Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: A barricade along the perimeter of SCP-4863 has been erected. Any persons proceeding to SCP-XXXX are to be redirected. Any persons found past the barricade are to be apprehended, administered with Class-A amnestics, and released. All entrances and exits of SCP-XXXX have been secured to prevent breaches from SCP-XXXX-01 and SCP-XXXX-02 instances.
Description: SCP-XXXX is an underground facility that was once occupied by GoI-407 "Mordunn Sciences and Research", a company owned by Morpheus Dundreary that operated from 7/5/1976 to 10/10/1986. SCP-XXXX is located near Nashville, United States. A field of unidentifiable flora that act as a source of sustenance for SCP-XXXX-01 and SCP-XXXX-02 occupy the interior of SCP-XXXX.
SCP-XXXX-01 instances are humans that have been genetically engineered with cheetah deoxyribonucleic acid, providing them with extreme agility. SCP-XXXX-02 instances are humans that have been genetically engineered with chameleon and chinchilla deoxyribonucleic acid, providing camouflage and the ability to adapt to varying temperatures.
Due to multiple geographical and political inaccuracies in the tapes, as well as unidentifiable objects present in SCP-XXXX, it is predicted that SCP-XXXX is originally from an alternate reality.
Investigation report by Ponsil-47 Commander Lance Knoxx.
Investigations of SCP-XXXX are over. Here are the results as follows:
- We kept a tally of the dead bodies we found. Right now, the tally is at 234 expirations. The presumed CEO of the Mordunn company suffered a gunshot to the head, the other corpses were severely torn or dismembered.
- We did see some weird creature things roaming around the facility. Most of them are quite fast, but we did see some that could blend in to the walls. The stealth suits we were equipped with kept them fooled, though.
- Some weird flowers that grow food were also found covering nearly every wall in the facility. I don't know how they can grow like that.
- Explosion debris was found around the areas where the high-speed exit elevators were.
- A weird room with a giant machine in it is completely broken. Some of the notes around it say that it is a teleport chamber?
- We found a box of audio diaries and a laptop containing messages by a russian and chinese person. Both of these items will be useful.
A box of 13 audio tapes was recovered by Mobile Task Force Ponsil-47 "Sneaky Boys".
Today is a great day. After multiple years of dreaming, then one year of planning, I finally founded a new research company. Which I named Mordunn Sciences and Research, after myself. As of now, we will be researching plant and animal biology. All the scientists from our previous company's labs have agreed to follow me on this new adventure, and hopefully we will not repeat the same mistakes as before. I won’t let that happen. I’m a scientist too, and with my wonderful wife, we can pave the road to a brighter future.
One year after our founding, and the future looks great! We grew extremely well, as well as making multiple new breakthroughs. Several organizations, including the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, have decided it was worth investing in us. With all this money, we have established our second official department to compliment our first one. Focused on medicine and the curing of diseases. I can see a whole bunch of profitable fields: nano biology, robotics, maybe even artificial intelligence. If we can put these fields to use, we may be able to actually dominate the world with our products. Or we could make something so great it would give me a heart attack. Heheh, the possibilities are endless!
This year's Christmas was a wonderful joy. One of our promises was to build a new department just under Norway, on an uninhabited island called Lacromia. I have just now directed funding to build a research station down there, under a contract from the Norwegian government. I have decided that department's main research goal is to be robotics. Ulysses Harris, our Head of Research, has decided to name the station "Jamilier Point". I think it's a great name!
Our biology sector just finished a new invention today. It's your everyday sunflower that not only retains its regular properties, but can grow food quickly, reliably, and it even drops its own food on the ground, preventing human overworking. I decided to begin the exportation of this sunflower to Africa. Maybe, just maybe, this will solve the hunger crisis once and for all.
Things have taken an interesting turn. The Canadian government has shown interest in our medicine department's progress. I suppose it is due to their recent outbreak of fevilu in the Yukon. I did agree to their contract, while stating I would not compromise my own ethics. I have confidence that this will be a mutually beneficial deal. I may control the company, but Shelia keeps my morality in check.
Our engineers down at Jamilier made a new robot that can help us build new stations and operate them much more efficiently. We have decided to name them General-purpose Assistants of Mordunn, or just GAM.
We made a cure for fevilu, and their government has rewarded us. They have agreed to fund us for the next twenty years! I can see a wonderful partnership in the future.
We have just discovered a new type of mineral: Yuterium. We found it while excavating to add more space to the Point. It has properties that make it reliable for electricity, but it is slightly unstable. I have decided to put Yuterium to the test in Jamilier Point. Hopefully, the world can replace the decreasing supplies of oil with this new mineral once we can make it fully stable.
It's been a few months since my wife passed away. I actually have the strength to talk about it now. She got into a fatal car accident on her trip in Paris. I… I don't want to talk about this anymore.
We've received horrible news regarding Jamilier Point. The GAMs operating the Yuterium reactor powering the station malfunctioned, causing the reactor to explode. Lacromia had to be entirely evacuated, with all on-site workers presumed dead. The debris from the explosion even made it into the sea. The Norwegian government has made a stern statement that they will never work with us again. Multiple investors elected to cut all funding permanently. I… I fucking hate myself. Errrg DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT!
Apparently, a Chinese government firm wants to invest in my failing company. I don't know why they want to; we're being investigated by the feds in and out. Besides, I don't want communist assholes - if what they say they are is even true at all - getting their grubby hands in my stuff. I declined the offer and told them to never speak to me again.
My Head of Research told me that he needs to speak to me tomorrow morning about something. I wonder what he has to say.
A box of (number) audio tapes was recovered by Mobile Task Force Ponsil-47 "Sneaky Boys".
I lured Morpheus into the conference room and handed him a full mug to compliment my own. He let the warm coffee run down his throat, as well as the dissolved drug inside it. He passes out, and my new colleagues enter the room to lift him up all the way to the roof. We held him in a standing position, and pushed him off. Splat goes the body. More likely than not that the police will rule his death a suicide, given his financial failures and the process of his demise.
The public perception of my new company is in the garbage. Thankfully, being armed to the teeth with a big budget thanks to my collaboration, reversing the shit that Morpheus caused should be easy enough. I'll need to perform some bribing and some descriptive changes. First thing to do is replace the botched name, and I've already found a new one: Maytec.
Some bribes have been passed along here and there to the government and to some other organizations to get them to shut up. Unfortunately, some idealist woman is still focusing her full attention on my operations with the might of her journalist organization. Fortunately, it's a public company. So, with the dial of a telephone and a call, Beijing sends a gift abroad, and that organization won't be a problem anymore.
The woman is dead. With her death, the organization's stocks fell the lowest they could go, and I bought them all up. With my new leadership of that company, I proceeded to shut it down completely. Public perception is looking up. There are some other journalists monitoring me, but they won't be a problem very soon.
With Maytec's reputation repaired and its financial boom, I've been handed my first assignment by my benefactors: To make a gas, lots of it, using chemicals unlike anything anyone has ever seen. I've picked a very good testing spot, out in the middle of nowhere: Times Beach.
I contracted a man who goes by the name Russell Bliss to mix Maytec's newly developed chemicals into the waste oil he sprays on the dusty roads in Times Beach. The results were promising: Every resident in the redneck town died within a few hours. The chemicals he sprayed has a half-life of only four hours, so by the time the police found out what happened there, it was long gone. Russell Bliss and I have made sure that there are no tracks to be found, so the amount of time the police investigation takes will not get in the way. If it only took a few hours to turn a struggling town into a ghost town, how much less time will it take to kill a large population if I fill a city's every nook and cranny with the stuff?
I never expected to see Frank Lafleur - the Democratic presidential candidate - in my office this morning. He wanted me to sit down with him for a talk. When we sat down in my office, he demanded to be paid far more than I could ever get in cash every month, and that he'd "expose my dealings with the CCP" in his next speech if I didn't. With that, he walked out of the building and into his car. I better hurry the production up; this is a race against the clock.
Russell didn't cover his tracks good enough, and got put into a holding cell. I sent a guy to the county jail to silence him so no words could be spoken. As an added bonus, the gas is complete. Bigger and much more toxic than the stuff at Times Beach could ever hope to be. And I know just where to put it to use.
Hey, Julie?
Theodore Gorobets to
Julie Adair (1:43 AM, Oct 11, 1986)
I just woke up after I accidentally fell down face first on a piece of railing during what I remember was an alarm for something. I don't remember what the alarm was for. Anyway, it seems everybody is missing. I've searched around our sleeping quarters, nobody turned up, which is weird since it's the dead of night. The only exception being you, when I saw your computer status as active. Anyway, I will meet you in a few hours once I'm done covering shifts and doing general damage control. Once we meet up let's figure out what the hell happened.
Oh, by the way…
Theodore Gorobets to Julie Adair (1:50 AM, Oct 11, 1986)
I did see some damage on the pipelines along the walls, so you might want to check your office for any leaks or whatever. Keep an eye out for any wandering coworkers, this will be a long night for us both. I think you did tell me your keyboard was broken, so don't worry about me.
I'm coming down.
Theodore Gorobets to Julie Adair (3:20 AM, Oct 11, 1986)
Okay, maybe I lied about covering shifts, I was actually filing papers. I should have probably been covering shifts though, because nobody in the workroom is here either. I don't know if anyone but us is actually here.
Anyway, I've just finished up here. I'm gonna find you so we can figure this situation out. I'm pretty sure your office was A1094? I think. I'll send another message in a bit, gonna go searching.
Where are you?
Theodore Gorobets to Julie Adair (4:00 AM, Oct 11, 1986)
Julie, I don't know where you are. I've just gotten to the office and you're not there. I saw open doors going away from your office, but they are just leading me down further into the facility. I don't even know if you're anywhere near me at this point.
Hold on, I think I saw my coworker walking down, I'll get back to you soon.
(no subject)
Theodore Gorobets to Julie Adair (4:20 AM, Oct 11, 1986)
I swear I just saw something running down a hallway with a corpse.
I don't know if I'm going insane or something happened that I can't explain. I knew we were experimenting on prisoners, but nobody ever told me it would be as bad as this. Let alone how they could make their way to this part of the facility so quickly.
Just please for the love of god fix your keyboard so you can tell me where you are.
I'm getting out of here.
Theodore Gorobets to Julie Adair (5:47 AM, Oct 11, 1986)
At this point, I think the best thing is to just run like hell.
The exit elevator is quite a few ways far. Once I get out, I will alert the police.
I don't know if I'm going to make it.
he was corect
Theodore Gorobets to Julie Adair (12:31 PM, Oct 13, 1986)
he didnt make it
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