Item #: SCP-X
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-X is to be contained in a standard humanoid containment cell. The subject is to be given food and water three times a day. It's movements must be monitored through the use of pressure sensors and two cameras.
Junior Researcher Green is to enter the subject's cell for questioning every few days for up to two hours at a time, this is to understand more about it and keep it's mental health in check.
Description: SCP-X is believed to be Dawson Cooper, a young man who died on June 28th 2016. At the time of his death Cooper was 22 years old and 6'13'' in height. In life Cooper had brown eyes and black hair, it is unknown whether or not the subject still displays those features.
SCP-X displays strong antimemetic properties, being completely undetectable through all five senses, animals however have been shown to react to it, though only slightly. Any item it considers a piece of clothing will gain its antimemetic properties within 30 seconds, objects it does not consider clothing will be seen floating when it interacts with them.
Thanks to the intuition and efforts of Junior Researcher Green and Dr. ██████ we are now able to communicate with SCP-X verbally through the use of the "UVP", a small set of speakers connected to a tiny microphone SCP-X can wear similarly to a necklace.
SCP-X is generally very polite and willing to be interviewed. SCP-X shows signs of depression and PTSD, likely caused by the violent nature of its death and years of solitude.
SCP-X can remember bits of its past life, it was able to recall locations, people and events that fit with Dawson Cooper's known past. While it enjoys to talk to others it feels uncomfortable to share details about his death.
Humans seem to have the same antimemetic properties SCP-X shows in its perspective, it is however able to see and hear them in movies, he can also see and touch objects people interact with, he has often noted how crossing the road is "a pain in the ass".
Discovery Log: The following log is the transcript of a phone call made to the police department of El Dorado, Kansas on November 3rd 2019. The call came from Toni Sharp, a woman residing in a home located in 925 Saint Arthur Street, the woman bought the property only four days prior the event. For simplicity the woman and the operator have been named W and O respectively.
<Begin Log>
O: 911 how may I help you.
W: Hello, uh…I live in 925 Saint Arthur Street.
O: Good evening ma'am, tell me what's wrong.
W: It's…I don't fucking know…
There's a pause lasting several seconds
O: Ma'am are you alright?
W: Yes…I'm sorry…
O: It's ok ma'am, are you in danger?
W: I don't know…there's something here
O: Do you know what it is? Is it a man?
W: I have no fucking idea! It's a ghost or something…
Again there's a long pause
W: Oh God it has a knife.
<End Log>
Two officers were sent to check on the woman's well being. When the officers arrived they found the woman crying in the living room, they first got close to help her but then heard a noise from the kitchen, entering the room they saw a knife floating in mid air slowly cutting some onions. Soon the Foundation was notified, the target didn't seem to react to attempts of verbal communication eventually the agents managed to contact the being through written messages. When SCP-X was secured the agents administered the woman Class B Amnestics.
Addendum X-1: The SCP-X case was assigned to Dr. ██████, who for personal reasons has requested to be publicly known as the Professor, assisted by Junior Researcher Green.
Interview Log X-1: This interview was conducted two days after containment, in that period of time SCP-X requested water and food every few hours. The interview was performed through two laptops opened on a shared document.
Interviewer: Junior Researcher Green
Interviewee: SCP-X
<Begin Log>
R. Green: Hello SCP-X, my name is Emily Green. Are you feeling well?
SCP-X: Better than I've felt in the past three years.
R. Green: That's good to hear. Do you have a name?
SCP-X: I know I do, or I did at least. I was called Dawson, if I recall correctly.
R. Green: You don't remember your name?
SCP-X: I remember only bits of my past life.
R. Green: Your past life? What do you mean by that?
SCP-X: I died.
R. Green: You died? So you are a ghost of some kind?
SCP-X: I honestly don't know. I just know I'm alone.
R. Green: Alone?
SCP-X: I can't see you Emily. I can't see anyone. It's like I'm the last man on earth.
<End Log>
This conversation continued for a couple of hours.
Notes: "During the interview Emily seemed to succeed in gaining the subject's trust, judging from the terms it uses and how he describes movies I believe the two are similar in age, it will be easier for Emily to make it talk, I'm way too old for it. Yes, Emily discovered that SCP-X enjoys listening to music and watching TV. She came up with an interesting idea, if SCP-X is capable of seeing and hearing people on TV it means that maybe there is a way to communicate with it verbally. Later today I'll try to build something" - The Professor
Experiment Log X-1: Junior Researcher Green was given permission to test Dr. ██████'s Umbra Vox Project (UVP) prototype.
Subject: SCP-X.
Item: UVP prototype.
<Begin Log>
Researcher Green wears one of the prototypes and hands the other to SCP-X
R. Green: Ok. This should work.
Researcher Green turns the switch on, making sure SCP-X sees it
SCP-X seems to notice and does the same
R. Green: Test. Test. Dawson, can you hear me?
Silence
R. Green: Damn it. Was it all a waste of time?
SCP-X: No…Emily.
Researcher Green looks towards SCP-X in surprise
R. Green: Dawson! You can hear me?!
SCP-X: I can…and so…can you?
R. Green: I can Dawson. I hear you.
SCP-X stays silent
R. Green: Dawson? Are you ok?
SCP-X is heard sobbing through the small speakers
SCP-X: I'm sorry…I…thank you.
<End Log>
Notes: "The prototype was a success as I expected, all I have to do now is polish it a bit, maybe add a longer lasting battery. I'm glad to see SCP-X is finally able to communicate verbally, this is going to help its mental health a lot. So far this subject seems to be harmless, he definitely will have a lot to tell us about his three years of solitude. In the mean time I did some research. I found a death certificate regarding the passing of a 22 years old boy called Dawson Cooper, that confirms my theory of him being similar in age to Emily, there is surprisingly little information about the two months prior to his death, I'm assuming something was going on, maybe messed with the wrong people. I'll prepare a list of questions for Emily to ask him, I hope he gives us some answers" - The Professor
Interview Log X-2: The following interview was conducted by Junior Researcher Green using a finished version of the UVP.
Interviewer: Junior Researcher Emily Green
Interviewee: SCP-X
<Begin Log>
R. Green: Dawson, have you been doing well?
SCP-X: I did, thanks to this device, thanks to you.
R. Green: You should thank my teacher, he is a great inventor, though to be fair this is a simple device.
SCP-X: Your teacher? What did he teach you?
R. Green: All I needed to know and more about my job. But we are getting carried away, the Professor gave me a few questions to ask you.
SCP-X: Oh, sure.
R. Green: Very well. First off. Do you remember your death?
SCP-X: I…I'd rather not talk about it.
R. Green: Why? Is it a painful memory?
SCP-X: Well, I can tell you it was painful, physically. The fall, it was scary. Someone chased me, someone wanted something I had…I don't want to talk about it…please.
R. Green: It's ok. I won't insist.
SCP-X: Thank you.
R. Green: Did you age during these three years?
SCP-X: I don't know actually, my reflection is all foggy for some reason. But my hair did grow, I decided to shave my head every once in a while, it's not like people would judge me.
R. Green: Do you believe to be alive? Like, we know you died once, but it isn't unheard of life after death for us.
SCP-X: I am sure to be alive.
R. Green: How so?
SCP-X: I still feel, I still get hungry, I still bleed. I'm just…in a different plane of existence I think. Well, I don't really know how this works.
R. Green: If so how did you survive for so long?
SCP-X: I shoplifted mostly, my backpack came in handy.
R. Green: Your backpack?
SCP-X: Oh right. I forgot to mention it. I have a backpack with me, well, it's in my room now.
R. Green: How long have you had it?
SCP-X: I got it shortly after my death, I was getting tired of grabbing one or two snacks. Then a dog stole it and I had to chase it.
R. Green: You can interact with animals?
SCP-X: Yeah. But they behave strangely with me, at least compared to when I was alive.
R. Green: Would you like to elaborate?
SCP-X: Well, many ignore me, the predators mostly, the prey animals instead kind of just look at me for a few seconds, then they begin ignoring me like the predators. Cats however, those are nasty.
R. Green: I think they're cute.
SCP-X: From afar, yes.
<End Log>
The interview ended up becoming a casual conversation. Interview interrupted.
Notes: "I am pleased with how things are going. Emily has improved greatly in the past few weeks. I did some indirect experiments by monitoring SCP-X through cameras located inside its room. Each piece of clothing we gave it disappeared within 30 seconds, things like socks disappeared in less than 10 seconds. I feel confindent in the containment procedures I came up with, I am sure Researcher Green will be able to handle this one alone, I have nothing left to teach her. If she keeps going like this we might learn how it actually became like this" - The Professor.
Addendum X-2: "Dr. ██████ requested for Junior Researcher Green to be put in charge of SCP-X's containment and research. This would not be allowed under normal circumstances, and Junior Researcher Green is too young to be put in charge of anything yet, but I trust in the Professor's judgement, the request has been taken into consideration" - O5-6
Today is a good day. As usual I woke up inside my cell, getting ready for another day of work. I’ve been doing these tests and chores for a month now, and today should be the last day I have to attend before rejoining society. I hope I won’t be doing anything too dangerous today
The door opened, two guards were standing behind it "Good morning D-2845" said the female agent "Hope you slept well, you’ll need your eyes open today".
D-2845 chuckled "C’mon Jess. You can call me by my real name".
Jessica smiled "It’s protocol Larry, and you know it".
Lawrence laughed "I know I know. And please don’t call me Larry, that name is awful" he stretched "I need my eyes open today, huh? Is it 173 cleaning duty again?"
"Yep" said the other guard "Want one of those eye opener things we tried that one time?"
"Oh fuck no, Sam. Those things hurt" Lawrence yawned "But give ‘em to me anway, never too careful".
Sam smiled "Aye sir".
Jess laughed "You sadistic prick".
"I sure am love".
Walking down the blank hallways would cause anyone anxiety, but not Lawrence, it was like home for him, every place was familiar. Entering a room he saw two men in orange jumpsuits just like him.
Lawrence smiled and got close to them "Howdy lads! First time at 173’s?"
The two looked at him with cold, dead eyes.
"I guess it is!" he turned towards the door “Remember the guidelines and we’ll be fine, it's not too hard”.
The door opened, the concrete statue stood close to the north wall of the chamber.
"Enter the contaiment chamber and get to work" said a voice in the intercom.
The three entered, all keeping their eyes on the statue, then began to mop the floor, every few seconds one of them would shout 'blink'.
The hours passed, the chamber was so clean you could see your reflection on it, they all slowly made their way outside the chamber, always looking at the statue.
When the door finally closed Larry took a sigh of relief "All went well…" he laughed "Finally free".
His friends, Jess and Sam, invited him to lunch, taking him to the cafeteria and grabbed a few pizzas.
The D-Class sat down at the table and looked at the pizza, his mouth watering "Are you sure this is fine? Won’t your superiors be mad?"
Jessica smiled "Don’t worry about it".
Sam took a bite off of his slice "We asked permission".
"Oh nice" Lawrence took a sip of his drink "So…what happens after this?"
Jess put down her slice "I'm not sure…you’ll probably have to sign an NDA, then they'll take you somewhere else".
"Oh…" he looked down for a few seconds, then he smiled "Thank you for this month. The two of you made it bearable".
Sam kept eating his pizza, without looking at him, not saying a word.
A man got to their table "D-2845?"
"That’s me, yes".
The man fixed his tie "The relocation will begin at 1700. Please try to be ready by that time".
"No problem doc".
As the man walked away Larry stood up.
"You’re not finishing the pizza?" said Sam.
"You can have it. I’m not too hungry".
Jess stood up "You can have mine too".
Lawrence and Jessica walked back to his cell. The D-Class entered the cell and started packing up.
"Larry…"
"What?"
"You can’t get depressed like this" she said in a worried tone "It’s not like this place is a nice one…and you’ve always wanted to get out".
He sighed "I know…it’s just…I care about you. I’m going to miss you a lot".
She entered the cell "Lawrence".
"What?"
She hugged him, he froze up for an instant, then hugged her back.
He smiled "Thank you".
Jess patted his shoulder "Just because you’re leaving it doesn’t mean we will never see each other again. I don’t live inside the facility" she winked at him "C’mon. Pack your stuff up, you don’t have much time".
Lawrence smiled and got his stuff as Jess left the room. He took his diary and a picture of him and the others. He remembered the first time he entered the facility, he was so worried at first, he didn’t know what to expect; but he quickly got used to the weirdness of the place, he learned how to deal with every weird monster contained in the facility. Was it really just a month? It sure felt longer more than that.
He looked at himself in the mirror "Jesus I look like shit" he chuckled "Must be stress, I even got some white hair".
Soon enough the time came, guards escorted him to a dimly lit room and had him sit down.
The doctor from earlier entered the room and got to a desk "Hello D-2845. Before we take you back to society I’ll need you to drink this, it's a sleeping draught, we don’t want you to know how to get back here".
The D-Class smiled Don’t worry about it doctor. I have no intention to".
The doctor handed him the glass containing the medicine. Larry drank it and began to doze off. He felt a sharp pain to his shoulder, he could see the doctor above him, his eyes got heavier.
He dreamt of the tests he did while at the Foundation, he saw people die, he saw things that would have driven anyone crazy. He asked himself how he managed to survive. Sleep finally took over, and all went dark.
Today is a good day. As usual I woke up inside my cell, getting ready for another day of work. I’ve been doing these tests and chores for a month now, and today should be the last one I have to attend before rejoining society. I hope I won’t be doing anything too dangerous today"
The door opened, Jess and Sam were waiting.
"D-2845, please come out of your cell".
He smiled "C’mon Jess, no need to be this formal".
Jess chuckled "It’s protocol Larry, and you know it".
Larry laughed "I know. But please don’t call me Larry, you know I…" he froze, as if in thought.
Sam looked at Jess and then back to the D-Class "Are you ok?"
"Ye…yes…I just" he shook his head "It’s nothing, I guess something came to mind".
"What came to mind?" asked Jess.
"I don't know, probably one of the old tests" he smiled "C’mon, let’s go. I wanna get this day over with" he yawned "What do I have to do today?"
"There are a few small holes in 096’s containment cube" said Sam "It probably slipped and pierced it with its fingers".
"I understand" he scratched his head "Is there going to be someone else other than me?"
"Yep" said Sam "Two more people. That way you’ll get the job done faster".
They finally got to the containment chamber, a big metal cube was located in the middle.
Sam gave the D-Class the gear he would need "Good luck. Please be careful".
Larry smiled "Don’t worry" he turned on the welder "I know how to deal with this one".
The two other D-class looked at him.
"Morning lads! Please don't look at it, just place a panel and weld it. If you see its face you will die".
One of the two sighed "Fucking weirdo".
"Alright. Let's get to it"
The job was going smoothly, they were almost done already, Lawrence could feel the warmth of the sun on his skin. Suddenly he heard a sound. The creature locked inside the cube began screaming, it's cries growing louder and louder.
One of the guys took a few steps backwards "I…I saw it…"
Larry rushed to the other and grabbed him. The monster was already breaking open the cube’s wall. He held the boy in the corner of the room, keeping his face towards it "Do not. Turn. Around. No matter what". He walked backwards towards the screams and took his shirt off, looking down to the ground he managed to find the creature, which was now crying over the man's corpse. Lawrence tied his shirt on the monster’s head, covering it’s face. The monster seemed to calm down, a few guards entered the room and properly covered it.
A couple of hours later the D-Class finished to clean up the sloppy mess the thing left behind, he felt sick to his stomach, but he didn’t flinch, he was used to it. He wondered how many corpses he saw during this month. Dozens? Hundreds?
He stopped thinking about it. It was time for dinner.
He went to the cafeteria along Jess and Sam, he sat down at their table worrying that their superiors would be mad, but he was sure they already took care of it.
"Are you excited about going out?" asked Jess "You’ve been wanting it for a while".
"Yeah…I can't wait".
A doctor arrived "D-2845?" he said while chewing a pen
"Uh…yes?"
"The relocation process will begin at 1700. Be ready by that time".
The doctor walked away. Lawrence felt dizzy, getting a strong headache.
"I…" he grabbed his head "I don’t feel so good".
Sam and Jess looked at each other. The former decided to stand up "Are you alright? Too much stress from today's work?"
Lawrence nodded "Probably".
"Come on, I'll take you somewhere else".
Jess walked away, going towards the offices.
Sam took the confused D-Class inside a dimly lit room and had him sit down. The doctor from earlier entered "D-2845, how are you feeling?"
Larry sighed "Like shit".
"I understand, not the first time" he walked towards a desk.
"What…"
"Drink this D-2845" he handed the D-Class a glass of water.
"What is this?"
"Medicine, you'll feel better".
"I don't think I need medicine, it's just-" he couldn't finish the sentence, the doctor forced him to drink it with the help of two guards. He pushed away the doctor, and stood up, trying to run for the exit. His legs gave out, he fell on the ground hitting his head. He tried to crawl to no avail, his strength slowly drifting away, his eyes becoming heavier. He felt a sharp pain on his shoulder, he was scared, darkness surrounded him, everything going black.
Lawrence woke up inside his cell with a killer headache "God. Damn it" he stood up and walked to his small desk and opened his small makeshift diary, took the pen he stole from a scientist and went to write.
Today
He stopped. He felt his heart pumping harder and harder, his head hurt. He stood up, the chair falling to the ground, he saw things, he saw the doctor, the dimly lit room. He screamed.
The door to his cell opened.
"Larry, are you alright?"
Lawrence immediately calmed down hearing Jess' voice "Uh? Yeah I'm…" he looked around "Just…a bad dream".
"Come outside, today is the last day isn't it?"
Larry smiled "Yeah".
Sam remained silent.
Lawrence went outside "What's the job today?"
"Well, yesterday 096 breached containment, they need help repairing the cube".
Lawrence heard a voice "I…I saw it" his heart beat faster again, his beathing heavier.
"Larry?"
Again, Jess' voice calmed him down, it was soothing to him.
"Are you feeling alright?"
He nodded "Yeah…I don't know what's wrong with me today".
"It's your last day, maybe all the things you've been through are coming back?"
"Yeah, that could be it".
Finally they reached 096's chamber, the cube in the middle had a huge hole in it. Lawrence looked around the room, his eyes wandered to a precise spot, where the floor was still reddish in color. He felt a shiver down his spine.
A man shouted him "Hey you! D-Class! Move your ass and help us".
"Oh" Lawrence rushed towards them "Sorry about that".
"Shut up and help the other guy".
He saw another man in an orange jumpsuit "Oh" he grabbed what he needed and got closer to the other "Hey lad. Are you alright?"
The man looked at him "Hm? Oh you're the one from yesterday" he smiled "Thank you for saving me, I was frozen in fear yesterday".
Lawrence dropped the tools "What…"
"Yesterday. When that monster attacked Paul?"
“What day is it..?”
“It’s the eleventh…of November?” the man was clearly confused "Why are you asking?".
Lawrence felt something snap inside him "I got here in August…"
“Hey!” a guard got closer "D-2845, what the hell are you doing?”
Lawrence looked at the man "I…" he bent down to grab the welder he dropped "I…"
"You what?!"
Larry hit the guard in the head, causing him to lose his balance, one push was enough to make the man fall. Lawrence choked the guard until he stopped struggling, this felt more familiar than it should have. He dropped the guard, took his pistol and pointed it to the scientists "Keycard. Now".
The man tossed the card towards him and raised his arms.
"Good". Lawrence opened the door and ran, looking for the exit.
The alarm went off. the doctor's voice could be heard from the intercom "D-2845 is attempting to escape, he is armed. I want it alive".
The escapee ran faster, he recognised the corridors, somehow he knew where to go.
Suddenly he stopped on his tracks.
Jess was standing at the end of the hallway.
"Jess?" he began to cry "What is going on…I don't know what's real anymore".
Jess had her hand on her gun, but seemed to relax. She remained silent for a while "Come with me, the exit is this way".
Lawrence smiled and followed her "Thank you Jess…"
Strangely there were no other guards on their way.
Jess stopped in front of a door "This is it Larry…"
Lawrence looked at the door, then back to Jess "What do I do now?"
"Just…go…run away".
He smiled and hugged her "Thank you Jess…thank you…"
Jess stood still for a brief moment, then she hugged him back, she kept hugging him for what felt like an eternity "I'm sorry Lawrence…".
"Ah!" Larry took a few steps back, holding a hand to his neck "What…"
Jess had a syringe in her hand, looking at him with a sad expression on her face. She grabbed her portable radio "D-2845 captured. Inform doctor Ross".
Lawrence tried to raise the gun to his head to no avail, his arms were already heavy, his vision getting blurry "Je..s.." he closed his eyes, slowly losing consciousness.
When he woke up he found himself inside the dimly lit room, strapped to the chair "I…know this place…"
The doctor got closer "I know".
Lawrence looked at him "What did you do to me?"
"We need people like you, Mr. Henderson" he grabbed a syringe "Unfortunately D-class are limited in number" he sighed "We can’t afford to let any of you go away".
Lawrence’s breath became heavier "It’s one of those amnestics isn’t it?" he was shivering "Why can I remember?"
"For some reason you are naturally inclined to resist the drugs" he inserted the syringe in Lawrence’s arm "You’ve been a pain to deal with. But thanks to you, we made a lot of progress in this department" he took the syringe out "Every few months, you force us to improve our drugs to keep them effective. You’ve been very useful to us during your stay mr Henderson."
The D-Class shed a tear as he lost his senses "How long?"
"Seven years".
Today is a good day
Item #: SCP-X
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-X is to be contained in an underground 8x8x8 meter containment cell, the floor must be made out of carbon steel 0.3 meters thick, the walls must be covered in a highly conductive material. An electrical current with an output of 50.000 volts must surge through the conductive material at all times.
A night vision security camera is to be placed inside the containment cell to monitor its movements.
SCP-X is to be fed 50 kg of meat once every three days. The feeding procedure must be performed by a D-Class and two guards armed with riot shotguns. The meat is to be dropped from a hatch located on top of the containment cell.
Description: SCP-X is a carnivorous humanoid entity of an unknown species with an estimated height of 2.7 3.2 meters on its hind legs. The subject's skin is made out of an unknown bulletproof material, it is dark blue in colour. On its lower thighs a hock is present, similar to those found in members of the Canidae family, its feet are reminiscent of those found in the Phasianidae family.
SCP-X's torso and arms are similar to those of a human male, the arms however are much longer than they should be based off human anatomy. The creature's hands are nearly identical to those of a human, with the only difference being claws instead of nails, which are nigh indestructible and capable of damaging most convential materials.
SCP-X's head is roughly the shape of a human's, it however has ears similar to those of a common house cat, and its eyes resemble those of an insect of the order Diptera. The creature shows no external signs of an olfactory apparatus. The subject's mouth is located in the middle of its face in a vertical position, it contains an unknown amount of teeth belonging to known and unknown species in a seemingly random pattern.
SCP-X is nocturnal, as direct sunlight can phisically harm it. I has shown a clear weakness to electricity, most standard issue tasers and stun guns are capable of incapacitating it.
SCP-X can acquire features from organisms it consumes. The subject is capable to quickly grow if it consumes more than its own body weight in a short amount of time. It is capable of vocalization, and has shown a low understanding of the English language.
Discovery Log: SCP-X was found in a home on the outskirts of Rosalia, Kansas after six people went missing and sightings of the creature were reported.
This is a transcript of the events recorded by the field agents
<Begin Log>
The team approaches the home believed to house the creature
Agent Brisk: Base, this is team leader Brisk, approaching the location.
Base: Affirmative agent Brisk. Proceed with caution.
The team enters the building
Agent Sharp: Ground floor clear.
Agent Brisk: Team one, upstairs with me. Team two, check the basement.
Team one goes upstairs, the moquette stained by blood
Agent Brisk: Blood. Be careful guys.
The agents follow the blood trail to a broken door
Agent Brisk: Rogers with me. You two cover our backs.
Team two finds the broken door that leads to the basement
Agent Sharp: Keep your guns ready boys.
Agent Hader: What the hell is this?
Agent Hader bends down to pick something up
Agent Hader: What the fuck!
Agent Sharp: What's wrong?
Agent Hader: It's a fucking hand! A kid's hand.
Agent Sharp: Fuck…Must be Richard Parker.
Agent Hader: Who?
Agent Sharp: The kid they reported missing two days ago. At least we know this is the right place.
Agent Hader: Wait. Where the fuck is Evans?
Team one enters the room
Agent Rogers: Clear signs of struggle. This thing must have sharp claws, look at these walls.
Agent Brisk: Might have found something.
Agent Rogers: Oh, what is it?
Agent Brisk: Looks like a diary. This last page was written in a hurry.
A gunshot can be heard, followed by the sound of breaking glass
Agent Brisk: Fuck. Team two, do you copy?
Agent Sharp: Brisk, this is Sharp. It got…ugh…it got Evans and Hader.
Team one rushes towards the basement
Agent Brisk: What's your status? Is it still in there?
Agent Sharp: Negative…the gunshot scared it, it escaped. It did injure me, I won't be useful for a while.
Agent Walker stops and turns towards a window
Agent Walker: Sir, I see something big running towards the city.
Agent Brisk: Fuck. Simmons, take care of Sharp. Everyone else to the car.
The team enters the vehicle
Agent Brisk: Base, do you copy?
Base: We hear you team leader Brisk.
Agent Brisk: The target is moving towards the city, we are chasing it. We lost two agents and one injured.
Base: Do not let it reach the town. Capture it if possible.
Agent Rogers: I see it. Everybody hold on!
The vehicle takes a sharp turn and stops abruptly. A high pitched screech is heard outside the car
Agent Brisk: Get the tools. Rogers get the net gun. Walker, get the tranquilizer.
Agent Walker: What about the taser?
Agent Brisk: I'll take it, just hurry outside.
The team exits the vehicle. The creature is visible through the camera feeds. It is down on four legs, its head rapidly moving
Agent Brisk: Rogers, get ready to shoot the net.
Agent Brisk slowly walks behind the creature
Agent Brisk: Hold your fire. Let it calm down.
About 5 minutes pass. The creature's movements slow down and it slowly stands up on its hind legs
Agent Rogers: Holy fuck.
SCP-X: ..ly…fu..ck…
Agent Rogers: Did it just speak?
SCP-X: Hungry…food…
Agent Brisk: It did. Do it Rogers.
Agents Rogers shoots the net at the creature. SCP-X screams, falling on the ground
Agent Brisk: Walker, now.
Agent Walker shoots the tranquilizer dart at the creature. It seems to have no effect
Agent Walker: Uh…does it take long for it to work?
Agent Brisk: No. This asshole has thick skin.
The creature cuts the net using its claws
Agent Brisk: Fire!
The agents shoot at SCP-X, the bullets seem to have no effect on the creature
Agent Brisk: Motherfucker.
The creature jumps on agent Brisk pinning him to the ground. Agent Brisk scream in pain
Agent Brisk: Fucking. Cunt.
Agent Brisk uses his taser on the creature. SCP-X screeches and falls on top of agent Brisk
Agent Rogers kicks the creature away apoints his gun at it
Agent Rogers: Fuck.
Agent Walker ties the creature's hands and legs together using what's left of the net
Agent Walker: Call base Rogers.
Agent Rogers: Ye..yes. Base, this is agent Rogers, do you copy?
Base: We hear you agent Rogers.
Agent Rogers: We are need stronger constrains. Requesting backup.
Base: What's your status?
Agent Rogers: Target is unconscious. Bastard injured Brisk. Requesting. Backup.
Base: Understood agent Rogers. Backup team is on the way.
<End Log>
A second team was sent to assist the first, they succeeded on restraining the target, which remained unconscious for six hours after capture.
Agent Hader and agent Evans were confirmed KIA, agent Sharp fully recovered in a five months period, agent Brisk died two days following the incident.
Incident Log X-1:
After capture SCP-X was put in a temporary containment cell until enough information is uncovered to create more suitable containment procedures.
The creature spent 7 hours in that cell before breaching containement by clawing a hole in the concrete wall.
During the breach SCP-X killed and devoured a guard and two researchers, growing at least 0.5 meters in height.
Agent Rogers succeeded in securing the subject by electrocuting it with a standard equipment taser.
Addendum X-1:
A diary was found in the home SCP-X was discovered.
This is a transcript of entries including important informations regarding the object.
Day 3,
I have been living in this home for only a little while and I keep hearing weird noises from the basement, it's getting pretty hard to sleep. I've always been quite the scaredy cat, but I'll suck it up this once and go check it out.
Holy shit. I don't know what I was expecting but this is so much better than anything I could have imagined. This is going to help so much with my book.
I found this thing in the basement, it's so weird but so small, it was pretty adorable. It was so scared the poor thing. I couldn't take a good look at it, it hid behind an old bookshelf as soon as it realised I was in the same room. I'll try to earn its trust in the next few days.
Day 4,
This little thing is so cute! It's looks like a weird mix between a mouse and some insects, it's about as big as a rat and it has these huge eyes. It always stays in the shadows, probably still doesn't trust me enough to come out.
Day 7,
I've ignored the little guy for a few days, had to get some stuff done. I did buy some chicken breasts for it, I wonder if it'll like it.
Haha. The little guy loved it! He still didn't come out of the shadows but it did grab a piece of chicken from my hand. I left the rest of it down there with it, it must be hungry.
Day 12,
The little guy grew quite a bit from last time I saw it. I can distinguish its features so much better now. Those huge eyes are like those of a fly, kinda creepy haha. I gave it a few pieces of chicken breast today as well. Its mouth is the strangest thing I've ever seen. It goes from the top of its head down to its chin.
It's not even a chin, I just don't know how to call it.
Day 19,
The little thing is always hungry, it has been scratching the basement door all night. It was probably malnourished, its appetite must be back. It definitely is carnivorous, it refused anything other than meat. I don't really know what to get it though.
Day 20,
Today I went to the mall and decided to get a whole chicken for the little guy, I'm sure it'll like it
I was right, the little guy basically jumped on the chicken. Haha. I'll let it fill its guts.
Day 21,
Holy shit it grew a lot. I have no idea how but its already the size of the chicken I gave it. The chicken itself is gone, not even bones are left. At least it cleans up after itself. I will try to feed it a little less.
Ok this is getting freaky. Its feet now look like a chicken's. It even changed posture. What the fuck.
Day 36,
Now I understand why it stays in the dark…I feel so bad about it. It trusts me enough to let me touch it, it still tries to bite my fingers but I just gotta be careful.
Anyway, today I grabbed it and tried to take it upstairs, as soon as the light touched it it screamed, burns appeared on its skin…it bit me and ran back to the basement.
I'm sorry little guy.
Day 41,
I woke up tonight to a loud noise coming from the basement. Somehow a cat got inside and attacked my little friend, it didn't end well…for the cat. When I got down there the cat was dead, the little guy was having a feast. Now it is the size of a cat and has pointed ears.
I really need to give it a name.
Day 53,
God I feel awful…I hit a dog today on my way home. It died on impact, I didn't know what to do. I brought it home and gave it to the little guy. It is much bigger now, I might have made a mistake.
I still haven't decided a name for it.
Day 68,
I can't keep this a secret much longer. I have to tell someone.
I called my friend Curtis, he should be here in a few days.
I have ignored the reality of the situation for so long…I don't know what this is. All I know is that it's always hungry, and it gets big fast. It's still my pet, and the only thing to keep me company out here…but I'm not sure what to do about it.
I fucked up. I fucked up so fucking much.
Curtis arrived this evening. I showed him the little guy and we soon got into an argument. He wanted to take it to the authorities, I wanted to keep it safe since I was afraid they would hurt it.
The little guy was all scared too so that didn't help with my decision making.
One thing led to another and I ended up punching Curtis… He fell down the stairs and hit his head. I saw some blood, but I don't know if he died on the spot or not…
The…thing…it started eating Curtis. I saw it grow…it was so fast…it's front legs…they turned into arms.
The scariest part was when it spoke. "Food". That's all it said.
I locked the door to the basement, but I can already hear that beast tearing it apart. It's hungry…it's always hungry…
I can hear it running around looking for me. To whoever reads this…I'm sorry. I should have realised it sooner.
Please ki-
Per 
