Multiple experiments have been made involving entering and studying SCP-4548-2-2, a mysterious anomaly that consistently appears around SCP-4548's containment chamber. Entering SCP-4548-2-2 is incredibly dangerous, to the extent that only D-class personnel are allowed to study and directly interact with SCP-4548-2-2.
TESTING PROTOCOLS: Subjects entering SCP-4548-2-2 must wear large custom-made boilersuits infused with carbon nanotubes. They must wear plastic surgical gloves, infused with (REDACTED), and large custom-made rubber boots that extend up to the kneecaps, also infused with carbon nanotubes. Subjects entering SCP-4548-2-2 must wear large aluminum-lined transparent helmets that envelope their heads. Under no circumstance are subjects within SCP-4548-2-2 allowed to remove their helmets. Subjects must also wear an audio earpiece, to directly communicate back to Foundation control.
A large utility belt containing the following should be standardly given to all subjects entering SCP-4548-2-2:
- 2-3 sharp knives, for stabbing anomalies and destroying obstacles
- 1 self-loading FN SCAR, with a 7.62x55 millimeter cartridge, and 30 rounds of ammunition
- 1 tracking-point rifle, with a .300 WM caliber, and 280 GR LRX rounds of ammunition
- 1 Desert Eagle Pistol, with a .50 caliber, and 10-15 rounds of ammunition
- 1 medical kit, complete with 3 boxes of band-aids and 4 rolls of gauze
- 3 0.8 liter water bottles, filled to the brim with hydrogen dioxide
- 1 swiss army knife
- 1 electric taser
The subject must have a video camera attached to the front of their boilersuit at all times. After the subject returns from SCP-4548-2-2, the camera should be retrieved from the subject, and the footage downloaded digitally to be researched. If the subject does not return from SCP-4548-2-2, no attempt should be made to retrieve either the subject or the footage. Any unauthorized person who attempts to make physical contact with or investigate SCP-4548-2-2 should be immediately anesthetized and given medical and psychological attention immediately.
Subjects entering SCP-4548-2-2 have encountered a mysterious, primordial entity designated
"2-2-A", which claims to have been trapped within SCP-4548-2-2 for an incredibly long time. The exact species of 2-2-A is currently unknown, and his exact age and nature are currently unknown as well, but 2-2-A has been identified as male, or what humans perceive as male.
2-2-A identifies himself as "Alexander Mohammad Lawrence Nowhere," and claims to be an infamous criminal from another universe, who was caught and executed by a group of unknown individuals, who he referred to as "the Coalition." 2-2-A refers to SCP-4548 as "the Arbiter," and claims that he trapped his "spirit" within SCP-4548-2-2, which he refers to as "the Seed." The claims made by 2-2-A haven't been scientifically proven or solved, and the individuals 2-2-A refers to as "the Coalition" have not been found or discovered. Since 2-2-A is of an unknown race, age, and origin, investigation of these claims has proved utterly impossible.
Subjects entering SCP-4548-2-2 have also been attacked or assaulted by SCP-4548-2-1. Many subjects have described SCP-4548-2-1 as incredibly volatile, fast, and inescapable. Many subjects that have entered SCP-4548-2-2 have been viciously [DATA EXPUNGED.]
Document 4548-3-2.1
The subject is D-456988, a man who is 6 feet, 5 inches tall, and weighs (REDACTED) pounds. He is an incredibly intelligent math prodigy, who committed first-degree murder against a prostitute in New York on May 3rd, 20—. D-456988 was deeply fascinated with SCP-4548-2-2, and was excited when told he would participate in an expedition to enter SCP-4548-2-2.
Recording starts.
D-456988 turns 180 degrees to directly face 4548-2-2.
D-456988: Okay, (REDACTED). You're going to make f*king history here.
D-456988 slowly walks directly into 4548-2-2, before disappearing into the anomaly completely.
The camera shows a strange, unnatural area, full of large and complex strip-like patterns that course through the entire dimension, composed of a strange, lustrous quantum material.
The world appears to be divided into large landscapes of (REDACTED), warping under and through the strip-like patterns ("bridges") crossing into and out of the landscapes. Enormous holes of indeterminate size are located all over the landscapes and "bridges", showing more and more landscapes warping in shape and size, permeating the entire dimension.
Dr. (REDACTED): Why aren't you moving?
D-456988: I'm sorry sir. It's just that I've never seen anything f*king like this before. S-sorry, I will proceed.
The subject traverses one of the "bridges" that cover the majority of the dimension. The "bridge constantly changes in height, width, and length, and appears to constantly change color, appearance, and (REDACTED). Audio of loud animal noises, screeches, incomprehensible distorted noise, and a person of indeterminate gender moaning and whining indecipherable words are picked up.
Dr. (REDACTED): can you describe what you're hearing?
D-456988: Y-yes, I can. I can barely make out anything. It's like someone set a grenade off in a zoo. It's a huge cacophony of F**king screams and voices at once. I can't make anything out. It's all gibberish.
Audio of someone yelling in a foreign language is picked up. D-456988 is noticeably shaking.
D-456988: Let's go back. W-what the hell is this place?
Dr. (REDACTED): We have no idea what this place is either. That is why we must investigate this anomaly. proceed, subject.
D-456988: Yes, (REDACTED). I will proceed.
The subject proceeds across the "bridge." The landscape appears on the horizon, warping in shape and dimensional size like the "bridge." The audio of something snapping, and an individual screaming at a loud volume is picked up.
The subject walks onto one of the landscapes, warping in size, shape, and width below his feet.
D-456988: Soooo… what d'ya want to do now?
Dr. (REDACTED): Proceed across the landscape. Try to find any life or any sort of physical phenomena.
D-456988: Yessir.
The subject proceeds across the landscape. The entire landscape is composed of the same unnatural, quantum-like material seen at the "bridges." The landscape changes color and shape and appears to move upwards and downwards like the waves of a large body of water, distorting in height. The holes appear more frequently across the landscape the longer the subject intrudes upon the landscape.
D-456988: Whoa. All of these holes are appearing everywhere. What the hell do you think they are?
Dr. (REDACTED): We've tried other subjects before. We've either lost the footage, or the footage was corrupted, or the subjects went insane and couldn't say anything but made simian grunts. You're the first successful guy to come in. We don't know what these holes are, and we haven't gotten a good look of them. That's why you're here.
D-456988: Oh. So I guess I'm the first successful (EXPLETIVE) here, huh?
Dr. REDACTED): That is correct. Please proceed, (REDACTED).
Subject steadily walks across the landscape, permeated with large holes of unknown size. The holes appear to also warp in size and shape, expanding quickly, shrinking immediately, or disappearing entirely. The holes appear to have other areas, houses, and worlds located within them, despite that being supposedly physically improbable
D-456988: Whoa. Are you f*ing seeing this?
Dr. (REDACTED): Yes, we are.
D-456988: This is HUUUGE. Like, this is huger than huge. I have NEVER seen anything like this before.
Dr. (REDACTED): What can you see in those openings?
The hole appears to contain a larger landscape, except it seems to be composed of black 15 x 15 cm bricks, warping in size and shape like the rest of the dimension. AN indiscernible figure appears onscreen, moving too quickly to be properly identified. The figure appears to be muttering strange and indecipherable words, and appears to be (REDACTED).
D-456988: Down here… there seems to be a place composed of bricks. Black bricks. It's flopping up and down like a wave. There appears to be someone down there.
Is it okay if I take a look?
Dr. (REDACTED): You may proceed to investigate.
Subject hesitates for a moment, and jumps into the hole.
Subject screams and enters a panicked state before falling onto the brick surface. The surface bounces downwards like a mattress and softly stops the subject's fall. The subject doesn't appear to be damaged, physically or psychologically, form the fall
D-456988: Whoa. This actually feels pretty f*king soft. it's like it's a mattress.
Dr. (REDACTED): Please focus, (REDACTED).
D-456988: Oh, sorry. I'll proceed.
Subject surveys the area. The brick surface appears to not be composed of individual bricks, but rather one patterned plastic surface. Anything else is unknown.
Dr. (REDACTED): Can you find any form of life?
D-456988: No. I cannot. Other than this warping brick mattress, there's nothing here of interest.
Dr. (REDACTED): Please proceed.
D-456988: I will, sir. Or do you prefer dr.?
Dr. (REDACTED): Sir will do.
D-456988: Fine, sir.
The Subject investigates the area. The landscapes permeating the area appear to emanate a bioluminescent 40-watt light at all times, which covers the entire area. D-456988 appears to be disoriented by the bright light.
D-456988: Wow. This sure is f*king bright. You'd probably think that anything that lived here would turn down the light a little, would they? Like, it's so BRIGHT. How do they stand this?
Dr. (REDACTED): (sternly) Proceed, subject.
D-456988: Sorry. I will.
Subject slowly walks across the area. An indiscernible figure rushes on-screen, just off the camcorder. The subject immediately starts running.
Dr. (REDACTED): Subject, slow down.
D-456988: I'm sorry, but there's this f*king guy here. I think I can talk to him.
Subject runs towards the indiscernible figure. The figure appears to be an enormous disembodied face without a nose or ears, that appears to be charred and cracked as if the figure was somehow severely burned. The figure is smooth and white, similar to porcelain, and has nobody, only a disembodied white head, and a pair of disembodied white hands. The figure's eyes and mouth are black, bottomless openings, the eyes hollow black holes, and the mouth crescent-shaped and hollow. The figure mutters something indecipherable under his/her breath.
The figure, designated by personnel as "3-2-A", appear to not be moving, or disturbed by the subject's presence. 3-2-A stands there motionlessly, staring directly at the subject. The subject seems disturbed.
D-456988: Um, hello. My name is (REDACTED). What's yours?
3-2-A (laughs distortedly) They called me many things. They tried to kill me many times. They tried to forget me, they tried to find me, and they tried to research me. All of them FAILED. Many call me by many names, but I have been, and always will be, known as Nowhere.
D-456988: So, Nowhere, how did you end up in this place?
3-2-A: I came across this place myself. I learned many things, discovered things that I didn't know could exist or had existed at all. I discovered how reality clicked and turned, how universes before ours worked and breathed. How the universe is a cycle, dying and re-positioning into a new world with new physics and new materials. How eventually, everything dies, changes, and becomes something else. I learned the secrets of my existence, secrets that nobody but I shall know.
3-2-A: (moans sorrowfully) One day, my world became corrupted. Something was wrong, the variables of the universe were glitched. The boundaries, in reality, had been destroyed. Everything had gone haywire.
3-2-A: I knew I had to escape. In secret, I stashed away my knowledge, and along with some of my closest associates and all the finances we could salvage, we escaped into this place. My own sanctuary. And this is where I live now, for the rest of eternity.
D-456988: So… uh, what happened to your associates? And your stuff?
3-2-A: my surviving friends died off one by one. I was something beyond this reality, but they were mere human mortals. I said goodbye to them and mourned them. My closest friend, Frederick, the man who had been with me for so many years, fought so many battles, died, dissolved into the water that composed the majority of his form, and absorbing by the sifting lines of this mysterious place, disassembled to his barest molecules, as for all things that eventually die in this realm.
D-456988: I-I'm sorry about that. I didn't know.
3-2-A: It isn't your fault. Death comes for everyone, including those we hold dear. Eventually, it will come for me, in a long while, but I am not immortal, even if I am highly powerful. I will die when everything else in this universe has died. I live as long as a universe, and I die at its end.
3-2-A: People like you, [REDACTED], have come here many times. Why have you come? Looking for answers? Looking for knowledge? Looking for new and unique things beyond your world? Looking for power?
D-456988: I-I was sent here. By the Foundation. (Subject puts his hand over the camcorder attached to his chest) They sent me here to investigate. I'm a subject.
3-2-A: (laughs) Ah, yes. The Jailors. Feared by the supernatural, hated by those who care for the paranormal. Imprison and study that which cannot be explained by normal means, hiding them from the eyes of the blind public. Individuals are obsessed with knowledge and containment. I have heard about them constantly form the individuals that reside and enter this place, tales of the things that they have contained, the things that they have researched. They are a very interesting and fascinating organization. The most fascinating group that I have heard in years. It is great to meet an actual Jailor. It is an honor to make your acquaintance.
D-456988: Y-yeah. It's an honor to make your acquaintance, too.
3-2-A: It's great to find someone in this vast, lonely place. This surreal, unnatural worlds of warping insanity and twisting geometries. There is very little that I know about this place, and there is so much knowledge, so many concepts here that I can barely understand. Nobody can comprehend any of this. Only the Arbiter does.
D-456988: Who's the Arbiter?
3-2-A: (sighs) That is the biggest mystery. The Rennigater, Judas, The Cross of Boundaries, the Dark Suffocator, The Arbiter of the Fallen, The Wayward Traveller, The Ending. I know them as the Arbiter. They have no gender, no spatial appearance, no shape, no dimension. They are dimensionless and omnipresent, an idea that exists within the fabric of reality. An entity that can appear anywhere, even within your own mind, even in places that no longer exist. You know the entity as SCP-4548.
3-2-A: This place is its dimension, its home. The Seed. A place of the zeroth dimension, without space, time, length, width, height, or dimensional space. A place where existence twists and warps without coherent size and shape, where spacetime is meaningless, and you can escape into whatever place you desire, at any time. Here, spacetime is meaningless and manipulatable. The Seed is the place afterlife and the place before life. Where things that have not existed yet live, and the remnants of the destroyed and eliminated slowly disintegrate until nothingness, as the Arbiter reconstructs them into new forms across the galaxy.
3-2-A: I have found this place by chance. And now, you have made your way to this place as well.
D-456988: We, well, the "Jailors," already have SCP-4548 contained.
3-2-A: (mockingly laughs) And how did they do that?
D-456988: They managed to capture SCP-4548, god knows how, and contained them in this tight graphene box. And for some reason, this vast dimensionless hole keeps appearing around the box, and whenever people enter it all sorts of messed-up s*it happens to them and they return completely nuts. I'm the first guy who managed to come into this place with all my screws in, and that's why I'm here.
3-2-A: (Laughs) The Arbiter isn't contained, (REDACTED).
D-456988: Didn't you hear what I just said? The Foundation already contained the Arbiter.
3-2-A: The Arbiter isn't just one individual object, (REDACTED). The Arbiter is like a tree, a vast tree with countless branches and leaves. It is impossible to contain the tree, or all of its roots, or the saplings created by the said tree. The Foundation only contained one sapling. Only one body part of an entire body.
3-2-A: And eventually, that body's gonna get REALLY PISSED OFF, when they realized their body part, let's say its "hand" is being restrained in a narrow metal box. And they're going to try to best to pry that handout. Tear the hand of its containment.
Dr. (REDACTED): Oh. Oh god (REDACTED).
D-456988: And… how do we keep SCP-4548 contained?
3-2-A: (Laughs loudly) The Arbiter's UNKILLABLE, (REDACTED). It's omnipresent, and ingrained in our very existence. It will be a matter of time until the Arbiter's hands, arms, and tendrils pry the hand out of its containment, whatever weird, crazy procedure the Jailors have to be damned. The Arbiter's going to slice through whatever ants keeping its hand stuck, and by ants, I mean your Jailor friends.
D-456988: Can we PREVENT the Arbiter from tearing its hand out? Can we keep the rest of the body away?
3-2-A: I've met a lot of people who tried to do so, (REDACTED). And all of their efforts were futile. You either doom yourself and everyone else around you, and you let the hand go. That's the only choice you have, whether ya like it or not.
D-456988: So, what do we do?
3-2-A: I told ya- let the hand go. Let the creature out. Tear it out of the box. It won't bother ya again, it doesn't have any reason to. You all can go home, turn the chamber into a kids play area or something, and live happily ever after. That's all it takes.
D-456988: So, how do I get back?
3-2-A turns 90 degrees to the right. A large hole opens on the brick surface. Audio of loud screeching is picked up in the camcorder.
3-2-A: The Seed's shaped by ya thoughts, (REDACTED). Simply think of where ya wanna go, it takes ya there. That's how the Arbiter jumps from A-to-B, simply by thinkin' and going.' I've already done the job for ya. Ya just have ta go yourself.
D-456988: Join me. We can figure this out together.
3-2-A: (laughs) My journey's done, (REDACTED). I'm in retirement. This is my home. This is something that you must do. I see a lot of promise in you, kid. Promise me you'll do great.
D-456988: I will.
Audio of loud, inhuman roaring is picked up by the camera. An enormous hole opens up 5 meters away from 3-2-A. 4548-3-2-1 crawls out of the whole, the entity's head twisting and changing shape rapidly. The creature slashes its hooves against the floor, showing signs of anger and aggression.
3-2-A: Run.
D-456988: What the f*k will happen to you?
3-2-A: I'll be fine. I always am (the head dissolves) What's important is what happens to you and your Jailors.
(3-2-A completely dissolves into dust. The dust (REDACTED) into the floor).
4548-3-2-1 charges at the subject, audio of loud screeching violently shaking the camera.
D-456988: Dr. (REDACTED), do I have permission to run?
Dr. (REDACTED): you do, subject.
D-456988: Great.
The subject runs with rapid speed and dives headfirst into the hole. The camera cracks and rolls aimlessly across the ground. The subject appears, a few meters away from the camera.
D-456988: (Distant) God, that was a trip.
4548-3-2-1 jumps down from the portal, and appears to be back in SCP-4548's containment chamber Audio of the floor tearing open is picked up. D-456988 appears to be panicked and horrified.
D-456988: GOD F*K. CHRIST F*KING GOOD!!!
D-456988 takes out his tracking point rifle and shoots directly at 4548-3-1. 4548-3-1 roars violently, audio of loud inhuman screaming permeating the camera footage.
D-456988: Somebody, ANYBODY!! I need some F*KING help here!
C-class personnel comes into SCP-4548's containment chamber, and begin firing at 4548-3-1. 4548-3-1 roars violently, and (REDACTED) several of the personnel.
D-456988 violently shoots at 4548-3-1, agitated by the conflict.
One of the C-class personnel referred to as "C-1" quickly moves and retrieves the camcorder.
C-1: The Camcorder is retrieved.
4548-3-1 violently swings at C-1. C-1's head is violently torn off, and C-1's body falls backward. The camcorder flies aimlessly out of C-1's palms.
D-456988 quickly grabs the camcorder from C-1's palms.
D-456988: Should I turn this thing off?
Dr. (REDACTED): yes, turn the thing off before 3-2-1 gets a hold of it.
4548-3-1 roars violently, violently swiping at the subject. The subject dodges 4548-3-1's attack, and positioned his fingers over the camcorder.
C-class personnel are being viciously attacked by 4548-3-1 onscreen.
Unknown C-class: Somebody gets F**ING SUPPORT!!! (loud screaming)
The camcorder is shut off.
The footage ends here. After the incident with 3-2-a and 4548-3-2, D-456988 was given immediate medical and psychological attention. D-456988 appears completely unaffected by
4548-3-2, despite other subjects being left severely mentally damaged by 4548-3-2's effects. D-456988 died soon after recording the footage, from complications with cancer.
Recording 4548-3-2-2
Subject is D-3827588613. Male, Hispanic. Extreme alcoholic, weighs 110 Lbs, 6 ft, 11 inches. Described by friends as "immensely tall and immensely large". Given a life sentence without parole for the murder of a 20-year-old college student on August 3rd, 2011. D-3827588 is greatly remorseful for his crimes and desires to become a better individual. D-3827588 is greatly afraid and wary of entering 4548-3-2. //
Recording begins.
D-3827588 directly faces 4548-2-2.
D-3827588: Are you sure about this, guys?
Dr. (REDACTED): I am sure. Don't worry about dying. You'll always have a replacement, here at the foundation.
D-3827588: Are you sure? I mean I don't want to be slaughtered by that crazy centaur thing, or end up dying of cancer like the previous individual
Dr. (REDACTED): You will either proceed, or we will get another person to replace you. We don't care if you suddenly die. You can go, or you can be transferred to another SCP.
D-3827588: (sighs) Fine. I will go. When I die, tell my sister Annie that I am sorry. For everything I did.
Dr. (REDACTED): I will. I promise.
D-3827588 enters 4548-2-2. The ground warps under D-3827588, the ground warping and twisting in different shapes and sizes.
D-3827588: Wow, this is… actually not that mind-breaking. I'm expecting myself to suddenly go batshit fucking insane, but this is actually beautiful. In a strange, disorienting kind of way.
Dr. (REDACTED): Stop admiring the f—king scenery and PROCEED, D-3827588.
D-3827588: Fine, fine, okay, I will.
D-3827588 walks across the surreal, unnatural landscape of 4548-2-2. 4548 seems to morph as D-3827588 intrudes upon 4548-2-2. The landscape of 45848-2-2 morphs into a dark, rainy city neighborhood. There is a long, winding road, with cars driving across it, with no passengers inside them. The street lamps are the only contraptions illuminating the place, and rainfalls over the entire area. There is no individual insight, even though there appears to be moving cars.
D-3827588: I… I recognize this place.
Dr. (REDACTED): What do you mean, subject?
D-38227588: T-this is the place where I killed that guy. The place where… where I strangled him. It was horrific. I-I… I wish I didn't do that.
Dr. (REDACTED): This is no time for dawdling, subject. Please proceed.
D-3827588: I can't. I-I want to go back, doc. I can't do this.
Dr. (REDACTED): We have gone too far to go back. Please proceed.
D-3827588: F-fine. This place is bringing back memories. Horrible memories.
D-3827588 wanders the urban cityscape of 4548-2-2. It appears that 4548-2-2 changes depending on the memories and experiences of the individuals who enter it. The exact reason and nature of this is currently unexplained.
The voice of a young male's scream echoes across the street. More cars fly across the road, many of them looking identical to the last. The young male's echoes grow louder and louder as the recording continues.
D-3827588: Oh god… it's his scream. The scream he made when I strangled him. Jesus god, god forgive me.
D-3827588 begins to cry profusely.
D-3827588: God fucking forgive me…
D-3827588: He was innocent, and I… I fucking killed him… God…
Dr. (REDACTED): D-3827588, please proceed.
D-3827588: (coughs) I will. I will… continue…
D-3827588 begins to walk. There is no change and no signs of life. D-3827588 begins to breathe heavily as if gasping for air. The air above 4548-2-2 gradually vanishes, until outer space is visible above the street. There is no sign of sun, and no sign of the time.
D-3827588: The sky… is vanishing. The air is vanishing too. (gasps) I'm losing air.
Dr. (REDACTED): D-3827588, please go back the way you came. Get out of there.
D-3827588: (coughs) I'll try.
D-3827588's voice becomes more strained. D-3827588 runs faster and faster, attempting to escape 4548-2-2.
Suddenly, the thundering of hooves comes from the distance. D-3827588 turns around. 4548-2-1 appears in the distance, saliva extruding from its large lamprey-esque mouth. 4548-2-1 moves at a fast, strong pace.
D-3827588: That centaur thing… it's going to kill me. I'm running out of air too. This is so f**king great… I'm going to die…
Dr. (REDACTED): D-3827588, stay strong, and make it back to base.
D-3827588: Doc… (chuckles) please tell my sister… Annie… to keep me in her heart.
D-3827588: Tell her I regret the stuff I did… tell her to live a happy, long life without me. Please promise me that.
Dr. (REDACTED): D-3827588, please proceed. We'll fish you out.
D-3827588: It's too late for me… doc… I… I can't find… an exit. That centaur thing… whatever it is… it's got me trapped. I've trapped her, doc. I'm not gonna make it. I'm screwed.
Dr. (REDACTED): Please proceed. We can't lose you.
D-3827588 moves faster and faster, trying to escape 4548-2-1. The air and sky have completely vanished, leaving only empty space. D-3827588 shows signs of suffocation.
D-3827588: (coughs) Jesus christ… It's getting cold… I'm… losing… breath…
Dr. (REDACTED): Subject!! Stay with me!!
3-2-A appears onscreen, in front of D-3827588.//
3-2-A: (sighs) I tried to warn the Jailors, not to continue to tamper with the Arbiter. I guess they didn't listen. Voyeurs, the Jailors are.
D-3827588: Who… who are you??
3-2-A: I am Alexander Lawrence Mohammad Nowhere. I was once one of the most infamous criminals to have ever existed in an alternate universe far from here, feared by many. I was killed by my enemies, the Coalition. The Arbiter trapped my spirit within this strange, surreal realm where things before life thrive and exist, and things afterlife go to decompose and die.
D=3827588: Why are you telling me all this?
3-2-A: Because I want you to tell this to the Jailors. Tell my story. Tell them I exist. Tell them who I am. So that my legacy, and myself, won't be forgotten.
D-3827588: (coughs) Why are you here?
3-2-A: I'm here to rescue you, of course. To help you get to Annie again.
D-3827588: How do you know about my sister? How do you know about the SCP Foundation?
3-2-A winks and smiles, seemingly knowing something that the SCP Foundation, and D-3827588, does not
3-2-A: A magician never reveals his tricks.
3-2-A opens a large circular chasm in the floor, using its disembodied hands. How 3-2-A managed to do this is unknown.
3-2-A: This is your escape route. Use it wisely.
D-3827588: What about you?
3-2-A: (smiles) I will be fine.
3-2-A dissipates into dust and vanishes. Whereabouts were unknown.
D-3827588 gasps and looks into the opening. The opening shows SCP-4548's containment chamber. The thundering of 4548-2-1 occurs behind the camera. D-3827588 holds his breath in, and he jumps through the opening.
D-3827588 collapses onto the ground, gasping.
D-3827588: God, that was a fucking doozy.
4548-2-1 stumbles and roars, running towards the opening, and peers into it from above. 4548-2-1 jumps over the opening.
As 4548-2-1 is halfway through the opening, the opening closes, cutting 4548-2-1 in two. 4548-2-1's equine legs are sliced off and fall sporadically across the containment chamber, blood pooling from them. D-3827588, shaken, pulls himself up.
A circular opening, 10 diameters across, opens up next to the severed lower half of 448-2-1. Upper severed half of 4548-2-1 crawls out of the opening, showing clear signs of physical and emotional pain. the upper severed half of 4548-2-1 grabs its severed lower half with its hands and drags it down into the large opening. Later interactions with 4548-2-1 have shown that it has somehow reattached its severed lower half via unknown means.
The circular opening closes in a matter of 5 seconds.
D-3827588: Whoa. That was a ride.
Dr. (REDACTED): Are you okay, D-3827588?
D-3827588: I'm okay. That creature saved my life. Do you know anything about it?
Dr. (REDACTED): We know nothing about 3-2-A's species, whereabouts, nature, or abilities. What he is, and what he is able to do is unknown and unexplained to the foundation. In other words, we know nothing.
D-3827588: I can't give you any evidence either.
Dr. (REDACTED): Guess 3-2-A remains a scientific enigma.
D-3827588: Dr. (REDACTED), is Annie still alive?
Dr. (REDACTED): Yes.
D-3827588: Tell her that I love her. (smiles)
Camera shuts off. The recording ends.
D-3827588 was the only D-class personnel to enter SCP-4548-2-2 and survive mentally intact and healthy. How this occurred is unknown. It has been theorized that 3-2-A was responsible for D-3827588's currently healthy mental state.
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Experiments have been initiated in order to study SCP-4548's ability to shift between different spatial dimensions. SCP-4548 appears to be able to shift between 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and other dimensions beyond that depending on the size, dimension, and nature of the object SCP-4548 desires to ingest The objective are to investigate SCP-4548's anomalous trans-dimensional nature.
PROCEDURE:
A meter-long, 1 mm-wide wooden stick with a round-eye steak attached to the stick with rope is introduced into SCP-4548's containment chamber.
Description: SCP-4548 shifts into a first-dimensional line, around 1 millimeter wide, and 2 millimeters long. SCP-4548 then moves toward and wraps around the 11 mm wide wooden stick, swiftly (REDACTED) it along with the round-eye steak attached to it.
RESULTS:
No evidence of the round-eye steak or the 1-mm wide wooden stick was found. It appears that SCP 4548's trans-dimensional nature is an evolutionary adaptation in order to devour any form of physical food or object. As long as the food or object is physical and tangible, SCP-4548 is able to completely devour it regardless of its inedibility.
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PROCEDURE:
(1) wrapper-less Kit Kat chocolate is broken into 2 separate parts. One part of the chocolate bar is put in SCP-4548's containment chamber, and another is put near an SCP-4548-2 instance, on the western wall of SCP-4548's containment chamber.
DESCRIPTION:
SCP-4548 devours the first half of the KitKat Chocolate bar. 3 seconds afterward, an SCP-4548-1 emerges from the SCP-4548-2 instance and (REDACTED) the second half of the chocolate bar. SCP-4548-1 then re-enters the SCP-4548-2 instance. SCP-4548-2 suddenly vanishes, without any evidence of its existence.
RESULT:
SCP-4548, SCP-4548-1, and SCP-4548-2 appear to be disembodied organs of the same sentient entity. No evidence of KitKat chocolate bar, i.e. crumbs, has been found near where SCP-4548 once was, or anywhere around or outside SCP-4548's containment chamber.
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PROCEDURE:
(1) researcher (REDACTED) enters SCP-4548, with (1) 5'11" piece of lined paper with a dot written on it with a pencil. The researcher must ask SCP-4548 to shrink down using SCP-4548's trans-dimensional properties to fit into the dot. After this occurs, the Researcher (REDACTED) must put (1) slice of swiss cheese next to the dot on the piece of paper.
DESCRIPTION:
SCP-4548 obliges to researcher's request, and (REDACTED), fitting perfectly into the dot on the piece of lined paper. After a slice of swiss cheese is placed next to the dot on the lined paper, SCP-4548 transforms into a 1-cm x 1-cm line emerging from the dot, and wrapping itself around the slice of swiss cheese, dragging the slice over the dot, and (REDACTED), absorbing the slice hole.
After devouring the slice of cheese, 8 other 1 cm x 1 cm lines emerged from the dot, and (REDACTED) the entire piece of paper in 9 seconds, leaving no trace of the piece of paper behind. SCP-4548 then quickly grew from the area where the dot on the 5'11" piece of paper, becoming a
A 3-dimensional shape that it took in previous tests, and immediately rested in an animalistic position.
RESULT:
SCP-4548 was somehow able to completely collapse itself into a zeroth-dimensional space, a dot on a 5'11" piece of lined paper without length, width, or height, a phenomenon that has not been seen before from any other SCP, anomalous being, or anomalous object contained by the foundation. SCP-4548 also appears to be able to expand outside of this seemingly empty space in order to (REDACTED) any object near the zeroth dimensional point it currently existed within.
It is unknown how SCP-4548 is able to do this, and numerous tests have proved inconclusive.
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