-2 was relocated for study.	Due to the size of the socks in comparison to that of rat subject to this test, SCP-XXXXa and b had to be secured over the rat's head. The autopsy of SCP-XXXX-2 revealed that the entire body had been altered drastically over the course of its exposure to SCP-XXXX. Its skeletal structure (containing abnormal concentrations of boron carbide) had expanded to over three times its normal size, with longer, thicker leg bones, a second jaw joint to better distribute bite force (which is an adaptation used by crocodiles to grip prey more effectively), a stronger cranium, and an overall bulkier stature. Increases in musculature were also reported, especially in the medial pterygoids, quadriceps, glutei, and iliopsoas, with higher muscle densities in the chest, which had morphed to possess a leaner, more narrow shape. The Site Director called for a flamethrower to be used in case of any violence from future test subjects, along with reinforced containment doors.
Chimpanzee	Subject SCP-XXXX-4 immediately attempted to attack the D-class personnel that put SCP-XXXX on its feet, but collapsed soon afterward.	Autopsy of SCP-XXXX-4 revealed that the individual was killed when bone spikes extended into its cerebrum.
Goliath beetle	After being placed inside SCP-XXXXa, which itself was placed inside SCP-XXXXb, SCP-XXXX-10 emerged from SCP-XXXX and immediately spat an unknown liquid at the eyes of several of the D-class personnel in the containment chamber. The beetle was observed to have grown several inches larger and bulkier than normal, with large claw-like projections of carapace on its feet. It was then set aflame with the on-hand flamethrower. SCP-XXXX-10 shed its carapace and leaped onto the flamethrower, which it tore at with the claws on its front legs. The containment chamber was evacuated and the room sealed off. The altered subject used its frontal claws to breach containment. The subject was terminated by on-site security by sealing SCP-XXXX-10 in a research lab and filling the room with chlorine gas. The corpse of SCP-XXXX-10 was removed for study.	As with the skeletons of vertebrates involved in testing, the exoskeleton of SCP-XXXX-10 contained high levels of boron carbide. The liquid which SCP-XXXX-10 spat in its containment chamber was determined to be hemolymph. Considering the apparent vulnerability of SCP-XXXX-affected organisms to chlorine, Site Director set the current containment measures stated above in place.
Japanese maple	[DATA EXPUNGED]	Any requests for further testing of SCP-XXXX on plants are to be denied. -O5-█.
Stove-pipe sponge

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Description: SCP-XXXX is a lidded, undecorated mason jar 11 centimeters in height, which was found with roughly 3/4 of its volume filled with honey when discovered. The honey, designated SCP-XXX-A, is currently understood to possess no anomalous properties when located between mean sea level and roughly ±100 meters above and below it. However, its properties appear to undergo drastic changes at significant changes in altitude, as documented in the table below.

~Elevation	~Property Changes
102 meters above sea level	The honey begins to solidify into a hard, translucent yellow solid at this elevation, the extent of which increases with increasing altitude. When this solidified SCP-XXXX-A is heated, it will melt back into normal honey before resolidifying.
3 kilometers above sea level	SCP-XXX-A begins to exhibit electrical conductivity at this altitude, and as it approaches 3.4 km, the honey begins to melt back into liquid form. At roughly 4.2 km, it begins to boil. For the purposes of a test of SCP-XXXX-A's properties above this point, which was conducted on Mount ██████ in ██████, ████████████, 10 mL of the honey was transferred into a sturdier, larger container before being brought higher up. By 5 km in elevation, SCP-XXXX-A has fully adopted a gaseous state.
5.2 kilometers above sea level	If brought to roughly 5.2 kilometers up or higher, the gas will begin to rapidly change properties. Exposure to this vapor state of SCP-XXXX-A was found to cause muscle paralysis and atrophy in the research team associated with the study done at this altitude range. They died around three hours after exposure. The second team carried the XXXX-A sample up in a properly sealed, airtight container and wore gas filtration masks, which were successful in preventing further deaths from poisoning.
6.1 kilometers above sea level	The gaseous form of SCP-XXXX-A violently combusts at this elevation. The researchers conducting the test of SCP-XXXX-A at this elevation were all killed. However, later trials conducted with a series of remote-controlled robots found that cooling the gas to -54ºC or lower significantly delays this from occurring.
10 kilometers above sea level	This trial was conducted aboard a Foundation aircraft, with SCP-XXXX-A cooled to -223ºC to delay combustion for roughly 12 minutes. Upon reaching 10 km, the gas began to corrode through its containment box. Upon breaching containment, it exploded violently, killing the pilot and destroying the plane.
Surface of Earth's Moon, approximately 257,000 miles from sea level on Earth

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be contained by a circular five meter-tall and 0.5 meter-thick steel wall, with three-quarters of its height submerged below the soil, and of a total radius sufficient to contain the full extent of SCP-XXXX, along with fifty feet of un-bored soil away from the furthest extensions of the specimen to act as leeway, should there be some undiscovered tendrils beyond the known radius of the organism. This wall's integrity and the growth of the tendril system must be monitored constantly to guarantee SCP-XXXX cannot pass under or through the boundary wall. No personnel is authorized to come into physical contact with SCP-XXXX.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a large subterranean organism somewhat resembling a specimen of the kingdom Plantae. It stretches roughly 3 kilometers across a valley in the █████ Mountains in northeastern ████. SCP-XXXX consists of an elaborate underground system of tube-like appendages of varying thickness (1 centimeter to up to 4 meters in diameter), most of which are pale cream or an off-white color. These tendrils are unusually durable and possess compressive and tensile strength comparable to that of steel. Testing reveals that the outer layers, or "sheaths," of the appendages are largely composed of a densely packed, highly organized crystalline structure composed of hydroxyapatite, along with several other unidentifiable materials.

SCP-XXXX uses its pale appendages to intake materials from the surrounding soil through small holes, from which they are transported through tunnels inside the appendages via peristalsis, undergoing chemical breakdown along the way due to the copious quantities of bacteria¹ lining the walls of these inner tunnels. It is known that the tunnels combine into progressively larger tubes along the path of peristalsis.
It is hypothesized that the organism is based around a "core" from which all of the main appendages (which are also the thickest, and therefore contain the largest collection tunnels) emerge, and at this core is likely where processing of the digested material finally occurs. However, due to the great extent of SCP-XXXX, efforts to pinpoint the core's location have been unsuccessful. SCP-XXXX appears to utilize a unique defense mechanism to protect its inner tubes from intruders, the workings of which are not currently understood. (See Interview Log XXXX-1 for further information.)

SCP-XXXX's primary anomalous characteristic is its difficult-to-halt growth rate; the appendages extend at a rate of between three to fifteen centimeters per minute and can bore through most natural materials. The ends of the organism's tendrils bulge into hardened "drills" composed of the same material as the appendage shells, which are capable of drilling through solid bedrock given sufficient time. Judging from the soil composition across SCP-XXXX's area and the rate at which the appendages lengthen, it is likely that SCP-XXXX is approximately 6 years old as of the writing of this article, which, combined with its subterranean nature, explains why it was not discovered until quite recently, when a landslide uncovered several of SCP-XXXX's largest tendrils, an event was noted by the Foundation's Lambda-4 Mobile Task Force, which at the time was searching for SCP-████ in the area.

Addendum XXXX-A: 150 D-Class personnel have been tasked with digging away the soil, the organism's food source, in which it resides in order to diminish its growth rate, which if left uninhibited could eventually allow it to spread out beyond the Foundation's ability to contain the organism fully. Other solutions, such as pesticide use, have proved ineffective.

Addendum XXXX-B: Several deaths occurred during work on the excavation. It was ascertained that the cause of these losses were due to personnel resting during their their work period, falling asleep, and getting entrapped and strangled to death by the growth of the specimen's appendages before other workers could find them and call for aid. Several months into the project, excavation work was halted permanently when it was found that physical contact with SCP-XXXX appeared to transmit an oncovirus that lives on and inside many of the tentacles and their inner passageways.

Addendum XXXX-C
Three members of Mobile Task Force Zeta-9, each designated Zeta-9-A, -B, and -C for the purposes of the following interview, were tasked with finding the core of SCP-XXXX in order to gather information on the internal workings of SCP-XXXX for the purpose of designing improved containment measures. A one-meter diameter hole in one of the largest known appendages of SCP-XXXX was bored using a diamond-bit drill over a period of several weeks. After several further weeks, the dirt around the large root, along with most of its tributary tendrils, was removed, which halted the intake of new materials through those appendages, clearing the tunnels inside. The MTF Zeta-9 team was finally sent inside wearing hazardous material suits that included self-contained breathing apparatus, and were each equipped with GPS trackers and five days of food and water. Agent Zeta-9-C also took along a journal to provide a hand-written account of the mission. Zeta-9-B was the only one to return, and immediately fell unconscious after exiting SCP-XXXX. The following is the transcript of an interview with 9-B taken one hour after 9-B regained consciousness.

Interview Log XXXX-1

Interviewed: Zeta-9-B

Interviewer: Dr. ████

<Begin Log>

Dr. ████: My name is Dr. █████ ████ and we will be discussing your most recent mission to date. Can you describe your mission, please?

Agent Zeta-9-B: Uh, yeah. There were three of us. We were told we were supposed to find the… core… of that thing… SCP-XXXX. It seemed to be a pretty safe and straightforward mission at first. All we had to do was go through the tunnel until we reached the core. No anomalous effects as far as we knew besides its growth rate, which was taken care of beforehand, so we thought there was nothing to worry about. And we didn't have to worry about the… what was it? The stuff on the walls?

Dr. ████: The oncovirus?
Agent Zeta-9-B: Right, the cancer. Because we were wearing those full-body suits. Anyways, we went in. The walls were a bit damp and slimy. No light from outside came through the walls so besides the tunnel entrance hole and our headlights we didn't have any lighting. The "floor," if you can call it that, because it was just the lowest curvature of the walls, was pretty smooth so we didn't have any trouble walking. We walked for approximately four hours and didn't see anything change. The tunnel did curve gradually to the right and downwards at the start, if I remember it right. We took a eat-and-sleep break at near an intersection with a smaller root, maybe five inches around, which had slush- mud and pebbles- pouring out. I guess enough wasn't coming out to trigger the main tunnel's contractions. I woke up five hours after and woke up ██████ and █████. We kept on walking. The tunnel was getting wider, I think, but nothing much else changed. We passed a few more holes spurting out mud that connected the tunnel to other roots, but they were mostly pretty small. By twelve hours in, all of the sludge pouring in came up to our ankles. It was around then that █████ noticed, um, she noticed tremors in the walls, and then we all saw the walls begin to pulsate slightly, slowly pushing the debris deeper into the tunnel.

Dr. ████: It was about then that Zeta-9-A said through her audio feed that she felt a sudden sensation of dread, correct?
Agent Zeta-9-B: ██████? No. I don't know if she said something then or not, but I know none of us brought up anything like that.
Dr. █████: Alright. Please continue.
Agent Zeta-9-B: We kept on walking. We took a break again after two hours. We must've been several miles in.

Dr. █████: I believe that at fourteen hours into the mission your team had gone roughly sixteen kilometers into the consumption tube.

Agent Zeta-9-B: Sounds about right. We kept on walking and walking and walking. We took breaks every few hours. I think we were about three days in when our headlights started flickering.
Dr. █████: I hate to interrupt, but did Zeta-9-A say anything you found… unusual… on day two of the expedition?
Agent Zeta-9-B: Nope, not as far as I can remember.

Dr. █████: Please continue, then.
Agent Zeta-9-B: As I was saying, the headlights started flickering on day three. ██████ said that we should conserve battery power because we had to think about the way back, too. We kept on walking. The slush was up to our midshins by then, and the peristalsis was almost enough to knock us off our feet. I remember sometimes after that █████ said we should turn back. Then a massive wave of slush filling the entire tunnel hit us from behind, carried along by a big wave of constriction rolling through the tunnel. We all got submerged and the slush pushed us along. I couldn't see anything besides mud. After, uh, maybe an hour or so, we dumped down into some kind of big pit. Well, by "we" I mean me and Agent ██████ did. Speaking of which, did you get the others back out?
Agent Zeta-9-B: Back to the story, um, the pit was full of thick slurry, so we kind of just sat there half trapped and slowly sinking as more and more mush started coming in through a bunch of pipes. The pit was maybe twenty feet from end to end, and the ceiling was about three feet above us. We'd lost most of our supplies, but ██████ still had his pack with food and- oh yeah, his journal.

Closing Statement: [Small summary and passage on what transpired afterward]

Image showing typical visual effects and spacial distortions in SCP-XXXX.

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: A light security detail must be stationed around the outer boundaries of SCP-XXXX. Entry is forbidden unless permission by the local site director is given.

Description: SCP-XXXX is an anomalous area of land in the Arrigetch Peaks of the Gates of the Arctic National Park and Preserve in Alaska. It is roughly 6 kilometers across at its widest and has a triangular shape. Its full extent above and below the surface of the planet is unknown, but it does extend at least 7 kilometers up into the atmosphere.

SCP-XXXX contains what appears to be a rough imitation of a section of the city of Boston, Massachusetts, USA, complete with its own simulacrums of humans and other organisms, which (with the exception of SCP-XXXXb) do not respond to stimuli caused by the actions of any objects originating outside of SCP-XXXX. Cognitohazards in the form of graffiti occur in a significant number throughout SCP-XXXX. From an outside perspective it appears to be a normal mountain valley with plants and shrubbery, with the sole exception of SCP-XXXXa, a fuzzy dark line approximately 4 centimeters in width that marks the dimensions of SCP-XXXX, which is similarly visible from inside SCP-XXXX. Once the boundary is crossed, the true nature of SCP-XXXX becomes evident. On the other hand, from the inside of SCP-XXXX, the area beyond SCP-XXXX appears to be a uniform black surface extending into the distance.

Objects originating inside SCP-XXXX cannot be removed due to the nature of the area's boundary. If any object from inside SCP-XXXX attempts to cross XXXXa, it is removed from existence, while if any object from outside of the anomaly enters and then exits, it will return unharmed. Though this should mean that animals and plants from outside should be able to travel freely throughout and live in SCP-XXXX, none have been sighted.

The effect that produces the unusual movements of photons in SCP-XXXX is not currently understood. Any objects inside SCP-XXXX, including those brought in, seem to change color and shape: they appear to lack complex details of shadow and texture and possess unusual streaks, spots, waves, or other repetitive patterns. Space itself also appears to be altered within the area of SCP-XXXX, with space being compressed in certain locations. One wormhole-like spacial anomaly has also been reported. Due to the severe warping of space and light (including radio waves), an unprepared expedition into SCP-XXXX will inevitably end in the loss of all members.

SCP-XXXXb is an apparently nonaggressive entity from this anomalous space that appeared most prominently during Expedition XXXX-3. No video footage of the being currently exists, as the creature appears to intentionally move outside of the imaging area of any recording devices. A photograph that captured part of the body of SCP-XXXXb was brought back by Expedition XXXX-4 but appears to have been been misplaced or accidentally deleted at some point before its intended transfer to the facility database, but an anomalous reason for this issue has not been confirmed. SCP-XXXXb appears to have legitimate reactions to the movements of outsiders, as it followed the Expedition XXXX-3 group for a short distance before disappearing. A proper description of SCP-XXXXb is currently unavailable due to its skittish behavior, but it has been reported to have small bright eyes and dark skin. Any further sightings are to be reported promptly.

Expedition XXXX-1

Expedition XXXX-2 [FILE LOCKED]

Expedition XXXX-3

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Excerpt from Expedition Log 3
Foreword: 3 members of Mobile Task Force Zeta-9, code-named Calhoun, Woulfe, and Sartre, were tasked with exploring SCP-XXXX for 1 day, with the specific goal of visiting XXXX's replication of Site-4006 (see SCP-4006 for details). All team members underwent training for travel in low-visibility distorted environments. The task force's visors included censorship "blocks", films of plastic that blacken chemically when exposed to a cognitohazard (as opposed to the electronic SCRAMBLE visor units used in more high-risk environments.) Expedition members were instructed to never leave the camp alone due to the risks of unnavigable anomalies occurring. The below log is a transcript of video and audio recordings from all three members, supplemented by a selection of pictures taken during the expedition.

[The task force group stands outside of SCP-XXXXa, preparing to enter.]
Sartre: Entering XXXX now.
[They step inside and walk towards the campsite, which is built on top of a long pedestrian island. Visual distortions are immediately visible.]
Calhoun: Yeah, everything's looking weird. Feels like we've dived into a painting.
Sartre: Hmm… pretty close to the VR training we did. I think the real thing isn't as blurry as the virtual version was, right?
Woulfe: No. I didn't expect for it to be this warm… then again, it's summertime, and we're in a copy of Boston.
Sartre: But we're still technically in Alaska, so where's the heat coming from?
[Tents have already been set up at the campsite. The group sets down some of their luggage.]
Sartre: We still have 17 hours until sunset, so let's head out.
Calhoun: Right, the sun's still Alaskan even if we're in Boston.
Sartre: But not really, just a copy of the city.
Woulfe: Calling the sun Alaskan… but yeah. We've got until 23:00 to get back.

A street with particularly visible spacial anomalies.

[The team heads out along Porter Street, then cross onto Transportation Way.]
Sartre: Whoa, did you see that?
Woulfe: What?
Sartre: There was a…
[He moves back a few feet and waves his arms through the air. One of his hands appears to disappear for a second. The task force members all gather at the distortion but are forced to let a pedestrian, unaware of the group's existence, pass through. His body flattens to a line momentarily before resuming its normal shape as he passes the warped area.]
Sartre: Let's keep moving.
Calhoun: I can't see the entry marker from here… but that's alright. We just have to head back north and-

Note how the visual warping of light affected the censorship blocks as well.

[The team passes a cognitohazard scrawled on a nearby building. All body cameras, and presumably the task force members' visors as well, obscure the symbol before any of them realize what they saw.]
Woulfe: Funky.
Calhoun: So that black blotch-
Woulfe: Must've been a cognitohazard, yeah.
Sartre: I wonder what it looked like…
Calhoun: Don't go taking off your visor now, haha.
[They head onto the street's merge with the Massachusetts Turnpike and walk up to the mouth of the tunnel where the road passes under Boston Logan International Airport.]
Woulfe: Is all of the traffic heading in here going to the site?
Sartre: Nah, there's an exit that leads to 4006.
Calhoun: Look, that sign says you can't bring horses in here.
[Agent Calhoun points to a blue sign indicating that no trucks, bicycles, or horses are allowed into the tunnel, but Woulfe and Sartre have already moved on and did not hear him; Calhoun jogs to catch up.]
[The trio walks in silence for several minutes.]
Calhoun: Looks like we're going through a patch of wrinkled space, it's like you guys are phasing in and out of reality every few steps.
Woulfe: This might have something to do with the site, right?
Calhoun: Probably not, I see some areas on the map we got that have a lot of distortion like this and they're all over the place.
[The team continues walking, but more alertly.]
Calhoun: Did you guys see that?
[Woulfe's body camera shows Calhoun pointing at, then running after a black sedan. Woulfe and Sartre pursue.]
Sartre: [Calhoun]!
[Calhoun suddenly stops and the other two catch up.]
Calhoun: It was a-
Sartre: Did you see-
Woulfe: Behind us-
[The task force turns. Nothing abnormal apart from visual distortions can be seen from the body cameras.]

The unusual occurrence of an elongation of space, considering how most anomalies in SCP-XXXX compress space instead.

Sartre: Ah… that.
Woulfe: What was it, like some kind of-
Calhoun: It was in the car, I think, it must've gotten out somehow?
[The camera view temporarily warps from a visual distortion.]

Later analysis revealed this distortion showed an entirely different section of the tunnel from where the team was located, suggesting that the portal-type anomaly experienced later in the expedition may be a more regular phenomenon in SCP-XXXX than expected.

Woulfe: Just like that, it's gone.
Sartre: Speedy thing, for sure. Maybe a teleporter?
[The team walks further for several minutes before they reach a branch in the tunnel, with a visible distortion of light reaching across the left tunnel leading to Site-4006.]
Sartre: Looks like we're taking the left tunnel.
Woulfe: Hmm… that distortion's odd. None of the other space wrinkles looked all… swirly… like this one. Should we search for another route?
Sartre: I'll just try this.
[Sartre tosses a cigarette stub from the ground into the tunnel. The warping of the air and light makes it difficult to see what happened to it.]
Woulfe: Hmm… did it pass through?
Calhoun: We can get a little closer, come on.
[The group edges closer, now apparently about 2 meters away from the spacial anomaly. The camera views suddenly distort.² Woulfe's body camera refocuses on a cloud. As she gets up, it appears she landed on a road in some different part of the city. Calhoun's body camera stopped recording at this time, along with his microphone. Expedition XXXX-4 discovered that his camera had reappeared inside of a fire hydrant and was crushed instantaneously, though the later expedition was able to recover it, along with the footage it captured, successfully. Sartre's body camera records his reappearance about 10 meters above an oak tree, which managed to break his fall.]

Expedition XXXX-4 [FILE LOCKED]

^{They tried to hide me, did you know that? But I always help out a curious soul.}

--Ex{{pediti}}on XXXX-3-- FILE UNL^^O^^CKED

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A street with particularly visible spacial anomalies.

Note how the visual warping of light affected the censorship blocks as well.

The unusual occurrence of an elongation of space, considering how most anomalies in SCP-XXXX compress space instead.

Woulfe: Just like that, it's gone.
Sartre: Speedy thing, for sure. Maybe a teleporter?
[The team walks further for several minutes before they reach a branch in the tunnel, with a visible distortion of light reaching across the left tunnel leading to Site-4006.]
Sartre: Looks like we're taking the left tunnel.
Woulfe: Hmm… that distortion's odd. None of the other space wrinkles looked all… swirly… like this one. Should we search for another route?
Sartre: I'll just try this.
[Sartre tosses a cigarette stub from the ground into the tunnel. The warping of the air and light makes it difficult to see what happened to it.]
Woulfe: Hmm… did it pass through?
Calhoun: We can get a little closer, come on.
[The group edges closer, now apparently about 2 meters away from the spacial anomaly. The camera views suddenly distort.³ Woulfe's body camera refocuses on a cloud. As she gets up, it appears she landed on a road in some different part of the city. Calhoun's body camera stopped recording at this time, along with his microphone. Expedition XXXX-4 discovered that his camera had reappeared inside of a fire hydrant and was crushed instantaneously, though the later expedition was able to recover it, along with the footage it captured, successfully. His body was not found. Sartre's body camera records his reappearance about 10 meters above an oak tree, which managed to break his fall.]

Note: The remaining three hours of this expedition log have been cut for brevity. Woulfe searched unsuccessfully for Sartre and Calhoun and eventually made her way back to the expedition base and exited SCP-XXXX. Sartre managed to free himself from the tree but fainted afterwards, though his camera continued to record until his rescue by Expedition XXXX-4.
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Calhoun: Hello?
[It's too dark for Calhoun to see anything.]
[He just woke up, and he panics upon realizing his teammates are nowhere to be found.]
Irving: John? Victoria?
[What reason is there to hide a name?]
[Especially not formless human ones like these.]
[Irving Dillon Jr. reaches instinctively for a walkie-talkie, but then remembers they don't work here and that the group didn't bring any along.]
[His body camera's gone too.]
[Well, not that it would have helped the agent here either.]
[He crawls hesitantly, but silently, ahead.]
[He does not want to announce his presence to anything that might be lurking.]
[This continues for some time.]

The blue light was produced by a fungus on the wall. It was not a trap, at least not one set with human prey in mind.

[Irving sees a blue light in the distance.]
[He decides it might be a trap.]
[He continues off at an angle to avoid it.]
[His knees and hands are starting to hurt.]
[He hears things in the darkness but decides they are phantom sounds in his head.]
[It is unlikely he will expect the wall a few paces ahead of him.]
[His hand brushes against the wall's surface as he crawls.]
[He has a stroke of panic and stumbles back, flailing wildly.]
[A waste of energy.]
[If he wants to escape, he has many more miles to go.]
[After he calms down, he gropes in front of him once more.]
[This time Irving recognizes it is a wall.]
[The agent stands up awkwardly, clutching against the wall, and starts walking, staying in close contact with it.]
[Not his best idea.]
[He keeps walking.]
[Hours pass.]
[As the man's head begins to clear from his panicked state, he realizes he should keep track of his movements to avoid traveling in a circle.]
[Something too small could be passed over, and if he walks into something too large, not realizing it was there, that could make a loud noise.]
[Irving settles for taping a large sheet from his pack onto the wall.]
[If he touches it again, he will certainly know he is looping around.]
[He keeps walking.]
[He's already passed an entrance to the base.]
[It was on the other wall of the tunnel he is in.]
[Entering the Foundation base would have ensured a far quicker death for Irving.]
[But it seems fate had something more interesting in mind.]
[The agent keeps walking.]
[How long before his legs tire out?]
[He sees another light somewhere ahead of him.]
[Irving decides it must be another trick with a hungry predator lurking nearby, hoping for a prey animal to take a chance and go for the light.]
[Irving doesn't take that chance.]
[He turns around, intending to try to search for a different route.]
[But this is not a choice.]
[He is dead.]
[Once dead, there are no more choices one can make.]

The clearest image showing SCP-XXXXb. Taken from the video footage of Expedition XXXX-4.
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[All roads lead to me.]
[All roads lead to me.]
[All roads lead to me.]
[All roads lead to me.]
[All roads lead to me.]
[All roads lead to me.]
[All roads lead to me.]
[All roads lead to me.]
[All roads lead to me.]
[All roads lead to me.]
[All roads lead to me.]
[All roads lead to me.]
[All roads lead to me.]
[All roads lead to me.]
[All roads lead to me.]

Author's note: This is a work in progress. Further details on these potentially anomalous objects are continually being added as data is coming in from the field.

B's interview: Mind
A's audio commentary: Soul.
C's journal: Body.

Footnotes

SCP Sandbox III

Sandbox III: Revenge of the Sandbox

A Cure for Forgetfulness