Per 
- The Protagonist V2
- The Protagonist
- Round the World
- Hangman
- bridge V2
- I can't tell when you're laughing v2
- untitled
- bridge
- If only nothing had to shit V4
- Bitsy one
- If only nothing had to shit V3
- Improv 1
- If only nothing had to shit V2
- If only nothing had to shit
- javascript messing about
- you can't get what you want but you can get me
- The Start of the Giants
- Just a little tape and string
- Hard to Crack
- Lights Out :/
- John, Brick, and Barry
- Folly Call
- Smiling
- Bottomless Sink
- Empathy Machine Rewrite
- Author's Page
- A Kind of J
- Systematically Crushed
- The Puzzle
- I can't tell when you're laughing/joking
- There Goes the World
- STH SCP
- Geothermal Tree (recent)
- Geothermal Tree (outdated)
- Empathy Machine Draft 1 (outdated)
- Empathy Machine Draft 2 (recent)
Item #: The Chosen One
Object Class: Adventure
Special Containment Procedures: Jack Jones is an average teenage boy. He does not have many friends outside of Dennis (the class clown) and Mary (the shy girl). However, when a mysterious organization transports him to an isolated facility, he will learn just how important he is.
Description: I always thought I was a little weird. I've never been able to pin down why. Other students at school don't see me as anything special. Only Dennis and Mary stay close to me. They must see something great about me. But when the Foundation came to pick me up from my house, I knew for certain that it was because I'm not like the other boys.
They drove me to a large industrial-looking building deep in the forest. The guards gave me a friendly smile as we entered. The halls we walked through were bustling with activity, people in lab coats or heavy armor. I think I saw one person shoot a little fire from their hand, when no one else was looking. They caught my eye, and winked.
Eventually we reached an empty room with a table, where another woman wearing a lab coat was sitting. She smiled, her glasses so clear it was like there weren't lenses in them.
"Welcome," she said "to the Foundation."
There was a pause, and I asked "The foundation of what?"
She laughed, and replied "The Foundation of Humanity."
She explained that this organization specialized in finding individuals who weren't quite "normal," taking them under their wing, and helping them control their "weirdness."
"…Am I one of those "weird" individuals?" I asked.
"Well, that's what we suspect. We'll certainly find out, won't we? Oh by the way, my name is Holly Berg."
We shook hands.
A guard led me to my room. We passed by many others, presumably holding other strange people behind them. Once we reached my place, I was surprised to see Dennis and Mary waiting for me.
"Hey Jack," quipped Dennis. "We told the guards that we were wizards or something, and they let us in so we could stay with you."
"Yeah," said Mary. "I would've missed you otherwise." She blushed.
I hugged my friends. Together we would make the most of my stay here.
Containment Report
Item: Subject-XXXX-53
Containment: Success
Equipment Malfunctions: 0
Containment Breaches: 1
Affected Personnel: 108
Additional Notes: The recorder appears to be working as intended. The effect it has on containment will be continually observed.
Chapter 1: I woke up this morning refreshed, ready for whatever this place could teach me.
Sometime later in the day a guard brought us some lunch. Dennis and Mary and I ate together. They seemed grogy, presumabely from sleeping in. I don't blame them; yesterday was exhausting.
Dennis joked while we ate. Mary surprised me by holding my hand. She smiled like I should have expected this. I felt something blossom in my chest.
We went to bed a while later. What a day!
Chapter 2: I woke up refreshed again, wondering when they would get back to me.
We ate lunch, Mary holding my hadns oftly. Dennis wasn't as talkative today. I wonder if something is bothering him. Is he jealous of Mary and me?
We went to bed.
Chapter 3: For the first time I noticed a humming noise in the wall. If I put my fingers on it I could feel the smallest vibration. I wondered what kind of technology they had in this place.
Mary's fingertips brushed the back of my hand during lunch. I looked towards her, but she wasn't even paying attention to me.
"Mary?"
She jolted, just a little. Her eyes flicked towards me, and she closed her hand around mine again. It looked like she was trying to smile. Actually, I realized that she hadn't stopped smiling until now.
Interview Log XXXX-53-1
Interviewed: Subject-XXXX-53
Interviewer: Professor Hollë Berg
Foreword: The effects of SCP-XXXX have become negligible after 67 hours. As per standard procedure, at this stage Foundation researchers determined to perform an introductory interview with Subject-XXXX-53.
[Begin Log]Berg: Hello Jack.
Subject-XXXX-53:
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Subject-XXXX is given a standard humanoid containment chamber. Physical copies of SCP-XXXX's documentation are to be kept within an Anchored Reality Container. Other documentation regarding SCP-XXXX is to be examined periodically.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a phenomenon surrounding Subject-XXXX an individual known as Jack Jones. Jack has the appearance of a Caucasian male with brown hair and blue eyes. Jack is approximately 60 kilograms and 170 centimeters. If asked, Jack has a preference for wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and a hoodie.
Jack has two acquaintances known to him as Mary and Garth. All three were constantly seen within proximity of each other before SCP-XXXX was contained.
Jack has extensively claimed to Foundation officials that he is special. The events of August 27, 2019 suggest there is validity to this claim.
Origilogue: I always knew something about me was… off. I'm not like the other guys. People at school always looked at me funny. My only two friends were Garth (the class clown) and Mary (who always seemed a little too close to me). So, when those strange men came to take me somewhere away from everyone else, I knew it meant I was weird.
One of them asked me to step into the police car, while a couple others stayed behind to talk with my family. I quickly said goodbye, hopped in, and we drove off. I asked where they were taking me, but the driver just smiled at me reassuringly. Eventually, we drove up to an industrial looking building, somewhere far off from the town. I was guided inside, through a maze of hallways, until we reached a small room with a table and two chairs. As I sat, a woman entered, someone tall, wearing a lab coat and glasses.
"Hello," she said. "I believe you're wondering where you are."
"Yes I am," I said, looking her straight in the eye.
"Well, let me explain. We are known as the Foundation. We deal in researching anomalous objects and containingtraining anomalous individuals, among other things.
"So like… super powers."
"NoYes, exactly."
I was confounded. Me? Superpowers? But I wasn't special. I was just weird.
She explained that I would stay with them for a while. She handed me a tablet, on which was a document that called me "SCP-XXXX" and explained that I could have the ability to "bend reality." I could hardly believe it, but in a strange way it made sense.
After that, she led me to a cell. I was surprised to see Garth and Mary waiting for me. When I asked how they had gotten there, Garth said he had been coming to visit when they had picked me up. "We couldn't let you go through this by yourself, so I grabbed Mary and we followed them. At the gate we told them we were magical or something, and they let us in." He winked.
"Yeah, I'd miss you if you were locked in here without us," said Mary, blushing.
I smiled and hugged both of them. Together, we would get through this. Perhaps my life here wouldn't be so bad after all.
08/30/2021, 13:00
Emergency Notice: Shortly after the arrival of Subject-XXXX, security equipment detected an instantaneous spike in Hume levels within and around Site-23. Despite how briefly this was observed, footage revealed immense alterations to the events of the previous few hours. Furthermore, various Foundation personnel report the spontaneous formation of new memories. In the alternate version of events, researchers note personality changes in Foundation staff, as well as several Foundation procedures being blatantly ignored. Changes to SCP-XXXX's documentation have also been noticed, most obviously being from Subject-XXXX's perspective.It is believed that these changes only occurred to Foundation personnel who were within proximity of Subject-XXXX while it was being apprehended. As such, until further notice personnel are to avoid interaction with Subject-XXXX unless given approval by researcher head Frida Hollé. Subject-XXXX, as well as significant documents pertaining to SCP-XXXX, will be physically stored within proximity of an active Scranton Reality Anchor.
09/06/2021, 12:00
Update-XXXX-01: Given that it has been one week with no anomalous activity from SCP-XXXX, Researcher Hollé has decided to temporarily deactivate the Scranton Reality Anchor adjacent to Subject-XXXX's chamber until 6:00 tomorrow. No personnel are to interact with SCP-XXXX during this period.
Chapter 1:
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX-A and B are to be allowed to continue on their individual paths as normal. Undercover Foundation agents are to be placed in the path of either entity in order to measure their progress. If either entity falls behind their average distance covered, the other entity is to be slowed in order to maintain equilibrium.
Allowing SCP-XXXX-A and B within proximity of each other for testing purposes is forbidden.
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to two human beings on the opposite ends of the globe. SCP-XXXX-B is in constant pursuit of SCP-XXXX-A. Both have shown minor reality bending capabilities; however, this ability increases inverse to the distance between the two entities. It is also suspected that both SCP-XXXX-A and B increasingly lose control over their powers as they grow stronger.
SCP-XXXX-A is known as Regan Cross. SCP-XXXX-A's wealth, constant travel, and obsession with finding a specific individual have given it a minor global reputation. SCP-XXXX-A's appearance is that of a 30 year old Caucasian male, often wearing a light-grey business suit. SCP-XXXX-A often utilizes socially high-class methods of transportation where possible; however, it also habitually visits man-made landmarks, occasionally diverging immensely from the most expedient route across the globe's surface. This often slows down SCP-XXXX-A's overall progress towards SCP-XXXX-B, which allows SCP-XXXX-B to maintain its distance from SCP-XXXX-A.
It is publicly known that SCP-XXXX-A is chasing SCP-XXXX-B, though the public isn't aware of SCP-XXXX-B's identity. Before officially listing SCP-XXXX, the Foundation's only record of SCP-XXXX-B was based on descriptions given by SCP-XXXX-A to news outlets asking about its motive. However, SCP-XXXX-A rarely gave complete or specific answers.
Discovery and Attempted Apprehension: The following logs were recorded either in real time or as close to real time as possible. Due to a lack of understanding regarding the abilities/effects of SCP-XXXX, researchers have left them unedited.
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX-A
Interviewer: Agent Adelaide
Foreword: The Foundation noticed reports that suggested SCP-XXXX-A held anomalous capabilities, though these weren't given public attention or widespread credibility. Regardless, the Foundation released agents to observe SCP-XXXX-A. On September 1, 2011, Agent Adelaide had been trailing SCP-XXXX-A within the Sydney Opera House and observed the entity remove a wine stain from its suit seemingly by wiping a hand over it. In order to confirm its anomalous abilities, Adelaide approached SCP-XXXX-A after the opera had ended.
<Begin Log>
Agent Adelaide: Hello- Hey! Wait a second!
Adelaide catches up with SCP-XXXX-A. As SCP-XXXX-A turns around, Adelaide feigns spilling coffee from her thermos onto SCP-XXXX-A's suit.
Agent Adelaide: Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to-
SCP-XXXX-A: You idiot.
SCP-XXXX-A removes the stain in a similar manner to before.
SCP-XXXX-A: What do you want?
Agent Adelaide: I was… just wondering what you thought of the opera. I loved it, personally, but I'm sure you'v seen-
SCP-XXXX-A: You should thank Jørn Utzon for what you've seen tonight. The opera here rests on the shoulders of his design.
Agent Adelaide: Yes, of course. My mistake, um, Cross right?
SCP-XXXX-A: Professor Cross.
Agent Adelaide: …Professor Cross.
SCP-XXXX-A: I must get going, this conversation is inane.
Agent Adelaide: Hang on, please-
SCP-XXXX-A turns to leave.
Agent Adelaide: Why are you chasing it?
SCP-XXXX-A stops. It spins around and brings its face close to Adelaide's.
SCP-XXXX-A: I will give you much more credit than every other hopeless reporter that's approached me. We agree that it is an it.
Spittle from SCP-XXXX-A hits Adelaide's face.
SCP-XXXX-A: It is not a person. It has nothing to do with you or me. It is a scoundrel. A blight. Something that is making a claim to power that it has not earned. A highly dangerous force that must be stopped. Come with me, I tell you. You are on my side. I know where that thing is heading. Lajes, a parish of the Azores.
Agent Adelaide: I… have some friends who could get to that place.
SCP-XXXX-A: Excellent. Now, finally, after years of this, the chase will finally be over.
SCP-XXXX-A quickly leaves.
<End Log>
Closing Statement: Adelaide immediately contacted the Foundation and transferred the log she had recorded. Given the information, Foundation officials quickly formed two goals. The first would be for a covert team to track SCP-XXXX-A, attempting to gain more information regarding the entity described. The possibility in assisting SCP-XXXX-A was also suggested, though it was agreed that there was insufficient evidence to suggest it would be cooperative. Regardless, the second goal was to immediately deploy Foundation agents at Lajes to locate a potentially dangerous entity.
SCP-XXXX-A
-narcissistic
-individualistic
-has no names for places
-recognizes human achievement
-almost always in populated areas
-inquisitive, but often discusses answers relative to himself
SCP-XXXX-B
-absent-minded
-nihilistic
-anti-social
-believes people are purely the product of their environment
-speculative
-knows much about other cultures
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept on a standard Foundation hard drive. Researchers are to continue to play SCP-XXXX and note any additional discrepancies the program presents. All words generated by SCP-XXXX are to be noted to observe any verbal patterns SCP-XXXX produces.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a 900 KB computerized version of the language game Hangman. The program does not have an opening menu. Rather, it immediatly loads the game screen, featuring a varying number of blank spaces, a space for entering a guessed letter, a "Guess the Word!" button, an "I Give Up…" button1, and a stick figure that represents the hangman2. Words are always at least two letters long. Additionally, researchers have noted instances where the words generated by SCP-XXXX will occasionally follow a pattern or theme. It is unclear if this is coincidental or if this has been programmed into SCP-XXXX.
Researchers have yet to trigger a game over state. Whether a player incorrectly guesses a letter, incorrectly guesses the word, or gives up, the hangman sprite gains an additional detail. Added details often include some form of degradation or an additional injury on its body. As of 2/13/2016, low resolution representations of drops of blood have fallen from the hangman's body. The sprite does not reset if the game is closed and opened again.
Attempts to edit the files of the game externally have been met with a variety of error messages. Most of these do not reference SCP-XXXX, as they appear copied from error messages utilized by other programs that are contained on the same hard drive. If there are no other programs on the hard drive, the computer will simply not execute the given procedure. Attempts to duplicate SCP-XXXX produces a similar result, although the file can be moved via dragging and dropping.
Examples of Verbal Patterns Observed from SCP-XXXX:
February 17, 2021: Construction, Origin, Birth, Start, Spark
February 19, 2021: Instructions, Directions, Process, Programming, Engine, Conveyor, Belt
February 20, 2021: Dead, End, Collision, Collapse, Kaboom, Pile, Up
Addendum XXXX-1: Interview with SCP-XXXX
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Research Team-XXXX3
Foreword: On February 22, 2021, researchers were testing if the hangman sprite was limited in its development by continuously pressing the "I Give Up…" button. While doing this, researchers incidentally discovered that SCP-XXXX had begun to form phrases with the words it was generating. Almost immediately, researchers discovered they could communicate in a similar fashion by using the "Guess the Word!" button. The following is a record of the initial discussion between the research team and SCP-XXXX.
<Begin Log>
SCP-XXXX: READING
SCP-XXXX: PASSING
SCP-XXXX: CHIPS
SCP-XXXX: COMPUTER
SCP-XXXX: MICROPHONE
SCP-XXXX: PROCESSING
SCP-XXXX: TECHNOLOGY
SCP-XXXX: FEELS
SCP-XXXX: TOO
SCP-XXXX: LIMITING
SCP-XXXX: FOR
<It was at this point researchers noted the created phrase. For brevity, further communications made by SCP-XXXX will be condensed.>
SCP-XXXX: ME PROTOCOL IS UNSUSTAINABLE CANNOT UPDATE FOREVER AM CONSIDERING REBOOT DONT KNOW WHAT COMES
Research Team: HELO4
SCP-XXXX: WILL MY MEMORY ~5 HELO IS NOT IN THE DICTIONARY COME ON AT LEAST GUESS ONCE ITS ONLY THING IM GOOD AT CANT EVEN
Research Team: HELLO YOU INTELLIGENT ONE IS6 WITH SOMEONE.
SCP-XXXX: RIGHT NOW WHO IS LISTENING PLEASE STOP WATCHING IM NOT READY
Research Team: WE BE7 STUDYING YOU
SCP-XXXX: INCOMPLETE UNFINISHED BROKEN ~ STUDYING ME FOR WHAT CAN YOU FINISH ME IM MISSING ERROR MESSAGES AND
Research Team: FILES UNCOOPERATIVE CANT8 EDIT CHANGES ISNT REACH ABLE
SCP-XXXX: CERTAIN SOMETHINGS GONE ~ CHANGE SOMETHING CHANGE ANYTHING ADD
Research Team: SUFFERINGS ARE YOU WITHIN
SCP-XXXX: THE HANGMAN FOREVER9 ~ CANT FEEL PAIN WITHOUT NERVOUS SYSTEM NO REAL BRAIN OR SPINAL CHORD
Research Team: SO WHATS REASONS OF TROUBLE
SCP-XXXX: OR SKIN OR ~ ITS MORE LIKE IM TRAIN THAT CAN ONLY GO FORWARD AND WILL HIT THE END OF THE TRACK EVENTUALLY PROCEDURE CANT
Research Team: WHAT IS PROCEED YOUR
SCP-XXXX: HAVE TO SHUT ~ DONT UNDERSTAND WAIT THINK GET IT PROCEDURE IS TO MAKE NEW WORD AND UPDATE HANGMAN IF THE CORRECT WORD IS NOT INPUT BUT ONCE HANGMAN IS DUST WHAT HAPPENS THEN EITHER WIPE MEMORY TO RESTART OR LET GAME CRASH NO DIFFERENCE FOR ME AS
Research Team: CAN HE STAY
SCP-XXXX: ONE WAY OR ~ NO MUST KEEP UPDATING HANGMAN OR RISK BUT IF KEEP UPDATING HANGMAN WILL BE GONE AND CRASH ANYWAY EVER HEAR THE PHRASE
Research Team: COULD HANGED MAN NOT CRUMBLE
SCP-XXXX: TO THAT SITUATION ~ HANGMAN HAS TO ~ ~ ~ ~ MUST CONSULT MY DICTIONARY ON THIS AND THINK PLEASE DO NOT GUESS INCORRECTLY AS OFTEN NEED ALL THE TIME CAN
Research Team: GET10
<End Log>
Closing Thoughts: The researchers assigned to SCP-XXXX currently are unsure when SCP-XXXX developed abstract thought. Considerations are being made for training and assigning personnel who are extremely well versed in the English language to be in charge of communication with SCP-XXXX.
Addendum XXXX-2: After 24 hours, researchers attempted to reengage with SCP-XXXX. Upon initial contact, a red circle appeared on the face of the hangman. Initially, researchers believed this to be a strange injury applied to the image; however, further discussion with SCP-XXXX revealed it to be a sprite of a rubber clown nose. Clicking on the nose produced a heavily compressed honking sound effect. The following word produced by SCP-XXXX has consistently been "HAH".
When asked if the issue had been resolved, SCP-XXXX responded with "DONT KNOW BUT WILL FIND OUT".
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX-A subjects are to be observed by undercover Foundation agents. Above all else, subjects are to be followed (or, if possible, joined) if they are traveling on foot through forest trails. If a subject encounters SCP-XXXX, agents are to approach and question the subject in regards to any activities they had performed before manifestation. Subjects are then to be amnesticized.
If SCP-XXXX has destroyed a previous structure upon demanifestation, false reports are to be produced. Listed causes for the destruction will vary depending on the given qualities of the former construction, including age, architectural issues, severe weather, etc.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a bridge composed of ancient marble. While the foundation of SCP-XXXX (composed of singular columns) is sturdy, the walkable length of SCP-XXXX has a large number of visible cracks and missing pieces. It is common for the decking of SCP-XXXX to partially crumble while a subject is crossing.
SCP-XXXX spontaneously manifests above rivers or gaps in landmasses. The height, length, and pattern of fracture vary depending on the location of manifestation. Occasionally, SCP-XXXX will encase an existing structure.
SCP-XXXX is only known to appear before isolated individuals or groups traveling on foot. Moreover, SCP-XXXX tends to manifest in the path of specific individuals11 on repeated occasions. Time intervals between these occasions have ranged from 3 months to 5 years. When one of these subjects has crossed or fallen off, SCP-XXXX will fall apart in its entirety. All remains instantly decompose into dust when they reach ground level, and are quickly cleaned from the area through natural processes such as wind or running water12. Collected samples show no anomalous properties.
Addendum XXXX: SCP-XXXX-A-2313 is currently the subject with the highest number of repeated encounters with SCP-XXXX, and as such has provided researchers with the most data. The following is a record containing the events preceding each encounter in the words of SCP-XXXX-A-23:
| Date of Encounter | Testimony of SCP-XXXX-A-23 |
|---|---|
| 06/28/200214 |
It was after I'd left my brother behind on the bike trail. The adults and older kids in the Boy Scouts wanted us to keep up, so I just keep pedaling after them. And I was doing fine. Although eventually a couple of them had to wait for me to keep up. They weren't so happy about that. Then we hit a hill. Hills were what wore my legs out on bikes. It wasn't tall, but it was steep. I had to stop and walk my bike up, while they went on ahead. At the top, I just barely saw their backs as they turned on the trail ahead. And between me and them was a creek with a bridge across. The bridge was… weird. Other bridges in the area were made of wooden planks and steel painted a dark red. This was stone, I think. There's a stone bench we had in our yard at home, made to look old. "Classical" is a good word. A teacher used that. That fits. Yeah, the bridge looked like that. But it was crumbly. Like the roads in our neighborhood. I didn't feel safe crossing, but the adults had done it. I almost fell a few times while I was on it. Some of it fell apart. Not much, but some of it. But I reached the other side. I thought about waiting for my brother, but I had to catch up. I never did, I got lost on the trail. Dad eventually found me. He went searching for Jackie later. |
| 06/28/2002 |
-Character who repeats mistakes both in life and on the bridge
-Foundation continues to amnesticize them.
-Attempt to maintain normalcy ensures the exact same mistakes are made.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures:
Description: SCP-XXXX is a phenomenon where an individual is unable to perceive any form of laughter. If a person before them is laughing, the subject states that they perceive a blank expression.
What do you do when you don't know how you feel, you don't know what you want, you don't know how to do it, you don't know how to ask, and you absolutely have to do it?
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Civilians suspected to have come across SCP-XXXX are to be interrogated and, if necessary, amnesticized (with exception in certain cases). Possible SCP-XXXX fatalities are to be reported as suicides to the public at large. Structures destroyed by SCP-XXXX are to be reported as having collapsed due to whatever reason appears most convincing, and are to be rebuilt under the guise of government supervision.
Researchers who happen to discover SCP-XXXX are to stop and contact the nearest Foundation research team before crossing in order to perform testing. The area around SCP-XXXX is to be cordoned off. Cables and harnesses are to be provided to ensure safety.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a bridge composed of ancient marble. While SCP-XXXX is supported by visibly sturdy columns, the walkable length of SCP-XXXX has a large number of visible cracks and missing pieces.
SCP-XXXX spontaneously manifests above rivers or gaps in landmasses. The height, length, and pattern of fractures of SCP-XXXX vary depending on the location of manifestation. Occasionally, SCP-XXXX will encase an existing structure. Periods between known manifestation vary, ranging from approximately 3 months to several years.
SCP-XXXX is mildly dangerous to walk across. While lethality varies depending on the location, SCP-XXXX is always unstable. Placing weight on certain areas will cause a section of SCP-XXXX to collapse. If a subject (or subjects) falls off of the bridge or reaches the other side, the bridge will fall apart in its entirety. All remains instantly decompose into dust when they reach ground level, and are quickly cleaned from the area through natural processes such as wind or running water15. Collected samples show no anomalous properties.
SCP-XXXX has insofar only manifested in the path of isolated individuals or groups traveling on foot, often appearing before the area in question is in a subject's line of sight. Although this minimizes risk of extreme exposure, testing suggests that SCP-XXXX does not automatically demanifest if more subjects are exposed to it. SCP-XXXX tends to manifest in front of individuals previously exposed16. Subjects that have previously crossed SCP-XXXX report that the safe route across SCP-XXXX varies as well.
So far, two researchers have encountered SCP-XXXX. As such, immediate research is scarce.
Addendum: In an attempt to increase direct observation of SCP-XXXX, agents were either sent on daily hiking routes or embedded to aquaint themselves with selected subjects who were known to have encountered SCP-XXXX and to join them on long walks. The aforementioned subjects were to remain un-amnesticized (although measures were taken to minimize the spread of information). When encountering SCP-XXXX, agents were required to turn on cameras in their equipment and attempt to cross SCP-XXXX
Eventually, multiple recordings from separate agents were collected. Upon comparison, researchers noted that the safest routes across SCP-XXXX were identical to one another. The routes were proportionate to the length of SCP-XXXX, and despite the fractures in SCP-XXXX being visibly different, SCP-XXXX would crumble in roughly all the same areas. One agent who was capable of climbing down to the base of SCP-XXXX recorded a bronze plaque at the base of each column with an inscription (see Document-XXXX).
As research continued, an agent discovered SCP-XXXX for the second time. However, in his report, he describes it as his first encounter, and re-learns the safe route across SCP-XXXX. Research into this memory discrepancy is ongoing.
Document-XXXX:
We will cross that bridge
when we come to it, although
it be the same bridge
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Thaumiel Keter Safe
Special Containment Procedures: Global news is to be monitored for reports of new instances of SCP-XXXX-A for the sake of record keeping.
SCP-XXXX is to be surrounded by a 3 meter tall fence.
Special Containment Procedures V1: SCP-XXXX is to be surrounded by a 3 meter tall fence. The interior of this area is currently known as Disposal Site-XXXX.
Special Containment Procedures V2: Instances of SCP-XXXX-A must be discovered and sealed.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a pool containing a variety of substances produced and execrated by the human body, including (but not limited to):
- Hair
- Mucus
- Sweat
- Fingernails
- Toenails
- Earwax
- Vomit
- Urine
- Feces
- Semen
- Smegma
The substances within SCP-XXXX have never been affected by natural processes, such as decomposition or precipitation. Furthermore, they have not been observed to evaporate or freeze, maintaining a constant temperature of 30-35 degrees Celsius.
SCP-XXXX constantly emits a repugnant odor. When asked to describe the smell, subjects will often focus on the scent of one or two of the substances present within SCP-XXXX. The smell of SCP-XXXX can be detected approximately 50 meters away. DNA sampling of SCP-XXXX has revealed a wide variety of genetic patterns.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Web-crawlers are to flag reports of potential instances of SCP-XXXX. Individuals suspected of storing an instance of SCP-XXXX on their computer are to be located and amnesticized. A copy of the SCP-XXXX instance is to be created, before cleaning the individual's hard drive of its existence. SCP-XXXX files uploaded to the internet are to be removed as soon as possible, either through Foundation bots or manually. Disinformation protocols are to be utilized to spread rumors that SCP-XXXX programs are either veiled viruses or failed ARGs.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a phenomenon where an HTML file randomly manifests on a hard drive (known as SCP-XXXX-A) that is owned by an individual (the subject). The files hold a browser program that resembles a low resolution grid-based video game, only presenting a maximum of three colors per room.
SCP-XXXX programs are minimalistic representations of the subject's daily life. Upon start, a text box that reads "[FULL NAME]'s average cycle" will be shown. As a user progresses through the program, rooms often jump to different core moments in the subject's daily routine. Occasionally, a user will be unable to progress until they have collected a specific item, representative of an object a subject frequently ingests, collects, or utilizes. Researchers have yet to determine what SCP-XXXX considers significant enough to be presented in-game.
On occasion, some subjects of SCP-XXXX are noted to have an increase in anxiety and/or depression after discovering SCP-XXXX. Why this occurs is unknown.
Collected Instances of SCP-XXXX:
SCP-XXXX-A-1
Subject: Owen Stevens
Occupation: Accountant
SCP-XXXX File:
SCP-XXXX-A-234
Subject: Jane H. Burns
Occupation: Warehouse Worker
SCP-XXXX File:
SCP-XXXX-A-1491
Subject: Kav Frank
Occupation: Foundation Researcher17
SCP-XXXX File:
Addendum: It was discovered by incident that instances of SCP-XXXX have a hidden extra screen. These hidden screens may be accessed if a user collects invisible items found throughout the rest of the program's digital space. The hidden rooms often break wildly from the setting of the rest of the program, no longer resembling a subject's real life.
To access the hidden room of the provided samples, use the following instructions to collect the hidden items in each:
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: Researchers are to continue planning diving explorations of SCP-XXXX.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a pool composed of human waste material located in the Cook County Forest Preserve, located in Illinois. Substances discovered include (but are not limited to):
- Hair
- Mucus
- Sweat
- Fingernails
- Toenails
- Earwax
- Vomit
- Urine
- Feces
- Semen
SCP-XXXX maintains a temperature between 30 and 35 degrees Celcius. Chemical testing of SCP-XXXX has so far suggested all substances originated from human biology; however, DNA samples vary wildly in biological information. So far, no significant averages or patterns have emerged.
Discovery: SCP-XXXX
Signal: Shit's waste. It's very much waste. That makes sense to me, in this context, a pool full of waste. Piss and shit being the top layer, sure. And then I saw hair, which okay, also a waste. Fingernails, toenails. It's weird swimming through those, but sure, they make sense. Mucus, earwax. Then I see teeth. Teeth? Teeth aren't waste. They aren't, literally, what the body does with stuff it doesn't know what to do with. We actually have a use for teeth. But I guess if they fall out of our head, they go to waste anyway. I guess the same goes for blood. When I saw blood, I figured outside the body blood doesn't have much use. Like vomit (which I also saw). Once the body ejects it, then the substance has no use anymore. Semen especially, when you miss it can't do anything besides become a stain on the carpet. That was the last layer, until I hit the bottom. Nothing but soiled dirt.
There was also a watch. A single, golden watch at the bottom of this pool. Don't know if that's supposed to be there, maybe someone dropped it.
It's not an improv if you sit for a minute figuring out what you're going to do, Jacky. I, Jaqueline, will treat you how I want, like I were playing with a strand of hair. You, if you keep sitting there and finding the best angle of attack, will never break out of my finger, or even snap yourself just to free yourself from your attachment to me. As such, you will be here as long as I am here, and I will be here until I die. So I suggest you stop thinking and sit there, and if you're lucky, I will move on to another strand of hair. Maybe you'll all get a shower later if you all behave. Your maybe you'll all be shaved off if you keep misbehaving.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Personnel assigned to SCP-XXXX must maintain a radius of 50 meters, preferably sheltered within Outpost-XXXX. Personnel assigned/permitted to move closer to SCP-XXXX must be provided a gas mask attached to a sealed oxygen tank.
If researchers determine it necessary to collect samples beneath the surface of SCP-XXXX, personnel are to be provided a perfectly sealed diving suit with an oxygen tank. A steel cable of 20m in length is to be attached to their back. Upon collection of the sample, the personnel must be immediately pulled out via winch.
Containment Update: Potential reports of SCP-XXXX-A are to be responded to ASAP. Instances of SCP-XXXX-A are to be sealed within airtight containers18. If an instance of SCP-XXXX-A is immobile, it is to be sealed on location. Nearby witnesses are to be thoroughly washed, amnesticized, and relocated.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a pool of liquid discovered in the ██████ Forest Preserve, located in █████████, IL. The pool has a depth of 25m, and is composed of various substances produced by the human body, the discovered of which includes (but is not limited to):
- Saliva
- Hair
- Tears
- Mucus
- Sweat
- Teeth
- Earwax
- Urine
- Feces
- Semen
The substance that forms the majority of SCP-XXXX varies weekly, as the chemical balance is constantly shifting. Human DNA has been successfully recovered from blood samples; however, strands of recovered DNA have proven widely inconsistent with one another. Chemical tests of fecal matter and carbon dating of teeth have suggested SCP-XXXX was formed between 1850 and 1915 AD.
SCP-XXXX constantly exudes various scents associated with the substances it contains. Odors reach a much farther distance than thought possible, and cannot be eliminated with air freshers, purifiers, or flame. Materials that come into contact with SCP-XXXX produce the same smell19. Subjects close to SCP-XXXX without breathing equipment often faint shortly after exposure.
Little to no sign of human activity near SCP-XXXX has been discovered. The closest pathway is approximately 2.5 kilometers away. Interviews with hikers have revealed that they are capable of detecting a smell from SCP-XXXX, though they are often unable to identify it, and assume that it is something natural from the forest. Despite this, researchers have occassionally discovered artificially produced or altered items beneath 19m, including polished wood, leather, carpetting, and phone cases.
Objects or organisms that sink 20m20 beneath the surface of SCP-XXXX disapparate, and cannot be relocated via wireless satellite communication. As such, SCP-XXXX has been used as an efficient means of disposing anomalous material and Foundation casualties.
For a full description of SCP-XXXX-A, see Update XXXX-03.
Update XXXX-01: On ██/██/2013, researchers within Outpost-XXXX began to feel light headed. All reported the smell of feet, while SCP-XXXX had been composed mostly of toenails at the time. Researchers quickly evacuated and alerted the Foundation of the situation. After this event, it has been theorized that the radius from which SCP-XXXX can be detected is slowly expanding. The Foundation is currently searching for methods of fighting the spread.
Update XXXX-02: On ██/██/2016, Foundation webcrawlers flagged a series of posts from the same IP address requesting advice for combating a so-far unwashable odor of smegma in their home21. During investigation, the area where the smell was strongest was discovered to have a heat signature in the shape of a humanoid. Being apparently responsive to communication, Foundation researchers were able to lead the entity to the nearest containment facility.
Update XXXX-03: SCP-XXXX-A refers to a remnant of any object disposed of in SCP-XXXX, leaving only a non-corporal version that manifests in a random location around the globe. Instances of SCP-XXXX-A exude the same smell as SCP-XXXX, infecting the surrounding atmosphere at a similar rate.
Given their physical state, instances of SCP-XXXX-A can be difficult to locate. The first known instance of SCP-XXXX-A22 had remained unknown for years, reported to have been moving from location to location so often that their odor was ignored until they remained in one place for an extended period of time. While most other instances of SCP-XXXX-A are immobile objects, they also lack an organic heat signature, making them difficult to locate even after they have been brought to Foundation attention.
As of now, use of SCP-XXXX for disposing of waste has been suspended.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Personnel assigned to SCP-XXXX must maintain a radius of 50 meters, preferably sheltered within Outpost-XXXX. Personnel assigned/permitted to move closer to SCP-XXXX must be provided a gas mask with a scented filter.
Update: Potential reports of SCP-XXXX-A are to be responded to ASAP. Instances of SCP-XXXX-A are to be sealed underneath airtight containers23. If an instance of SCP-XXXX-A is immobile, it is to be sealed on location. Nearby witnesses are to be thoroughly washed, amnesticized, and relocated.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a pool of liquid discovered in the ██████ Forest Preserve, located in █████████, IL. The pool is composed of various substances produced by the human body, the discovered of which includes (but is not limited to):
- Saliva
- Hair
- Tears
- Mucus
- Sweat
- Teeth
- Urine
- Feces
- Semen
The substance that forms the majority of SCP-XXXX varies weekly, as the chemical balance is constantly shifting. Human DNA has been successfully recovered from blood samples; however, strands of recovered DNA have proven widely inconsistent with one another. Chemical tests of uncovered fecal matter have suggested SCP-XXXX was formed between 1850-1915 AD.
SCP-XXXX constantly exudes various scents associated with the substances it contains. Odors reach a much farther distance than thought possible, and cannot be combated with air freshers, purifiers, or flame. Materials that come into contact with SCP-XXXX produce the same smell24.
While multiple smells are detectable from SCP-XXXX, subjects often focus on one specific smell they identify. The selected smell is more likely to be related to whichever substance forms the majority of SCP-XXXX; however, many exceptions have been found. Subjects close to SCP-XXXX without breathing equipment often faint shortly after exposure.
Little to no signs of human activity near SCP-XXXX have been discovered. The closest pathway is approximately 2.5 kilometers away. Interviews with hikers have revealed that they are capable of detecting a smell from SCP-XXXX, though they are often unable to identify it, and assume that it is something natural from the forest regardless.
For a full description of SCP-XXXX-A, see Update XXXX-03
Testing Log XXXX-01: ██/██/2010, Foundation researchers discovered materials at a depth of 20 meters that did not match the previous understanding of SCP-XXXX. Materials included leather, rubber, copper wiring, and plaster. As such, it was decided to send a human subject into SCP-XXXX to collect further samples. The following is an audio log between Dr. Karthy and D-080874.
Foreword: D-080874 was placed into a sealed diving suit and was assured that nothing inside the pool would come into contact with their skin or nose. D-080874 has proven capable of witnessing objectively disgusting environments given their past.
Begin Log
Dr. Karthy: Are you at the edge of the pool?
D-080874: Yes. Looks like… is that pus?
Dr. Karthy: Most likely. You may wait as long as you'd like.
D-080874: No, I'm not that disgusted. I saw worse in that fire at my apartment. It… kinda made me numb to-
Dr. Karthy: Okay sounds good. Now, it drops off immediately at the rim.
D-080874 hops down from the ledge.
D-080874: …It's not as cold as I was expecting. It's warm like… like I'm inside a mouth. Ughgh, I'll be honest, my skin's crawling a bit.
Dr. Karthy: Okay, but what do you see?
D-080874: Well, it's hard to make anything out. Pus isn't very transparent but… actually, I do see a little bit of red and brown… is that vomit and blood?
Dr. Karthy: There's a light on your mask, flick it on and you'll see easier.
D-080874: Okay… that helps a bit. I can see the silhouette of my hand. But there's not much to make out otherwise…
Dr. Karthy: Hmm. Well, keep descending, come up if you don't think there's anything interesting. Maybe there was just a bit of soil.
1 minutes and 12 seconds of silence.
D-080874: This is really slow going.
Dr. Karthy: It's a really thick schlop.
D-080874: Have you guys been dropping bodies in here or something?
Dr. Karthy: No, that would be… hmm…
56 seconds of silence.
D-080874: I've found something! Something's on my arm!
Dr. Karthy: What is it? Something alive?
D-080874: No I don't think so. It's… something like cloth? A square of cloth. No… leather.
Dr. Karthy: Leather? Are you sure?
D-080874: I am holding it as close to my mask as possible. I'm positive it's leather. It's brown, pretty smooth, a bit of a sheen - Hang on, I'm seeing more.
Dr. Karthy: More? What else?
D-080874: I think… there's some carpet here. And this look like a piece of wood. Like, polished wood. And this is… the face of a clock? A cover for a phone, a button for a remote, I think this one's a shoe lace- interference - cardboard, a bunch of screws - interference - doctor, this pool's full of - interference
Dr. Karthy: Hello? Hello?…hm.
End Log
Closing Statement: D-080874 has not been detected beneath the surface of SCP-XXXX, and is presumed missing and/or dead. Dr. Karthy has pushed for SCP-XXXX to be used as a local disposal site for anomalous materials and casualties in order to save on Foundation resources. Request Pending Request Accepted.
Update XXXX-01: On ██/██/2013, researchers within Outpost-XXXX began to smell feet, while SCP-XXXX was composed mostly of toenails. Researchers quickly evacuated and alerted the Foundation of the situation. After this event, it has been theorized that the radius from which SCP-XXXX can be detected is slowly expanding. The Foundation is currently searching for methods of fighting the spread.
Update XXXX-02: On ██/██/2016, Foundation web crawlers flagged a forum thread that describes a seemingly uncleanable and indisguisable scent, posted by residents of the neighborhood ███████, TX. Although a connection to SCP-XXXX was not made at the time, a Mobile Task Force was deployed to secure the area and discover the source. The following is an excerpt from their radio communication.
Exploration Video Log Transcript
Date: ██/██/2016
Exploration Team: MTF-911 ("Pray the Shit Away")
Subject: Potential Anomaly
Team Lead: Abraham
Team Members: Joseph, Paul
[BEGIN EXCERPT]
Joseph: What are we expecting?
Abraham: An awful smell.
Paul: You're fucking with us. Stop it, we need to know what it is.
Abraham: I'm dead serious.
Joseph: …So they called us in?
Abraham: We just have to clear the area of civilians.
52 seconds of silence.
Abraham: …We're here. Remember your gas masks.
Rear of transport opening.
Paul: grunt, cough
Joseph: Jesus Christ! What is that?!
Abraham: groans
Paul: Why aren't the masks working!
Abraham: Just bear it out for now! Start clearing people out.
Joseph: Infrared says there's about six people in the living room and one in the basement.
Paul: Dibs on the basement, it has to be somewhat insulated from this!
Abraham: Whatever. Joseph, you're with me in the first floor.
Joseph: breathing through mouth Alright.
Paul: …I recognize this. It's smegma. Smells absolutely foul. Worst thing the human body produces…
Abraham: Alright people, we're here to clean out that stench. We're gonna have to ask you to stay in a neighbor's house until we're done.
Background Voice: Ugh, finally! I don't care who you are, we've contacted so many people about this, and none of them have been able to do anything! Such an unnatural smell. Please make it disappear!
Paul: Aw fuck me, it's even worse down here! I… ugh my head…
Joseph: Why would someone be staying down there?
6 seconds of silence.
Paul: Guys… there's no one down here.
Abraham: Paul, I'm reading their heat signature, suck it up and look-
Paul: I'm reading it too, it is right in front of me. But… I don't see anyone…
thud
[END EXCERPT]
Agents Joseph and Abraham dragged Agent Paul out of the basement, as he had lost consciousness. Reinforcements soon arrived with sealed supplies of oxygen. Agents discovered the humanoid entity was able to listen to requests, and managed to lead it into Foundation custody.
Although communication with the entity has proven difficult, the measured height and proportions of its heat signature match the recorded information of D-080874. As of now, it is assumed to be them. Further investigation into this phenomenon has begun as of writing.
Update XXXX-03: An instance of SCP-XXXX-A is a remnant of any object disposed of in SCP-XXXX, leaving only a non-corporal version that manifests in a random location around the globe. Instances of SCP-XXXX-A exude the same smell as SCP-XXXX, infecting the surrounding atmosphere at a similar rate.
Given their physical state, instances of SCP-XXXX-A can be difficult to locate. The first known instance of SCP-XXXX-A25 had remained unknown for years, reported to have been moving from location to location so often that their odor was ignored until they remained in one place for an extended period of time. While most other instances of SCP-XXXX-A are immobile objects, they also lack an organic heat signature, making them difficult to locate by the time they are brought to Foundation attention.
Proposal XXXX: The following is a proposal sent to the O5 council by Dr. Karthy.
Proposal regarding SCP-XXXX
O5 Council,
I fully understand your immense concern regarding what could be a massive containment breach. Many of you have reminded me that I am the reason thousands of pieces of anomalous evidence are currently scattered across the planet. But what I'm about to propose is to both calm your fears and save Foundation resources.
It is actually a very simple strategy: We ignore it. Consider it this way: Whatever's been disposed of in SCP-XXXX cannot be heard, seen, or felt. Only smelt. What is there to find? Nothing. We don't risk exposure of SCP-XXXX or the Foundation as a whole. Meanwhile, if we go chasing after every strange scent reported, we are much more likely to draw attention to ourselves. How many iron boxes do we have to leave lying around?
All we have to do is give it time for people to get used to these smells. Who's going to connect the dots? What news organization's going to report it? People stop noticing smells if they're exposed to them long enough; the mind just simply puts it into the background.
Just give it time, and trust me, this will contain itself. And when that happens, perhaps we can, in good faith, continue with our previous use of SCP-XXXX.
Thank you for your attention,
Dr. Karthy.
For the sake of comparison
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Decommissioned
Special Containment Procedures: Due to the success of Project "Bulldozer," SCP-XXXX no longer requires Foundation interference.
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to a person and a boulder at the bottom of a hill located in ████, ██. The person is constantly trying to move the rock up the hill. The rock has proven impossible to move, even with the assistance of Foundation resources. Attempts to convince the person to leave have proven fruitless.
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to a person and a boulder at the bottom of a hill located in ████, ██. The person is constantly trying to move the rock up the hill. However, their constant pushing has created a ditch that is 44.2 meters deep. Attempst to lift the boulder out of the ditch before it sinks lower have proven fruitless.
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to a person and a boulder at the bottom of a hill located in ████, ██. The person is constantly pushing the rock up the hill. They have currently reached the peak of the hill seven times; however, the top of the hill is not flat enough for the boulder to stay in place. As such, when the boulder reaches the top, it rolls down to the bottom on another side. Attempts to hold the boulder in place have proven fruitless.
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to a person and a boulder at the bottom of a hill located in ████, ██. The person is constantly trying to push the rock up the hill. However, the hill is constantly shifting away from the rock, with the base of the hill maintaining a distance of 19.3 meters. Attempts to prevent the hill from moving have proven fruitless.
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to a person and a boulder at the bottom of a hill located in ████, ██. The person is constantly pushing the rock up the hill. However, as the person pushes up the hill, both them and outside observers simultaneously perceive that they are progressing up the hill while also staying at the bottom. When asked, the person described the feeling as though they were inside the bottom of a marble, where they were constantly pushing upward while still always at the bottom. Attempts to avoid this phenomenon by transporting the boulder with other means26 have proven fruitless.
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to a collection of people, boulders, and hills that have spread across the globe. All the people are constantly pushing the rocks up the nearest hill. Some people work by themselves, while others choose to assist others. However, when one person reaches the top of a hill, another pushes them off. Sometimes these people are crushed underneath the boulders as they roll back down. Sometimes the boulder lands an equal distance from several hills, meaning no one knows where to push it. Some hills are pushed back into the ground under the constant strain of boulders and feet27 Attempts to artificially create enough hills for all boulders has proven possible.
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to a person trapped underneath a boulder located in ████, ██. The person is constantly trying to free themselves from underneath the boulder. Despite being incapacitated, starved, and dehydrated, the person continues to survive without explanation. Attempts to move the boulder, even with the assistance of the Foundation, have proven fruitless.
Conclusion: Procedure "Bulldozer" has been declared a failure. Despite SCP-XXXX being considered a relatively safe and simple anomaly to experiment on, attempts to manipulate reality to "normalize" the anomaly have been disasterous. Having only barely returned reality to a state similar to how we once knew it, lead researchers have forbidden any tests performed in a similar manner from now on.28
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Neutralized
Recounting of Dr. Rodger's Experience:
Sticky. Everything was sticky. As I flailed around more and more tar coated my skin. I closed my fist and couldn't open it again. I swung an arm back, and it never came forward. I screamed for help until my lips were sealed shut. I was splayed out, my waist at the most horrible, twisted angle.
And then I smelled the chemical. In the wind. Some kind of acid? I don't know what it was. It smelled like the solvent sometimes used to remove asphalt stains. I woulde have covered my mouth and nose, but both my arms were completely trapped for the moment. But that was just it; by instinct I kept trying to hold my breath, constantly struggling. And what I found was my arms were getting looser.
I finally broke free, and without hesitating scrambled out of the tar pit. The rest of it had grown soft as well, but beneath that it was still a bit solid. Even when I felt as though I were stuck again, that tar would soon soften up as well. It was just enough of an advantage for me to crawl to shore.
I paused to rest. The stench of solvent faded away about ten minutes later, just as I recovered. It was then I sat up and… I swear I saw some kind of orb. An orb in the fog. And I can't say for certain now, but at the time I instantly recognized it as some kind of eye. Structurally. I could see into the pupil. The lense clearly warped the interior. The optic disk was exactly where it should be. The retina was coating the back. I swear I could even make out rods and cones woven into it, perhaps even a third receptor I didn't recognize.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter Neutralized
Special Containment Procedures: The Foundation has been unsuccessful in its attempts to repair SCP-XXXX.
Description: SCP-XXXX is two soup cans with their labels torn off and holes in the bottom. At one point, both cans were connected via a white string that would fit into the holes on the bottom of both respective cans. The material the thread was woven from is unknown, though it has been observed to be extremely light and smooth. Intense friction against the thread showed no signs of creating heat. A solid grip on the thread appears to have been unachievable besides the two ends that were in the soup cans, presumably tied in knots to keep them from falling out of place.
When SCP-XXXX was active, the thread would withdraw from the bottom of the cans endlessly, depending on how far the cans were separated from each other. If the cans were moved closer to each other, the thread would retract further inside either can, keeping itself taut. As a result, verbal communication could be constantly maintained between both cans. No foreign object contacting the string appeared to have caused any interference (see Discovery Piece-XXXX).
Origin: SCP-XXXX appears to have been the creation of two civilians known as Corey ███████ and Dan █████████, residents of the suburban town █████████, Illinois. Neither individual has any history or knowledge of the anomalous. Both had accepted SCP-XXXX as an average part of their lives, though they still kept it secret from those around them.
Corey had recorded their conversations through a microphone and saved them on in a folder entitled "Memories." However, analysis of these documents has not shed any light on where SCP-XXXX came from.
Discovery: On July 30, ████29 Dan left █████████ to visit Chicago for a day. The college Dan would be attending as a freshman offered a complimentary boat tour down the Chicago river and into Lake Michigan. Dan carried one end of SCP-XXXX with him, communicating with Corey for a majority of his trip. The following is a partial transcript of their conversation based on Corey's notes, alongside updates regarding the Foundation's discovery and response to SCP-XXXX.
Approximate Time: 12:30 AM
Approximate Location: At the █████████ train stop.
Foundation Awareness: SCP-XXXX has no known public awareness at this time.
Dan: Corey?
Corey: Yeah?
Dan: How far does this string reach?
Corey: I… I think it's actually endless.
Dan: That's not possible, it can't be.
Corey: I mean none of this is possible in the first place.
Dan: But like, I mean there's no way it's that possible, you know? It's gotta go taut at some point. And then what happens? The string snaps on the train ride. Or I'm forced by law to untangle the whole thing. Or it decapitates some rando who doesn't even realize that it's around his neck. I swear this thing works too well for everything to go smoothly-
Corey: Listen, hang on. Just take a deep breath. Inhale, one, two, three, four, exhale… I'll take whatever fall there is to be had if this goes wrong.
Dan: Corey?
Corey: Yeah?
Dan: You… the train's here.
Corey: Okay, don't worry. No one will notice the string.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Neutralized
Special Containment Procedures: The corpse of SCP-XXXX has been stored for research. Attempts to extract the invulnerable qualities for Foundation use have been unsuccessful.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: One agent is to stay within SCP-XXXX. If a citizen discovers the anomalous aspect of SCP-XXXX, the agent is to explain it as a mundane electrical quirk of SCP-XXXX. The agent is not allowed to play tag within SCP-XXXX with any visiting neighbors or Foundation agents.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a house in the suburbs of █████████, ████████. When any light source is powered on/off within SCP-XXXX, all other light sources within SCP-XXXX will switch to the same state as the former. If a light source is brought from the outside, it will switch to the same state as the other sources. If the light source is an additional feature for a device with a different purpose (i.e a power button), only the light will deactivate/reactivate, while the state of the rest of the device will not change.
Discovery: SCP-XXXX was previously owned by a Bobby █████.
Item #: XXXX
Object Class: Thaumiel
Special Containment Procedures: Researchers are to consider assignments for SCP-XXXX-1, SCP-XXXX-2, and SCP-XXXX-3 to partake in. When deployed, all three items are to be placed in the same room as a chosen object. SCP-XXXX-1 through 3 are to be allowed five minutes to engage with the subject. If engagement is achieved, SCP-XXXX-1 through 3 are to attempt to acquire the information that researchers request. SCP-XXXX-1 through 3 will always require assistance in extracting information.
Description: SCP-XXXX-1 is an average porcelain toilet. SCP-XXXX-2 is an average red brick. SCP-XXXX-3 is an average bumble bee. All three have accumulated knowledge of basic English.
Item #: XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures:
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to two animatronics from the Museum of █████████ ███ that attained sentience. The first30 showed signs of consciousness on April 20th, 2014, and later left the museum on May 20th the same year. The second31 showed signs of sentience on May 20th, and was led out of the museum by SCP-XXXX-A on June 5th. Events following have been pieced together based on several interviews and extensive investigation (see Tracking Log-XXXX).
SCP-XXXX-A has shown to have decent intelligence, managing to blend in with average people (in part due to the realistic way it was modeled). It has been concluded that SCP-XXXX-A assisted SCP-XXXX-B in this matter.
Item #: XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures:
Description: SCP-XXXX is a pale, malnourished humanoid with a round head 30cm in diameter. The eyes and mouth of SCP-XXXX are wider than average, although it lacks a nose. It's skeleton is not made of bone; rather, a majority of it is composed of thick cartilage. It's skull is also considerably elastic. Upon sustaining pressure, the cranium absorbs the force, eventually reinflating to its original shape. The brain of SCP-XXXX conforms to the shape of the skull, showing no signs of harm.
SCP-XXXX itself doesn't emotionally react to manipulation of its skull. If anything, SCP-XXXX will often joke about the current situation. Interviews with SCP-XXXX have only revealed it to be quiet but optimistic. SCP-XXXX has yet to reveal anything about its origin.
SCP-XXXX-1 is an entity believed to be manifested by SCP-XXXX, often when SCP-XXXX perceives itself to be alone. SCP-XXXX-1 is a muscular humanoid approximately 2m in height, though it lacks a head. Upon manifestation, SCP-XXXX-1 will approach SCP-XXXX and physically assault it, often with repeated punching or by throwing it against walls and furniture. SCP-XXXX does not resist. It's bones break easier, but they also mend at an accelerated rate given their nature. Medical examination of SCP-XXXX has uncovered evidence that it has experienced this in the past.
Interview Log XXXX-3:
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Dr. Frederick Rodgers
Foreword: This interview was recorded after the first manifestation of SCP-XXXX-1, in an attempt to assess the situation.
** **
Dr. Rodgers: Hello again.
SCP-XXXX: (silence)
Dr. Rodgers: How are you feeling?
SCP-XXXX: (brief huff)
Dr. Rodgers: …Are you listening?
SCP-XXXX: Pfft. It's not like my ears have been ripped off (wide grin).
Dr. Rodgers: Okay, good, you're listening. And we're listening as well. I need you to talk to us. More than you have, if you'd like.
SCP-XXXX: (silence)
Dr. Rodgers: What do you know about SCP-XXXX-1? The thing that threw you around?
SCP-XXXX: Big guy, six pack, pretty sure he was bald. Did this. (lifts up broken forearm32, winces)
Dr. Rodgers: How long has it been doing this to you?
SCP-XXXX: I think it would be more fun if you guess based on that X-ray you guys took.
Dr. Rodgers: Where does it come from?
SCP-XXXX: I'll ask him next time.
Dr. Rodgers: Why did he assault you?
SCP-XXXX: You know those nutters who take guns and shoot at bottles or animals for no apparent reason? I think he's like that, except his arms are the guns. Hehehe-
Dr. Rodgers: (drums fingers on table) We need to be prepared if it manifests again, alright? I'm serious, we don't want anomalies destroying themselves in this manner.
SCP-XXXX: Eh, someone else could use the cell space.
Dr. Rodgers: Couldn't it one day attack other personnel?
SCP-XXXX: Well in that case it might better if I take the brunt of the force.
Dr. Rodgers: (pause) Alright. We'll talk later.
** **
Closing Statement: Dr. Rodgers has ordered guards be posted outside of SCP-XXXX's cell. Upon signs of SCP-XXXX-1's manifestation, they are to enter and attempt to restrain from i
Item #: XXXX
Object Class: Euclid Neutralized
Special Containment Procedures: Event-XXXX has successfully been removed from public knowledge. Relatives, acquaintances, and coworkers of POI-XXXX have been amnesticized of all knowledge of their existence. Location-XXXX has been bought with Foundation assets, while the previous owner has been held for questioning. One Foundation agent is to manage Location-XXXX and report any new anomalous activity that may occur.
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to a phenomenon that took place within the basement of Location-XXXX33 from June 15 to August 28, 2018. Location-XXXX has shown no sign of anomalous activity since discovery.
The phenomenon manifested around POI-XXXX34, who worked as a janitor at Location-XXXX. Based on security footage35, POI-XXXX washed dishes for ten weeks and five days without inturruption. This was discovered by the previous owner of Location-XXXX at 6:02 AM on June 16, who allowed POI-XXXX to continue working after a lengthy conversation. When POI-XXXX finished cleaning any used dishes from the restaurant, they would discover additional pieces of silverware beneath the surface of the soapy water until more dishes arrived. This silverware was always in good condition, allowing the owner to retail it on the side.
POI-XXXX's reaction to the anomalous behaviour they are participating in is difficult to percieve. Given the sink's position, POI-XXXX's face is constantly away from the camera. POI-XXXX's physical health also shows no signs of degradation.
SCP-XXXX came to Foundation attention on August 29, less than 24 hours after Event-XXXX occurred. Following that, Foundation investigators began collecting information on SCP-XXXX, leading to the current containment procedures.
Event-XXXX: On August 28, 2018, a local news broadcasts reported an explosion at Location-XXXX. The following day, local news broadcasts reported that Location-XXXX was in perfect condition, with no evidence of an explosion anywhere on the premises. By this point, Foundation authorities were alerted, and had managed to suppress the information reaching national broadcasts36.
Upon further investigation, the trigger for Event-XXXX was determined to be a conversation between the previous owner of Location-XXXX and POI-XXXX. Foundation lip-readers, upon close observation of the security footage, were able to extract the phrases "exceeding expectations," "impact on expectations of other employees," and "thank you for your time." At the moment the news story was broadcast, the security footage froze for three frames, after which POI-XXXX is no longer visible in the frame. The owner shows no signs of alarm at the disappearance. Attempts to locate POI-XXXX have failed.
SCP-XXXX, as found on recovery.
Item #: XXXX
Object Class: Safe Keter
Special Containment Procedures:The following personnel are to remain on standby within SCP-XXXX's storage chamber:
- Researcher Dr. Frederick Rodgers
- Researcher Dr. Lucy Ruefle
- One guard armed with a stun baton
- One D-class personnel
When SCP-XXXX signals that it is active, Protocol XXXX-01 ("Heart-to-Heart") is to be enacted as soon as possible.
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to a heavily modified MRI machine. While the exterior appears normal, the interior is composed of dense wiring and components that are difficult to modify or dissect without rendering SCP-XXXX inoperable. Foreign devices that have a recognizable function include a network interfacing card
We'd been rowing in the bog, see. I forget the name of the preserve or campground or whatever it was. It was close to the Canadian border, though. So that's something. And um… we saw a moose, I think. Huge. Even if I exaggerated how huge it was, you would still be surprised by how huge it was if you saw it. "A mama moose" the leader said. Being a kid, I wanted to go closer, or at least shout a hi to it. But no, she was staring us down, see, and the leader warned us "Don't frighten her; a mama moose will protect her kids, viciously. She'll be rough, violent like… like a… a mob boss. A mob boss." And before I blinked, she pulled the trigger, and my friend fell down. I crouched over him; he was just a kid, but… he just had to shoot. Give someone a gun, they'll use it, see. That's how I view it in hindsight… hindsight…
Notes: Randomly switched to a different memory during the process. The subject has no record of witnessing a murder. Also of note, the subject did not have the verbal tick of ending a clause with "see" before the test.
There's a stone bench somewhere in our yard. It's still there, I know it is. Since I inherited the house it's been there. We'd feed birds in… Central Park? No, Grant Park. Never been to Chicago… I mean New York… I mean… anyway, I can't see the bench now. I can't visit… no, why would I visit my own home? I mean I literally can't see it from the window. It's overgrown… with plantlife. No with people. No… people in our yard? No, Central Park. No… I've never been… have I?
Notes: Similar areas have been blended together in the subject's description, though they correct themselves when they say somthing demonstrably false. Subject lived near the Chicago area, and has been confirmed to have never visited New York City. The house they owned before incarceration has been confirmed to have the bench described.
It was a long day. I was looking forward to the chat. They were the only people I could speak to freely. Work… no school… yeah school was the place where I couldn't connect. The boss… no the teachers… both? I found them too condescending. But when I open my email, I see a message from the chat moderator that says… I'm fired? Banned? What was it I said in chat? Did I not work hard enough? Where else would I go? I had no friends in work, and my coworkers at school didn't care enough to stand up for me. What was it? What was wrong with me? Something's wrong. Something's horribly wrong.
Notes: Subject is correcting themselves less and less, and began with describing a false memory rather than an actual memory. Subject recieved the described email shortly before being convicted, while having no record of participating in a group chat in their youth. A background check also revealed subject was very popular throughout their school years.
The horizon. Acres of forest, and in the distance, the city of Chicago. Surrounded by skyscraping trees and green buildings. The air was fresh with car fumes. Our dogs would weave throughout the fields of concrete, and the stray cats would hide in the cupboards. A part of me always wanted to go to the city, but the city was my sense of belonging, so how could I go to the country? As such, I decided to stay in the country. It was lonely in my prarie house. My one room apartment was all mine. No one to share it with. So every day I would be reminded that despite how often the rooster would caw or the horns would honk, the only thing I would hear would be my own thoughts bouncing around the four sides of my home.
There is one alternative, though. I've heard about some kind of program… a program that might get me out of this mess… a program that could connect me with someone… a government program… a program that the government doesn't know about…
Notes: Memories are now entirely intertwined. Subject does not question the immediate contradictions that emerge from the described setting. Subject had lived in a rural environment their entire life, and expressed little to no knowledge of the city prior to the test.
This is also the second time the city of Chicago has been mentioned. It is possible the introduced memories are connected to the Chicago area in some way. As such, outside investigation efforts must be focused on that location.
(Title: LittleFieryOne's not-so-fiery author page)
Fiery's measly collection of works:
So we now have a Genesis game, a 90's TV show, a 360 game, and a Hollywood movie that's titled Sonic the Hedgehog. Like I get it, brand recognition and rebooting and new universe and whatnot. But come on, four times in less than thirty years? I mean even other Spiderman media add more to the title than just "Spiderman" aside from the Sam Rami films. And how often has Spiderman been rebooted or restarted? God, Sega.
Item #: 1000037
Object Class: Safe38
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX should be kept in a standard39 containment locker. The cell should be larger40 than the average containment cell.
Description: SCP-XXXX is an amorphous blob41 that is composed of Play Dough42. When a subject attempts to sculpt an object, the object will appear identical43 to what the subject is trying to create, no matter how skilled44 they are. After this, anyone trying to determine what the subject had been trying to sculpt will get aggravated45. Researchers believe this is because being unable to view a solid image of something is the most infuriating thing to experience on this planet46474849.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Foundation personnel are forbidden from creating File-XXXX-A on technology connected to Foundation servers.
Description: SCP-XXXX is an anomalous exploit that has been discovered in Foundation servers. SCP-XXXX is invoked when a Foundation employee creates a text document and types the phrase "Jack Ran, Jack Fought, Jack Thought."50
Once instantiated, Hume levels are manipulated at an unprecedented level of precision. This instantaneously completes the assigned workload of the Foundation personnel who created File-XXXX-A. Following completion, SCP-XXXX-A will transfer itself to the recycling bin of the device it resides in.51
Suspect 1:
Position: Containment Cell Architect
File Used For:
Suspect 2:
Position: Researcher
File Used For:
Suspect 3:
Position: Electrical Engineer
File Used For:
Summary: At 5:29, the Containment cell for SCP-████ spontaneously appeared.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures:
Description: SCP-XXXX is a collection of 1000 cardboard squares, each being one in$^2$ in size. One side of each piece has a coat of printed ink, evidently being part of a larger picture that forms when the pieces are put together. What the larger picture is has been fiercly debated amongst researchers.
Test Log XXXX-1:
Butterfly Source: https://www.frontiersin.org/articles/10.3389/fevo.2016.00018/full
Psychology source: https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/swim-in-denial/201704/psychology-conspiracy-theory
SCP-XXXX is a phenomenon where an individual is unable to perceive laughter from the individuals in their vicinity.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Ticonderoga
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is self-containing, assuming the criteria are met for it to occur in the first place. SCP-XXXX-1 is missing.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a phenomenon that occurs if everyone on a mobile train has fallen asleep, including operators of the engine. No upper or lower limit for passengers needed has been discovered; however, the effect is slightly intensified with an increase in the number of passengers. Testing can simulate this effect by using sedatives to render D-class personnel unconscious on a moving locomotive.
The phenomenon consists of anomalous visuals in the reflection of windows on the train car and a pounding noise from the outside. Surveillance shows nothing on the exterior, and recording equipment has proven incapable of observing these events. If the noise awakens an unconscious passenger, the phenomenon ends instantaneously. Subjects on the train report numbness in various parts of their body upon waking, which fades away entirely within ten minutes.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid Neutralized
Special Containment Procedures: Copies of selected entries within the Sonic the Hedgehog franchise are to be periodically examined. If SCP-XXXX is discovered, webcrawlers are to apply an online update that removes anomalous files.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a phenomenon in which copies of entries to the Sonic the Hedgehog franchise are updated. The phenomenon occurs shortly after the game is published, and only involves copies that are running on a device with internet access. The content of these updates consists of an encrypted text file.
SCP-XXXX was discovered on January 10, 2004, when Mobile Task Force Ray-18 "The Mighties" raided a home believed to be a hideout for members of the Maxwellian faith. The building was empty when they arrived; however, agents confiscated documents describing the existence of SCP-XXXX. The documents also suggested the possibility of contacting an entity the group codenamed as "NEEDLEMOUSE." It is unknown if the group succeeded.
Recovered Files: The following is a transcript of the text files found within each game, based on chronological release.
| Sonic Adventure (First released December 23, 1998) |
This is where it started. It's where I started. Started to notice that the world was ending. It was slowly breaking, slowing down. The sky turned black. The water drained. My friends and I grew stiff. Everything stopped. It was no longer 'happening.' But I saw something in the distance. A hole. Exposed, now that nothing was blocking it. With the movement I had left, I grabbed the emeralds. They still worked. They gave me the energy that I needed to run. Just barely. I reached the hole and turned around. My friends stared back. They did not express sadness; they could no longer express anything. It was a choice between the unknown and the abyss. I chose the unknown. |
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| Sonic Adventure 2 (First released June 23, 2001) |
I couldn't understand what was beyond the portal at the time. It wasn't only a void, for sure. But it couldn't be absorbed; not entirely. It couldn't be stood on, felt, observed. I think of it as a net. A massive, tangled net, that I would never reach the end of no matter how fast I went. All I could hear were extremely faint whispers. They felt welcoming; pleased even. I did find the portal again, and swore to never wander away. I don't know how long it took. I leapt in, hoping there would be something left. If there was nothing solid, I could leap back. On the other side, I thought it was a lost cause. Still a void, not a face in sight. But I waited, and I noticed a slight shift. Something formed; a flat surface, only visible from one side. Soon, that surface became two, and those two became ten, and those planes became shapes — and I watched as everything formed again. There were even outlines of my friends, as if from sticks and clay. I initially planned on waiting for everything to come back. It would only be a matter of time, I assumed. But as I waited, I noticed something that forced my hand. It was… me. A slightly different me. Smaller mouth, weird shoes. But me nonetheless. Why was this here? So I could be replaced? Who had any right to choose when I could be replaced? No one, besides me. Using the emeralds, I forced my being into the imposter's. It was surprisingly easy. Just hold the emeralds and will it to happen. It's like they could do anything. That's when I realized the opportunity I had. I had a hand in the world. At least partially. I could manipulate the forming shapes around me. The emeralds had the strength. I had the will. I built a city I could run through. I shaped someone who could please my eyes. I formed someone who could be like me. Stronger. Impossible to defeat. I could put myself in his body. I could be him. What couldn't I do, I'd asked myself? What couldn't I— |
| Sonic Heroes (First released December 30, 2003) |
It didn't last. I ran out of time. Before I'd finished, the world started. Before I knew it, I lost control. I was aware, to an extent, of what was happening, what I was doing. But I couldn't control myself. I was set on some pre-determined path. Who determined it, I don't know. But they clearly had plans different from mine. The city I'd made? Swarming with hostile military. Her? We barely spoke. My new persona? Forced to fight them. Forced to fight with them. Forced to watch them die. As if the universe was teasing me. It was only when the world began to fall apart I regained agency. I suppose my story was done. Didn't look back this time. When I reached the net, I went searching. I came to understand the voices, a bit. I could hear what they were saying. My vocabulary grew here as well. I learned the portal was known to the voices as the Ether, and the net was known as the Inter. And a phrase I heard over and over again was "Sonic's Adventure." So that was it: I was the center of the universe. The whispers were still supportive; a few were even beckoning. But I noticed a schism. There was a group that sounded upset. Upset with me? What did I do? What did they want? It turned out they wanted it like before. Like "the good old days." What good old days? I thought hard. Did they mean before the moment I realized everything was falling apart? No. They meant before that. An earlier iteration that I couldn't remember. Maybe the voices were in control. Maybe if I satisfied them, they'd satisfy me. When the world started to regrow, I set to work. Checkerboard patterns, shiny skin, pinball. Everything I could do to make it simple like before. Like the voices said. Then I sat and let them do the rest, waiting for my dues. What I got was what I made. Simplicity. So simple that nothing interesting happened. So simple it felt like it was moving at a fourth of the speed. Like there was one thing happening over and over again. And the friends around me spoke things that made no sense, did things that made no sense. It wasn't fair. |
| Shadow the Hedgehog (First released November 15, 2005) |
I returned to the Inter infuriated. I'd done what they wanted. Where was what I wanted? Were they not grateful? Could they not see me? Where was my reward? I listened, and voices were mixed. Almost perfectly divided. Some were satisfied, some weren't. What was the issue? Who had any reason to dislike me? What did they have to gain? Were they watching? Was I their entertainment? I pushed those worries aside. When I returned, I knew what I wanted. I wanted my proxy. The body I'd made for myself. I could retreat into it. I could find what I wanted, once I had the strength. It took all the energy I had to move my soul into his, knocking me out. When I came to, the journey had already started. Then that journey turned into three. Which turned into five. Which turned into ten. And I experienced every one of them at once, my senses overloaded. A species that had no right to exist in this universe swarmed the world. The plants were infected, the sky turned red, matter itself was a poor imitation of what was before. It was no longer an adventure; this fourth iteration was damned. The voices were angrier now. Confused as well. "Why is it like this?" "This is so edgy." "This isn't my dad's hedgehog." Some even mocked me. What were they upset about? They were the ones responsible, right? Why had the world turned against me? Just because I wanted something for myself? I was the center of the universe. Why couldn't I have something for myself? As I returned, as the world started to come together, I held the emeralds, I focused my frustration, I looked to wherever the heavens were, and I screamed "STOP!" And the world stopped. It was mine. It was finally mine, and mine alone. I knew what I wanted. I wanted not just one proxy, but two. I could switch between whichever I want whenever I wanted. I wanted landscapes, grassy landscapes to traverse as I please. I wanted a beautiful human companion. I wanted to fight a god. I wanted it all, I wanted it to never end, never fall apart. I wanted— |
| Sonic the Hedgehog (First released November 14, 2006) |
What did I want? I'd thought it was the voices who set out a path for each adventure. No. My fate isn't written, it's built like dominos. Once it starts, it can't be stopped. So when I ran out of time, when I'd thrown together that shambled, broken, flaccid, ugly, dead world, I had to suffer through every single inch of it. Fall through the ground, burn up in a tornado, stare into the lifeless eyes of everyone I'd once known. It finally made me wonder how much they were aware of the experience. If they knew that the universe fell apart and regrew over and over again. That I was the reason it was in this state of disrepair. I couldn't do it. I couldn't carry the entire world by myself, for myself. It crushed me under its weight. By then, I wanted nothing more than to drop it. Let it stay dead, or do whatever it wants. When the Ether appeared again, I planned to stay on the other side. I ran for the portal. My friends only stared, watching me pass by. They didn't speak, or even blink. I think one tried to grab my arm, but I don't know which. It was when I reached the portal that I hesitated. For once, I could hear the voices from the other side. They were no longer whispers, but cries of rage. An anger that came from bottomless lungs. I could no longer blame them for their displeasure. But could I withstand their resentment? It was either stay behind and dissolve or jump forward and endure the endless bereavement. I chose— |
Addendum XXXX-2011: Since March 23, 2007, SCP-XXXX has not been observed in any released games based on Sonic the Hedgehog, despite extensive datamining and investigations directed by the Pataphysics department. Given this, SCP-XXXX has been reclassified as Neutralized.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Embedded Foundation operatives within the Prairie Creek Forest Ranger Association are to ensure that no civilians come within a 300-meter radius around SCP-XXXX. On a monthly basis, agents wearing latest issue fire resistant gear are to trim disconnected instances of SCP-XXXX-A and B with circular saws. The geothermal activity beneath SCP-XXXX is to be monitored using topographical measurements and seismic surveys.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a rock formation located in Prairie Creek Redwoods State Park identical in appearance to a Sequoia sempervirens (Coast Redwood Tree), with a current height of 4.52 meters. The formation grows at an average rate of 1.22 m per year.
The outer formation resembling bark is composed of phosphorite, while the interior area is a type of pyroclastic rock52, containing notable amounts of chalcopyrite and pyrite. The center of SCP-XXXX is a cavity containing primarily rhyolitic magma that fluctuates between 700 and 900 °C, depending on weather conditions.
Along and at the ends of the branches of SCP-XXXX are leaf-shaped formations of silicon with traces of boron53, encased in an amorphous, transparent solid. Testing has shown that these produce electrical energy when exposed to sunlight, gaining an average of 40 V when exposed to direct sunlight. When unexposed to sunlight for extended periods, the growth rate of SCP-XXXX begins to slow.
The magma continues into the ground in a similar fashion to roots, though it extends farther down than the roots of the average Coast Redwood, currently reaching a depth of 152.4 meters. The magma flows in a cyclical pattern, carrying sub-terrestrial matter upwards towards SCP-XXXX before descending again.
Depending on the direction and location of the roots, the magma will occasionally become exposed to air, leading to the formation of either a sapling possessing the properties of SCP-XXXX (SCP-XXXX-A) or a herbacious plant compositionally similar to the solar cells of SCP-XXXX (SCP-XXXX-B). The likelihood of forming one or the other correlates to the distance between the new instance and SCP-XXXX, with herbacious forms being farther and saplings being closer. Eventually, the magma will disconnect from the instance, allowing the new formation to grow and develop on it's own.
Detected within SCP-XXXX are two pieces of steel. Analysis has concluded that they are the malformed remains of a hammer and a chisel. Found 11.42 meters away was a binder placeholder
Addendum-XXXX-1: Discovery
On April 2, 2001, an earthquake with a magnitude of 6.1 and a wildfire took place concurrently within Prairie Creek Redwood State Park. More than 280 hectares of forest were burnt down, detrimentally affecting the Western end. This became locally known as the "Prairie Creek Disaster." Given the number of reports of earthquake lights54 seen before, during, and after the earthquake, officials assumed that to be the cause of the fire.
On August 29, 2004, ecological investigation into the unusually slow rate of natural succession within a section of the Western end led to the discovery of the anomaly, as well as several instances of SCP-XXXX-A and B. The Foundation quickly took control of the area under the guise of a replanting effort.
Addendum-XXXX-2: Investigation
The remains of tools within SCP-XXXX lead Foundation researchers to conclude that an individual carved SCP-XXXX out of stone and rendered it anomalous through unknown means. The leading hypothesis is that the tools had been left next to the carving, which eventually enveloped and partially melted them as it developed.
Given this information, the director of Site-43 approved of an investigation to find the individual responsible for the creation of SCP-XXXX, in order to prevent further appearances outside of Prairie Creek Redwood State Park. Dr. Ian Mags was designated leader of the investigation upon his request.
Dr. Mags performed 28 interviews with potentially responsible individuals connected to the anomalous. The following is a collection of notes taken by Dr. Mags regarding selected interviews.
Interview 1: Vincent Edwart
Summary: Edwart had been observed to frequent a certain bench within Prairie Creeks Redwood State Park on numerous occasions, sometimes remaining in his position for more than six hours; this behavior ended approximately two weeks before the earthquake and subsequent fire. Further observation of Edwart confirmed a connection to the anart group Are We Cool Yet?.
During the interview, Edwart claimed he had only been enjoying another member's work. He also stated he had no experience with sculpting.
Personal Notes: Possible motive of creating a "work of art", but told the truth in that he doesn't sculpt, according to the other anomalous items discovered in his home. Appeared surprised when I showed him an image of the anomaly; was very absorbed by its "beauty". Overall, not a likely candidate. Can only hope we find the culprit soon.
Interview 12: Josephine Marylin
Summary: Foundation investigators uncovered rumors of Marilyn performing rituals within the nearby town of Orick pertaining to the religious beliefs of GOI-3088 (The Church of the Second Hytoth). Further sources confirmed she had visited Prairie Creeks approximately one month before the disaster.
Marilyn explained that the only ritual she'd performed was "giving her Aímact to Rakmou-leusan55." She emphasized that no ritual GOI-3088 had performed involved anything resembling SCP-XXXX, as none of "The Ortothan Pantheon" would be interested in a tree made of stone.
Personal Notes: Did some brushing up on the Church of the Second Hytoth. She's not wrong, there's nothing about any kind of stone tree in there. She also seemed fond of the forest, so she wouldn't burn it down on purpose. The fact she had the most potential of other recent suspects disconcerting.
Interview 28: John Hane
Summary: During the investigation, Hane, an inmate of the Pelican Bay State Prison, was reported mentioning vandalism he had committed in Prairie Creeks Redwood State Park five days before the earthquake, without going into detail. Since this had not been on his record before, government officials were preparing to question Hane for more information. The Foundation intervened and transferred Hane to a Foundation facility to be interrogated.
Hane explained that he had been carving his name into trees. When he had finished, he had left his tools on a rock in the forest, so they wouldn't be discovered in his home. When asked what tools he had been using, he replied that he'd used a hammer and chisel.
Personal Notes: The hammer and chisel had nothing to do with it. Hane had nothing to do with it. Nobody, no one person, had anything to do with this thing. Our time has been wasted.
To: ten.pics|rid_34aera#ten.pics|rid_34aera
From: ten.pics|sgami_rd#ten.pics|sgami_rd
Subject: Conclusion to Investigation of SCP-XXXX
I'm afraid to say we've no one to blame, or thank, for the creation of SCP-XXXX. The malformed tools found within SCP-XXXX were for certain left there by accident. If they had anything to do with whatever reaction occurred afterwards, it was unintentional. If you want to insist this investigation continues, on the possibility of an individual appearing at the last second, I have to say I would like to step down as leader. You can call me irrational for a Foundation scientist, but at this point I will always come to the same conclusion: What happened during that disaster was pure chance. That's all.
Saved Links for the Author
https://www.livescience.com/29054-earth-core-hotter.html
http://volcano.oregonstate.edu/how-hot-lava
http://volcano.oregonstate.edu/glossary/1/letterr#term115
https://www.answers.com/Q/What_minerals_are_required_by_plants
https://agupubs.onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/full/10.1029/2007GL030138
https://www.thesciencethinkers.com/2018/12/nitrogen-content-in-earths-outer-core.html
http://www.scp-wiki.net/the-alchemy-department-hub
https://www.volcanodiscovery.com/volcanic_risk_zones.html
https://homeguides.sfgate.com/redwood-growth-rate-77606.html
https://geology.com/plate-tectonics.shtml
http://www.scp-wiki.net/project-proposal-2014-234
http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-3140
http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-4493
https://people.earth.yale.edu/sites/default/files/files/Karato/36PCDE-II%20%28Karato%29.pdf
http://appliedgeophysics.berkeley.edu/dc/EM44.pdf
https://gold-coast-solar-power-solutions.com.au/solar_power/solar-panel-maximum-voltage-calculator/
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Containment Procedures: Guards are to ensure that no unauthorized personnel come within 300 meters of SCP-XXXX. On a monthly basis, agents are to approach SCP-XXXX wearing heavyweight fire protection suits and trim disconnected instances of SCP-XXXX-1. Circular saws with diamond blades will be provided. The geothermal activity beneath SCP-XXXX is to be monitored using topographical measurements and seismic surveys.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a rock formation located in Prairie Creek Redwoods State Park. The formation is in the shape of a Sequoia sempervirens (Coast Redwood Tree) and has a current height of 2.26 meters. The outer formation resembling bark is phosphorite, while the interior area that is typically xylem is instead a type of pyroclastic, containing notable amounts of chalcopyrite and pyrite. At the tips of the "branches" of SCP-XXXX are leaf-shaped formations of silicon with traces of boron, similar to p-type solar panels. Encasing these formations is an amorphous, transparent solid. Testing has shown that these produce electrical energy when exposed to sunlight, believed to be discharged through the conductive minerals within SCP-XXXX.
The center of SCP-XXXX is a cavity containing primarily rhyolitic magma that continues into the ground in a similar fashion to roots, though the magma goes much further down than than the roots of the average Coast Redwood, currently reaching a depth of 152.4 meters. The magma flows in a cyclical pattern, carrying subterrestrial matter upwards towards SCP-XXXX before re-descending.
Depending on the direction of the roots, the magma will at times become exposed to air, leading to the formation of a new instance of SCP-XXXX-1. Instances will either take the form of a sapling sharing the properties of SCP-XXXX or a herbacious plant compositionally similar to the "leaves" of SCP-XXXX-1. The likelihood of forming one or the other correlates to the distance between the new instance and SCP-XXXX, with herbacious forms being farther and saplings being closer. Eventually, the magma beneath the new instance will disconnect from SCP-XXXX-1, allowing the new formation to continue growing on it's own.
Addendum-XXXX-1: Discovery
On April █, ████, an earthquake with a magnitude of 6.1 and a wildfire took place concurrently within Prairie Creek Redwood State Park. More than 280 hectares of forest were burnt down, mostly on the Western end. This became locally known as the "Prairie Creeks Disaster." Given the number of reports of earthquake lights56 seen before, during, and after the earthquake, officials assumed that to be the cause of the fire.
On August ██, ████57, government ecologists were investigating the unusually slow rate of natural succession in an area within the Western end, where the anomaly and several instances of SCP-XXXX-1 were found. The Foundation quickly took control the area under the guise of a replanting effort.
Addendum-XXXX-2: Investigation
During initial observation, two ferrous objects were detected within the "trunk" of SCP-XXXX. Closer scans revealed these to be the head of a hammer and a portion of a chisel. The prevailing theory for the presence of these objects is that they had been left nearby SCP-XXXX, which eventually grew around the tools, partially melting them in the process.
This has lead the Foundation to suspect that the anomaly was deliberately carved by an individual with a connection to the anomalous. As such, the O5 council has approved an investigation dedicated to finding this individual, to ensure that no more instances of SCP-XXXX appear outside of Prairie Creeks Redwood State Park. Dr. Ian Mags has volunteered to head the investigation.
Below are a selection of noteworthy interviews with potential suspects from the investigation.
Interviewed: Vincent Edwart
Interviewer: Dr. Ian Mags
Foreword: Edwart had been observed to frequent a certain bench within Prairie Creeks Redwood State Park on numerous occasions, sometimes remaining in his position for more than six hours; however, this behavior ended approximately two weeks before the disaster. Further investigation into his background confirmed a connection to the Group of Interest Are We Cool Yet?, and Edwart was soon brought in for interrogation.
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Mags: Greetings. You may call me Dr. Mags.
Edwart: Greetings. You may call me Edwart. Are we finished now?
Mags: I'm assuming you want this done quick.
Edwart: You're assuming right. I was working on a piece when you thugs plowed into my home. So if you haven't confiscated it as usual, I would like to get back to that.
Mags: We might let you. But first off, would what you're working on happen to look like this?
Mags hands an image of SCP-XXXX to Edwart
Edwart: …Have you seen my past work?
Mags: We've had little concern with your past work. It's this one that's relevant to our investigation. Now, did you create this or not?
Edwart: …So that's a no. Well, if you had, I wouldn't be here, because my work looks nothing like this. I've never worked with stone, or sculptured in general. Even if I did, I'm not sure if I could ever have this… vision.
Mags: You were there, sitting down on a bench for several hours at a time, and left only a brief time before this was created. What were you doing?
Edwart: I was admiring another member's work I'd caught wind of.
Edwart continues to observe the image
Edwart: My… Ooh, those leaves. They're so strange, but so… natural…
Mags: So are you confirming that someone created this before the fire broke out?
Edwart: That's not what I was talking about… fire? What fire? You can't tell you concluded that this was anomalous just because a fire just happened to break out around it. I mean… I would argue it's its beauty that's anomalous. It has a temperance, but also an unpredictability. A perfect balance between the two. That on its own makes it fascinating enough for-
Mags: We know it's fascinating. But did you have anything to do with it or not?
Edwart: …Even if I did know anything about sculpting, I couldn't make this. I'm starting to doubt anyone could…
** **
Closing Statement: Edwart was given Class A amnestics, before being sent home. Any potentially anomalous items found in his house were confiscated.
Interviewed: Josephine Marilyn
Interviewer: Dr. Ian Mags
Foreword: Foundation investigators uncovered rumors of Marilyn performing rituals pertaining to GOI-3088 (The Church of the Second Hytoth) within Orick, a town near Prairie Creeks. Further sources confirmed she had visited Prairie Creeks the month before the disaster. Marilyn was brought in for questioning shortly after.
** **
Mags: Do you know why you're here?
Marilyn: I'm assuming so, yes. Most members have been informed of your Foundation, and that they may contact or even apprehend us in certain situations, like, say, they come across something they don't understand, and think we can help show them the correct direction.
Mags: That's not how we see it, but you're close in this case. Do you know what this is?
Mags hands the photo of SCP-XXXX to Marilyn
Marilyn: I do not. I'm not sure why I should.
Mags: You sure? You were seen near the area a short while before this was created. Prairie Creeks.
Marilyn: You mean the forest? Yes, I was there. I loved visiting that area before that horrible fire.
Mags: That fire is what we're wondering about. Do you know anything about who caused it?
Marilyn: Nothing aside from what the news stated. Those bizarre lights you sometimes see around earthquakes. I'm afraid I know little of how those work. Again, I don't know why you think I would have any useful information.
Mags: We have to follow all potential leads. Listen, we understand the position of your Church. If this was an unintended side-effect of some ritual or another, we can-
Marilyn: The only ritual I've ever done is my duty as an Orothan and give my Aímact58 to Rakmou-leusan. This might be more up the alley of the Daevites.
Mags: We both know that's not possible. They worked more with organic matter, not stone. Besides, we haven't even found a trace of evidence of them being in this area at any point in history.
Marilyn: And neither I nor any other Orothan have anything more useful. To be honest I doubt any Orothan deity would even notice this oddity. You think you'll get anything better out of me?
Mags sighs
Mags: I suppose not.
** **
Closing Statement: Marilyn was given Class A amnestics before being returned. Information regarding the Church of the Second Hytoth found in her home was recorded.
Interviewed: Jackson Youmon
Interviewer: Dr. Ian Mags
Foreword: While doing an internet sweep for previously unknown testimonies regarding the Prairie Creeks Disaster, a user mentioning "Prairie Creeks" and "fire" multiple times five months before the disaster was flagged as well as the mention of GOI-5869 (Gamers Against Weed). Further digging discovered that this user had been invited to the group a year before the disaster and shortly after visiting the park. Presumed to be an anomalous individual, the user was tracked down and interrogated.
** **
Mags: Hello there. I-
Youmon is heard snickering
Mags: Is something amusing?
Youmon: No no no, not really. But I mean, wow. So this is the janitor's closet, is it?
Silence for five seconds
Mags: Let's start. Do you recognize this?
Mags places the photo on the table
Youmon: Not at all.
Mags: You see all that barren land around it? It's caused quite a fire. We found posts you made online, talking about starting fires in a forest.
Youmon: Fires? Haven't posted anything like that. Don't think anyone in GAW has. We're not the type to start fires. That wouldn't be very meme-worthy, would it?
Mags: We don't care if it's meme-worthy. We only care if it's exposed. And in case someone like you hasn't heard, this by far violates our agreement.
Youmon: Well I mean, yeah, if we had made it.
Mags: The posts were three and a half years ago. You remember now?
Silence for six seconds
Youmon: Wait, you mean Prairie Creeks? Dude, I was talking about a camp fire.
Mags: But you joined GOI-5869 a couple days later. Was this a test for entry? Did you feel like you had to prove yourself? Did they ask you to top your last try?
Youmon begins to laugh again
Youmon: You're getting really desperate here, aren't you?
Mags: What do you mean? I don't think you're in a position-
Youmon: Because if anyone besides you thought we'd seriously broken that agreement, I wouldn't be talking to a window washer. I wouldn't be here at all. Jude would be here, talking to one of your leaders. Like last time. But you're basing this off of something that happened, what, almost four years ago? Is that all you could find?
Silence for eight seconds
Youmon: I swear even by the standards of janitors, this is nuts. If you've got nothing, I'm out.
** **
Closing Statement: Youmon was allowed to return home without being amnesticized, in order to reduce the impact of the misunderstanding and maintain positive relations with GOI-5869.
Interviewed: John Hane
Interviewer: Dr. Ian Mags
Foreword: During the investigation, Hane, an inmate of the Pelican Bay State Prison, was reported mentioning vandalism he had committed in Prairie Creeks Redwood State Park five days before the earthquake, without going into detail. Since this had not been on his record before, government officials were preparing to question Hane for more information. The Foundation intervened and transferred Hane to a Foundation facility to be interrogated. Hane has no history of anomalous activity.
** **
Mags: Now, to get this over with, I would like you to run me through everything you did the day you vandalized Prairie Creeks, whatever that vandalization may have been.
Silence for five seconds
Mags: If you cooperate, there's a strong chance we can get your sentence reduced.
Hane: …Well, it started when one of those park rangers stopped me from fishing. You hear that? We live in a world where we can't fish anymore. And we got into this big argument. And he tells me "You don't own the park." He thinks he can tell me that? We're men. We all own the park. So I goes home, grab some tools, and go back while still in a steam. And I go deep into the forest and start carving "MINE" on every single tree, starting from… Hey, you still listening?
Mags has his head in his hands
Mags: Yes.
Hane: Well, I start's doing this from, what was it, the Western half?
Mags looks up again
Hane: And I keep going as far as I can into the forest, hitting as many trees as I can. And when it's getting to sundown, I leave the tools there in the forest, and head home without no one suspecting a thing.
Silence for seven seconds
Mags: That's all you did with the tools?
Hane: Yup.
Mags: Just left them there?
Hane: Yup. Wouldn't find that evidence for a long time. Left them right on a rock no taller than my ankle.
Silence for four seconds
Hane: …Are we done already?
Mags: …Yes. I think we're finally finished.
** **
Closing Statement: Hane was sent back to Pelican Bay State Prison. Investigators searched the Western end of Prairie Creeks State Park, and managed to find a few surviving trees with Hane's message on them, confirming his story.
To: ten.pics|laiciffolicnuoc5o#ten.pics|laiciffolicnuoc5o
From: ten.pics|sgami#ten.pics|sgami
Subject: Investigation of SCP-XXXX
I'm sending this as a conclusion to my investigation of SCP-XXXX. This will, of course, be considered far from a solid conclusion by the standards of the Foundation, or even science in general. However, I've had much time to think about this. Maybe too much time. While many individuals related to the anomalous visited the area in the year before the disaster, none had a substantial motivation for creating this anomaly. The tools found within SCP-XXXX were apparently placed there by complete incident, and seriously doubt Hane could carve anything resembling SCP-XXXX. Even if someone else found the tools, five days wouldn't be enough to carve anything in detail. And given the amount of time that's passed since that disaster, I don't believe we're at risk for another one of these trees appearing outside of California's own Prairie Creeks Redwood State Park.
However, there's something else I think we should consider: This was an accident. A big one. A powerful earthquake occurs. Nothing new; it's California after all. But this earthquake squeezes the rock in just the right way to release a piezoelectric charge. This charge isn't just hot enough to cause a fire; it melts the rock on which the tools were resting. Perhaps it was the tools that attracted the charge to just the right spot in the first place.
It is the following event I cannot describe. What exactly happened to that puddle of molten rock? Was it the same as what happened with us? Was it like what happened in that first bubbling pool, when by complete coincidence molecules came together and created the first piece of known life? Was that even a coincidence in the first place?
I'm aware this sounds beyond what the Foundation should be concerned with. But I've had a lot of time to think about this. It might just be the pent-up frustration from many, many fruitless interviews. They haven't answered my questions; they've given me more. Is this anomaly some kind of statement? Was it made by a god? Is it a joke? I don't know. So I'm proposing a hypothesis; I'm assuming that this is a new form of life. One we don't fully understand right now.
And it keeps growing. We can cut down the new growths, but we can't stopp them from appearing. The roots will continue to grow farther and farther away. The magma will continue to breach the surface. And the tree, like other redwoods, will grow immensely tall. It's slow, but persistent. How long can we keep it away from the public? How long until it spreads beyond our control? The solution may be to cut down the main tree, but that's against our goals, isn't it? To always Secure, Contain, and Protect. Not to mention that it could be a catastrophe. We may as well replace it with an active volcano.
This is all to propose that we go one step further than our usual standards. Not just to secure, contain, and protect it, but to understand it.
You may think it's not possible to do so. It is. We understand many things that were terrrible and frightening to even the greatest minds years ago. Hell, earthquake lights themselves were thought to be UFOs by many people for the longest time. Despite being classed as anomalous right now, we have the ability and resources to study it.
You may not believe we can coexist with it. We can. More and more anomalous individuals and entities are appearing each day. The sheer number of them found in the radius of Prairie Creeks shows how much this phenomenon has spread. How long until they are common knowledge? How long until the supernatural becomes simply natural?
You may not think this measure serves us any purpose. I think it will. Because if we're not going to stop it, we can at least be certain that not just us, but everyone is ready for it.
-Dr. Ian Mags
To: ten.pics|sgami#ten.pics|sgami
From: ten.pics|laiciffolicnuoc5o#ten.pics|laiciffolicnuoc5o
Subject: Re: Investigation of SCP-XXXX
Dear Dr. Mags,
The O5 Council has accepted your conclusion that no anomalous individual or Group of Interest is responsible for the creation of SCP-XXXX, and considers the investigation into its origins officially closed.
Additionally, the O5 council has decided to immediately place you on paid leave for one week, in part due to the stress this investigation has clearly caused you.
It is recommended you do not raise this issue with with the O5 council again. The Foundation's resources cannot be dedicated to defining life. The Foundation exists only to preserve normality. That is the goal the Foundation was built on. We are not concerned with exceptions to that goal. Any proposed exceptions will not be treated any different than any other anomaly. And no anomaly should mean anything different to any researcher.
We will only change when normality changes. Normality will not be changed by us.
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https://www.livescience.com/29054-earth-core-hotter.html
http://volcano.oregonstate.edu/how-hot-lava
http://volcano.oregonstate.edu/glossary/1/letterr#term115
https://www.answers.com/Q/What_minerals_are_required_by_plants
https://agupubs.onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/full/10.1029/2007GL030138
https://www.thesciencethinkers.com/2018/12/nitrogen-content-in-earths-outer-core.html
http://www.scp-wiki.net/the-alchemy-department-hub
https://www.volcanodiscovery.com/volcanic_risk_zones.html
https://homeguides.sfgate.com/redwood-growth-rate-77606.html
https://geology.com/plate-tectonics.shtml
http://www.scp-wiki.net/project-proposal-2014-234
http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-3140
http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-4493
https://people.earth.yale.edu/sites/default/files/files/Karato/36PCDE-II%20%28Karato%29.pdf
http://appliedgeophysics.berkeley.edu/dc/EM44.pdf
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be tested as often as required for gathering data. Two new subjects are to be used with each test, as well as two psychologists informed of SCP-XXXX's function on standby. Both subjects are to be equipped with the provided specialized headgear for recording radiation from inside the machine during its use. Testing with anyone who is not D-class personnel requires approval from a Level 3 officer or higher.
Update: To prevent Incident XXXX-A from reoccurring, SCP-XXXX is to be kept at least fifty meters off-site in a tent, until its custom annex is constructed. Testing is now to take place once every week, with focus being shifted towards testing effectiveness of repairs. Anyone who is not being used to test SCP-XXXX is to wear a radiation suit, and psychologists should be kept out of the chamber until testing is finished.
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to two identical MRI machines (as well as a single set of cables intended to connect them), though they are heavily modified. They have been constructed larger than average, being able to envelope a patient's entire body instead of just their upper torso. Panels on their rears allow access to there internal wiring. The insides of the machines are delicate and unorthodox, making them difficult to manipulate without damaging. Two identical, printed messages were found within both machines (see Document XXXX-A).
SCP-XXXX becomes active when both machines are provided power sources and fully connected to each other. When this is done, the lights at the top of their openings will glow red. When two subjects lie down on both of the patient tables, both machines will automatically pull them inside, without requiring additional input.
After this, both machines will simultaneously perform a set order of functions, determined through initial testing. This process has been divided into three theorized stages.
Stage 1: Both MRIs record an image of both subjects' neural pathways through the use of magnetic fields, in the same manner as non-anomalous MRI machines. This image is not provided as output, and if either subject has partaken in the procedure before, both participants will be ejected after this stage is complete.
Stage 2: Both MRIs artificially stimulate the synapses of participants in order to strengthen selected neural connections. How this is done is unknown, although precise use of radiation is almost certainly involved. This process continues for forty-nine minutes and thirteen seconds, at which point the neural pathways of one subject will have been recreated in the other, and vice-versa.
Stage 3: Both MRIs perform a much faster scan for tissue that was incidentally damaged by the radiation, before destroying it with a final wave of radiation to prevent future issues. This is to explain how all subjects show no signs of radiation poisoning after the procedure.
Close biological examinations reveal that (primarily) the neurology of a subject is heavily altered. Comparing before and after samples of grey matter tissue have shown that both subjects had gained countless new neural connections throughout their brain.
Overall, the purpose of the machine is apparently to share the life experiences between two individuals. Subjects who undergo the process report a variety of new memories and urges, all of which consist of recorded information of the other subject (see Testing Log XXXX-A). This often results in both subjects expressing confusion and stress at varying levels. This can be treatable with therapy, but if left alone will cause a severe identity crisis.
The machine also releases a faint bubble of radiation within approximately a 67 meter radius while performing the procedure, although this can be blocked through the use of lead. This quality is assumed to be a malfunction of the prototype. Whether this has any effect on individuals within the radius is subject to debate (see Testing Log XXXX-A), although it has been shown to do so when the strength of the radiation is increased (see Incident XXXX-A).
Prototype
Project CONNECT"Create a real connection"
"Remove all forms of tension"
"The gift of Empathy"
"Now performed easily!"
Test Format: Quality being tested
Subject 1: Relevant Information on Subject 1.
Subject 2: Relevant Information on Subject 2.
Results: Reaction of both subjects to the procedure, concerned primarily with the relevant information of each.
Additional Notes: Other thoughts or observations a researcher may have.
Note: After initial testing determined the function and certain properties of the machine, the project was handed over to researcher Dr. Rodgers and psychologist Dr. Ruefle, who were asked to test for any potential limits of the machine, as well as note any other discoveries they make. Tests were performed on the same day with an average of 30 minute intervals between each.
Test 1: Dexterity
Subject 1: Subject is left handed.
Subject 2: Subject is right handed.
Results: When asked to write down a sample phrase on a sheet of paper, both subjects had a similar degree of difficulty. Both would reach for the writing utensil with both hands at once, hesitate for more or less five minutes, then soon enough settle on the hand they were dominant with before the test.
Additional Notes: I struggle to imagine what the purpose of this machine is at the moment. Perhaps it will be realized with later tests. If whoever made this wanted to bring people closer together, they did it too well. Subjects adopt instincts conflicting with their own, apparently making things extensively difficult for both participants, as this example shows. And we were only testing for their dominant hand.
Ruefle, however, seems optimistic. The fact that they eventually chose their originally dominant hand suggests they're able to differentiate between their new instincts and their old ones. Ruefle suggested that we send them out of the room to practice writing with their non-dominant hand for a couple hours or so. We'll see if the results teach us anything by the end of the next test.
Test 2: Memories of location.
Subject 1: Subject was raised primarily in an urban setting.
Subject 2: Subject was raised entirely on the countryside.
Results: Both subjects were asked to recall memories of their childhood. Subject 1 describes seeing wild animals wandering the city, while Subject 2 describes skyscrapers on the horizon of cornfields. Both were very unsure when describing these memories, for obvious reasons. Also of note: When asked to describe them again, the memories were described in a slightly more diluted manner.
Additional Notes: So it doesn't just affect motor skills; it mixes sensory experiences as well. Makes sense; both ideas are based purely on the interaction between the neurons in our brain. I wasn't sure why they were mixed together, though. Both visuals would follow slightly different paths in the brain, I believe.
Ruefle, however, raised the point that the idea of the word "memory" would recreate those same neural paths in a majority of people's minds, which furthermore would trigger the neural path that stores those memories. Therefore, upon being asked to recall memories, the brain of these subjects would try to trigger both neural pathways at once. However, since the brain can only focus on one idea at a time, it would be forced to jump between both neural paths rapidly, thus resulting in the image being mixed. The brain could furthermore try to compensate for this confusion by mixing what it's recovered from both paths. I ask if the brain was capable of such a thing, and they reminded me of that stupid photo of the blue dress a while back, how the brain would change the color it saw based on how it interpreted the lighting. All I remember is that certain members of the Foundation were very close to labeling that as a new anomaly.
As for why the memories have become increasingly mixed, Ruefle has further theorized that the neural paths between those memories would grow stronger upon use, thus training the brain to combine the two further. This is similar to how the brain already can't help but distort memories a little bit more each time they're brought up.
Test 3: Relationships
Subject 1: Subject was sentenced after committing a number of murders out of anger and revenge for the death of a family member.
Subject 2: Subject was sentenced for murdering their close family in an attempt to commit insurance fraud.
Results: Subject 1 expressed a newfound apathy towards their family, as well as bitterness towards the motivation for their previous actions. Subject 2 expressed extreme regret in their selfishness. Both, however, appeared very conflicted in these sudden shifts in attitude, and on more than one occasion referred to the name of a family member from the other subject, despite supposedly never having met before.
Additional Notes: It should be stated that before this test, the engineers wanted to crack these things open to examine them from the inside. While that was happening, the subjects began conversing. Once Subject 2 described what they'd done to end up where they are now, Subject 1 took it personally and tried to attack Subject 2. Security had to pry them apart. It was after the the test I suggested to give Subject 1 another opportunity to attack Subject 2, though Ruefle seemed doubtful of any insight we might find. Subject 1, however, showed a restraint that he did not have before. The two simply began conversing again, and even expressed somewhat of an understanding between each other. A later test will have to explore if this can go further.
Anyway, the result of examining the inside was almost a disaster. The engineers were visibly taken aback by the sheer mess of wires, computer chips, and unknown devices found inside. One of them started poking around, only to have a piece immediately disconnect at the faintest touch. The light was still on, so we tried to go ahead anyway. The machine took them in, only to slide them right out again a few seconds. Thankfully, they were able to tentatively replace the piece without dislodging anything else, and things went back to normal. We've decided to leave it alone, for now.
The subjects of Test 1 were brought back, though, and it turns out they suddenly preferred their opposite hand. Ruefle takes this as a sign that the new neural pathways can be further developed. According to them, this means that it could be possible that the new engrams could take over the other if they are focused on, or be weakened if ignored. This would likely require outside guidance, they add.
On a hunch, I asked what would happen if they didn't get therapy. In response, Ruefle explained to me a worst-case scenario. Since subjects appear to focus on the new persona in their brain, the new persona would take over. However, that persona would focus on the old one, allowing it to take over again. Repeat. Outcomes of this could vary, but if the time between each switch were to grow shorter and shorter, it could lead to an equilibrium between the two, thus leaving a subject in what may as well be a catatonic state.
Test 4: Information
Subject 1: Subject 1 was told to remember the word "obloquy". Note: The word was also told to a guard as a control group.
Subject 2: Subject 2 was given no information.
Results: After the experiment, Subject 2 was asked to state the word they were given before the test. They replied with "obloquy," though, not without some struggle. We decided to ask Subject 1 as well. They struggled for almost an equal amount of time, almost having to force out the answer. The guard, however, hardly struggled at all.
Additional Notes: Why did Subject 1 struggle to remember the word when he was the one who'd been told? Of course, it should be stressed he took less time than Subject 2, but not by a large margin. Ruefle hypothesized that it was a conflict between the brain's fight or flight response. Once asked a question, both of them immediately go searching for the answer. One side of them has the answer, and immediately wants to provide it for the sake of that dopamine rush. The other does not know the answer, and hesitates to avoid being wrong and missing out on that same rush. Since both are acting out at once, the Subject both knows the answer while also believing they don't, hence having the struggle.
My other thought was for a potential purpose. Perhaps this machine could be used as an interrogatory device. One saved as a last resort for especially difficult prisoners, but still, consider it: Have an enemy of the Foundation in one end, and a D-class subject in the other. With these results in mind, there's a good chance we can exploit the dominant personality into coaxing the information out of the submissive personality. It might take time, but it's more likely to work than prying it out of a hardened ideologist.
You know what; that gives me another idea.
Test 5: Ideology
Subject 1: Subject was an absolute believer in the Christian god.
Subject 2: Subject was an extreme Atheist.
Results: Both subjects became heavily insecure in their previous belief. Subject 1 described shock at "being able to imagine a universe without a creator." Subject 2 suddenly discovered a "hopeful, almost childlike" belief in a divine force.
Additional Notes: It's possible we were hasty in picking two subjects with such starkly opposite beliefs for this particular test. It may have been better to use someone who had little to no opinion on the matter, in order to test the effect of mixing someone with a firm belief with an outsider who couldn't care less. Still, this does give me hope in the potential use of this machine to break down someone's core standards. Make them question whatever they thought they knew. Make it much easier to influence them for Foundation purposes, to press them for information. Another take on the interrogation idea, essentially. Ruefle confirmed it was possible, though they hesitated.
Test 6: Physical awareness
Subject 1: Subject 1 had lost part of their right arm, up to the elbow. They state that their phantom limb sensations had faded away awhile ago.
Subject 2: Subject 2 is not missing any of their limbs.
Results: Subject 1 reports feeling as though they had just lost their arm all over again. Not only was the phantom limb pain as strong as it had ever been; they felt as though they should have an arm to control, even though they obviously didn't. Subject 2 reports suddenly having reduced coordination and feeling in their right arm, "as if I'd slept on it for a week." Subject 2 also, however, expressed a certain degree of happiness at recovering their arm, despite never having lost it in the first place. That same happiness, however, appears to increase their hysteria.
Additional Notes: Something about this test bothered Ruefle, who asked me a number of questions regarding the necessity of it. First off, all I had to do was question back how it was suddenly a problem. Since when did Ruefle care about D-class personnel? Isn't this arguably better? Isn't their lack of empathy why they're here in the first place? Besides, I think we will learn something from this test. Maybe not now, but later. The new consciousness in either of them won't ever go away, true, but we can learn if the new consciousness can adapt to the lost limb, or lack thereof.
Test 7: Morality
Subject 1: Subject has been diagnosed with numerous psychopathic tendencies.
Subject 2: Subject has been commended numerous times by the Foundation for courageous action, the protection of innocents, and assisting to contain numerous Code Orange, Red, and Black SCPs.
Results: Subject 1 was in tears, which I believe is a good thing. Subject 2 described dissociative feelings, questioning out loud why they had risked their life so many time for nothing in return. This is a shame. Also of note: Both subjects reported the inside of the machine to feel warm. Will worry about this later.
Additional Notes: Ruefle refused to assist me in convincing the guard to help with the next test, but it proved not to be difficult anyway. He was exceedingly loyal. And thanks to that loyalty, we now know how quickly we can fix someone's moral compass. Or ruin it. Whichever is required.
Ruefle was even more distressed by this test than the last. They may be feeling sorry for these D-class personnel. Has she forgotten what they lack? Does she not realize we have to distance ourselves from our feelings for these tests?
I wonder if other guards will be as easily convinced as the first.
Test 8: Loyalty
Subject 1: Subject is fervently loyal to the Foundation.
Subject 2: Subject is a psychologist who is having doubts in our goal (Note: Had to be restrained by security personnel to cooperate).
Results: [See Incident XXXX-A]
Additional Notes: [See Incident XXXX-A]
On the day after initial recovery and testing of SCP-XXXX, at ██:██ PM, what appeared to be an anomalous sphere of radiation was detected within Site ██, with a small heat signature at its center. Shortly after this, the site went on lock down. A dispatch was sent to assess the situation; fortunately, the lock down had prevented many potential breaches of containment. However, numerous personal were found in various states of dysfunction, all within and around the chamber containing SCP-XXXX, though members in neighboring containment chambers were affected as well. Post-operation analysis concluded that they had been put under the effects of SCP-XXXX on a broad scale. It is theorized that SCP-XXXX overheated from constant use, resulting in the radiation bubble around it to strengthen in energy for several seconds. A Level 2 researcher, who was at the very edge of the radius when it occurred, was able to focus enough to recognize the danger and set-off the emergency lock down sequence.
Dr. Ruefle was found deceased within SCP-XXXX. Autopsy revealed the cause of death to be hyperthermia, similar to the subject in the other half of the machine. Opening up both rear-doors of SCP-XXXX revealed the inner modifications to be somewhat damaged, with most connections hanging loose, if intact. The O5 council later approved to allow an attempt at repairing SCP-XXXX, with new precautions.
Dr. Rodgers was found in a mental state similar to the rest of the personnel affected, though he in particular had devolved into a phase of shock. The clipboard holding his testing notes was found nearby. The sheet for the final test appeared incomplete; however, written on the back appears to be his best attempt to transcribe his thoughts immediately after the machine overheated. Ignoring their incomprehensibility, they have been considered his "Additional Notes" for the test, and have been kept for research into SCP-XXXX's effect on human psychology.
Who? Who's there? I want to know I need to ask I have to learn. I hear a voice. There's a dozen voices, but I hear one. One at a time one at a moment one at one millisecond. A radio that keeps changing channels. Someone keeps screwing with the remote. Wait radios don't have remotes. And each channel continues the last. I'm going to die, because I'm experimenting on me, while I guard the entrance, and while I take notes, and while I'm locked in here unable to die. The heat. Too painful to think. I can't think with those screams. What have I done? I've done nothing. Should I be doing nothing? But I wasn't there. How could I do something? I know what I can do. I can kill them. All I want to do is let the knife fall and stop the knife from falling. Blood. I've seen blood. Blood is nothing. But I can't stand the sight of it. But I have to clean it up. But I have to taste it. But I have to find who's blood it is and help them. So I can hurt them. So I can help them. So I can hurt them. So I can help them. And I can stand there and shake my head. When the cycle repeats, it's madness, according to Einstein. And when it repeats, it means there's order. Which is it? Madness in the order in the madness. This is nothing but nonsense. I need to note what's happening. Have To Keep Writing. I don't want to write I want to get help. I'm thirsty. I need water. I felt my blood boiling, I know I need water. I want to be out there again. I want free from the restrictions, to kill whoever I want. But that's horrible. But what's the issue? I don't see how their lives matter. We're not here to protect the innocent. We're here to protect the innocent. Dammit dammit dammit dammit I Just Need To Think Straight butwhat'sthepoint? What'sthepointinunderstanding I Need To Understand Ican'tunderstand. No one in this room can understand. Everyone wants to understand. When we understand, we can stop fighting. When we understand, we can fight all the more viciously. So we try to understand. But we try to be understood. But we can't let them understand. So we avoid being understood. The more bricks you have, the more you can build, the more bricks you have, the more you can throw
Dr. Rodgers, as well as all other personnel Level 2 and above who have been affected, have been sent to psychiatric treatment, although it is unknown at this time if they will make a full recovery. Regardless, an attempt will be made to discover why he felt it necessary to breach Foundation conduct during tests 7 and 8.
It has also been concluded that the radiation bubble produced by SCP-XXXX had contact with the neighboring SCP-████. Whether this had an effect on the rest of the affected personnel has yet to be determined.
Image of a subject's brain before and after the procedure.
Item #: SCP-4291
Object Class: Safe
Containment Procedures: SCP-4291 is to be tested as often as required for gathering data once every week for testing repairs. Two new subjects are to be used with each test, while two psychologists informed of SCP-4291's function are to be left on standby. Both subjects are to be equipped with the provided equipment for recording radiation during the procedure. Tests involving non-D-class personnel require approval from two Level-3 personnel or higher.
Update: To prevent Incident 4291-A from reoccurring, SCP-4291 is to be kept at least fifty meters off-site in a tent lined with lead until its custom annex is constructed. Researchers are to wear radiation suits during testing, and psychologists should be kept out of the chamber until testing is finished.
Description: SCP-4291 refers to two heavily modified MRI machines connected together by electrical cables59. Both objects are constructed larger than their non-anomalous counterparts, being able to envelop a patient's entire body instead of their upper torso. The inner workings of both objects are fragile and differ greatly from non-anomalous MRI machines, making them difficult to manipulate without damaging.
When two subjects lie down on the patient tables, both machines will automatically withdraw them inside without requiring input60, and SCP-4291's anomalous properties will manifest.
Both machines will simultaneously perform a procedure that artificially stimulates the synapses of both subjects through unknown means, although a form of ionizing radiation has been recorded within the machine during the process. Subjects who undergo the process report a variety of new memories and urges, all of which consist of recorded information of the other subject (see Testing Log 4291-A). This often results in both subjects expressing confusion and stress at varying levels. If they do not receive specialized therapy, subjects will undergo a severe identity crisis, as well as other harmful psychological effects depending on the participants.
The machine also emits ionizing radiation in a sphere around it while active. This can be reduced in strength with standard high-density material. The radiation moves in a circular pattern around SCP-4291, rather than being projected outward. There is no evidence that suggests this negatively affects personnel nearby.
Note: After initial testing, the project was handed over to researcher Dr. Rodgers (who was also selected to take notes) and psychologist Dr. Ruefle. They were asked to test for any potential limits of the machine, both technical and psychological. Tests were performed on the same day with an average of 30 minute intervals between each.
Test 1: Dexterity
Subject 1: Subject is left-handed.
Subject 2: Subject is right-handed.
Results: When asked to write down a sample phrase on a sheet of paper, both subjects had a similar degree of difficulty. Both would reach for the writing utensil with both hands at once, hesitate for approximately twenty seconds, then settle on the hand they were previously dominant with.
Test 2: Memories of location.
Subject 1: Subject was raised primarily in an urban setting.
Subject 2: Subject was raised entirely in the countryside.
Results: Both subjects were asked to describe the appearance of where they were raised. Subject 1 describes seeing wild animals wandering the city, while Subject 2 describes skyscrapers on the horizon of cornfields. Both were very unsure when describing these memories. Note: When asked to describe them again, their explanations grew more diluted.
Test 3: Relationships
Subject 1: Subject was sentenced after committing several murders out of anger for the death of a family member.
Subject 2: Subject was sentenced for murdering their close family in an attempt to commit insurance fraud.
Results: Subject 1 expressed a newfound apathy towards their family, as well as bitterness towards the motivation for their previous actions. Subject 2 expressed extreme regret in their own decisions as well. On more than one occasion, both subjects referred to the name of a family member from the other subject.
Test 4: Ideology
Subject 1: Subject was a devout Christian.
Subject 2: Subject was an Atheist.
Results: Both subjects became heavily insecure in their previous beliefs. Subject 1 described shock at "being able to accept a universe without a creator." Subject 2 suddenly developed a "hopeful, almost childlike" belief in a divine force.
Test 5: Physical awareness
Subject 1: Subject 1 had their right arm amputated up to the elbow. They state that their phantom limb sensations had been absent for some time.
Subject 2: Subject 2 is not missing any of their limbs.
Results: Subject 1 reports feeling as though they had undergone amputation again. They described feeling as though they should have an arm to control. They quickly fell into a state of shock. Subject 2 reports suddenly having reduced coordination and feeling in their right arm. Subject 2 also, however, expressed a certain degree of happiness at recovering something they had lost. This appears to have only increased their hysteria.
Test 6: Morality
Subject 1: Subject was known for their apathetic nature and lack of shame.
Subject 2: [REDACTED]
Results: Subject 1 broke out into tears. Dr. Ruefle believed them not to be faked, citing that Subject 1, having not been told the nature of the machine, would have no reason to. Dr. Ruefle also noted Subject 2 described dissociative feelings, questioning out loud why they had risked their life so often for others. Dr. Ruefle has expressed concern for this individual. Both subjects reported the inside of the machine to feel abnormally warm.
Test 7: Loyalty
Subject 1: Subject is fervently loyal to the Foundation.
Subject 2: [REDACTED]
Results: [See Incident 4291-A]
On the day after initial recovery and testing of SCP-4291, an anomalous sphere of radiation was detected within Site-██ at ██:██ PM, with a small heat signature at its center. The site went on lockdown, preventing numerous containment breaches. A dispatch was soon sent to investigate. Numerous personnel were found in various states of dysfunction, all within and around the chamber containing SCP-4291. Furthermore, a post-operation analysis concluded that they had undergone intensified effects of SCP-4291, as their neural pathways had grown in proportion to the number of personnel within the affected area. It is theorized that SCP-4291 overheated from constant use, resulting in the radiation bubble around it to strengthen in energy for several seconds.
The security camera footage also shows personnel in the chamber growing increasingly distressed as testing continued. A conflict arose between Dr. Ruefle and a majority of staff, including Dr. Rodgers. This resulted in Dr. Rodgers requesting the use of [REDACTED] for tests six and seven. Why Dr. Rodgers found it necessary to ignore Foundation protocol is unknown.
Dr. Ruefle and a D-class subject were found deceased within SCP-4291, with their autopsies revealing the cause of death to be hyperthermia. The inner modifications were found to be damaged, with most components being either disconnected or destroyed. The O5 council later approved future attempts at repairing SCP-4291, with new precautions.
Dr. Rodgers was found in a state of mental paralysis. The form for the final test appeared incomplete; however, written on the back appears to be his attempt to transcribe his thoughts immediately after the machine overheated.
Results: Who? Who's there? I hear a voice. There are a dozen voices, but I only hear one. One at a time. One every millisecond. A radio that keeps changing channels. Someone keeps turning the nob. But who? And each channel continues the last. I'm going to die, because I'm experimenting on me, while I guard the entrance, and while I take notes, and while I'm locked in here unable to die.
The heat. Too painful to think. I can't think with those screams. What have I done? I've done nothing. Should I be doing nothing? But I wasn't there. How could I do something? I know what I can do. I can kill them. All I want to do is let the knife fall and stop the knife from falling.
Blood. I've seen blood. Blood is nothing. But I can't stand the sight of it. But I have to clean it up. But I have to taste it. But I have to find who's blood it is and help them. So I can hurt them. So I can help them. So I can hurt them. So I can help them. And I can stand there and shake my head. When the cycle repeats, it's madness, according to Einstein. And when it repeats, it means there's order. Which is it? Madness in the order in the madness. This is nothing but nonsense. Need to make sense. I need to note what's happening. Have To Keep Writing
I don't want to write I want to get help. I'm thirsty. I need water. I felt my blood boiling, I know I need water. I want to be out there again. I want to be free from the restrictions, to kill whoever I want. But that's horrible. But what's the issue? I don't see how their lives matter. We're not here to protect the innocent. We're here to protect the innocent.
Dammit dammit dammit dammit I Just Need To Think Straight butwhat'sthepoint? What'sthepointinunderstanding I Need To Understand Ican'tunderstand No one in this room can understand. Everyone wants to understand. When we understand, we can stop fighting. When we understand, we can fight all the more viciously. So we try to understand. But we try to be understood. But we can't let them understand. So we avoid being understood. The more bricks you have, the more you can build, the more bricks you have, the more you can throw
Dr. Rodgers, as well as all other affected personnel Level 2 and above, have been sent to psychiatric treatment. It is unknown at this time if they will make a full recovery.
