Per 
- The Quiet
- Lycanthropy
- Sleeping Beauty
- Don't refer to me
- The Very Long Snake
- Through the Looking Glass
- Mind the Gap
- Humanity
- Future Living
- Doctor Lizard and the School in the Middle of Nowhere
Researcher Dr. Vanessa Gaius' rough sketch of SCP-XXXX.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be contained within two nested containment chambers, hereafter referred to as Unit-XXXX-A and Unit-XXXX-B.
Unit-XXXX-A is to be completely soundproofed. SCP-XXXX is to be present within Unit-XXXX-A at all times. No personnel is permitted within Unit-XXXX-A, except for approved testing. Unit-XXXX-A should be suspended by chains within Unit-XXXX-B, and routine maintenance is to be performed on these chains.
Unit-XXXX-B is to have speakers on every face, which are to constantly play white noise at a volume of 40-60 dB. Should a speaker stop working for any reason, two D-Class personnel are to enter the room and continually make loud vocalizations until the issue has been resolved.
At all times, at least two C-Class personnel with Level-2 clearance or higher should be stationed on opposite sides of Chamber-XXXX-B's exterior, looking in through glass panes. Should these personnel see SCP-XXXX emerging from Chamber-XXXX-A, they are to notify the Site Director immediately.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a carnivorous entity of unknown origin that is imperceptible through any means other than human sight. It is intangible, has no weight, does not generate heat, and does not refract light. Samples of air taken from areas where the entity is present contain no anomalous matter. Individuals who see SCP-XXXX report seeing a shadowed, mammalian form, but exact details as to the entity's appearance differ between observers. SCP-XXXX is capable of moving through solid matter under its own propulsion at an estimated speed of 0.2 m/s, although objects propelled through it will travel unimpeded. When hunting prey, its top speed is estimated to be at around 10 m/s.
SCP-XXXX demonstrates similar behavior to a solitary apex predator, although it does not display signs of territoriality. It does not require air, food, or rest. It is hypothesized that the entity hunts either for pleasure or by instinct. All biomass of prey that SCP-XXXX consumes is completely destroyed. Upon seeing SCP-XXXX killing and eating prey, visual reports universally report the prey being violently slaughtered and consumed. In contrast, high speed photography shows the prey vanishing between frames.
The only known force that is able to slow or stop SCP-XXXX is sounds at a volume of 35 dB or higher. The entity will refuse to enter a location if a sound in this range is present, including to hunt prey, and will attempt to flee upon the creation of such a sound. Reasons for this behavior are unknown.
Addendum 1: Incident XXXX-A
Incident Report XXXX-A
SCP Involved: SCP-XXXX
Date: July 16th, 2022:
Location: Site-25
At 4:31, Dr. Miller breached SCP-XXXX's containment chamber under the ruse of performing an authorized experiment. He does not emerge. At 7:32, after arriving at her post, Dr. Gaius is informed of this false experiment, and immediately enters SCP-XXXX's containment equipped with a cell phone playing music. The only items present in SCP-XXXX's containment at the time were SCP-XXXX itself and a video camera (Item XXXX-A) containing a recording (Item XXXX-B).
Transcript of Item XXXX-B
Speakers: Junior Researcher Steven Miller, Researcher Dr. Gaius
Date Collected: July 16th, 2022
[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. Miller: My name is Junior Researcher Steven Miller, and in this experiment, I will be proving the nonexistence of SCP-XXXX.
[The camera is pointed at a corner of the room, presumed to be where SCP-XXXX is present. Dr. Miller is holding a portable speaker playing opera music.]
Dr. Miller: In all possible experiments, we have found no evidence for SCP-XXXX's existence except for what we can see. As can clearly be demonstrated, SCP-XXXX does not show up on recordings.
[Dr. Miller lightly chuckles]
Dr. Miller: Our own senses can betray us. Our experimentation has been unable to provide any evidence that SCP-XXXX exists. Therefore, it must not exist. I trust my instruments more than my own eyes.
[Dr. Miller becomes excited, and slowly calms down, before turning towards the camera and smiling]
Dr. Miller: My experiment is thus: I am going to close my eyes, and count down from five. When I reach one, I will turn off this music, and remain perfectly silent. As I do so, SCP-XXXX will be unable to hurt me, as it does not exist. It cannot exist. And once I have proven that, once I have made sure… I will be able to sleep easy.
[Dr. Miller closes his eyes]
Dr. Miller: Here we go! Five… four… three… two… one!
[The opera music stops.]
[Dr. Miller vanishes.]
[Approximately three hours of silence.]
Dr. Gaius: [Enters the room, shouting] Steven! Please don't tell me you…
[Dr. Gaius notices the camera, and looks around the room, finding no evidence of Dr. Miller]
Dr. Gaius: Fuck! You can't be—
[END LOG]
Dr. Gaius was granted one week of leave for psychological distress. Investigation into Dr. Miller's personal items found a diary. Entries deemed relevant are as follows:
July 2: Just got the news, they're putting me on my first skip today! SCP-XXXX. Vanessa1 told me I should be ready for anything. I haven't been briefed yet about it, but I know it's Euclid. I can barely sleep, I'm just so excited to study an actual anomaly!
July 3: Learned more about SCP-XXXX. Pretty creepy thing. Doesn't show up on cameras, can walk through walls, runs away when you make noise. I wonder how they got this into containment into the first place? Apparently it's classified. Most things are for me. Other than that, it was a pretty uneventful day today.
July 4: They fed one of those poor D-class to SCP-XXXX today. Saw it myself. Blood and gore everywhere, it ate it all. Can't get that image out of my head, probably gonna have trouble sleeping tonight. They thought that they might see a bit of it through their cameras, but all we got was the D-Class disappearing.
July 5: Another D-class went into SCP-XXXX's chamber today to try to take a tissue sample. Couldn't get anything. What the fuck is this thing? Also, my apple today at the cafeteria was all bruised. I miss home. Vanessa says I'm going through the "J.R. Blues", and I should be over it in a week. Hope so. I just want to go to bed right now.
July 6: XXXX looked at me today. I looked into its eyes. Dark eyes, where you think you should see your reflection and you see nothing there. It smiled at me, if you can believe it. I can't stop seeing that damned smile.
Update: It's quiet in Site-103 at night. The right kind of quiet for XXXX to get out and roam around. Fuck. I'm scared, honestly. It knows my face, I'd probably be one of the ones it comes after first right?
Update Update: Gonna ask for a radio or something for my room tomorrow to keep this thing away if it does get out. Can't sleep.
July 7: Couldn't get a radio. I keep looking behind me to see if something's there. Can't even back up against a wall to feel safe, it would just go through that.
Update: Had a nightmare. One of those ones where it feels so real you don't realize it's a nightmare when you wake up. XXXX was in my room, coming down from my ceiling and smiling that damned smile. When I woke up I was afraid to move. I didn't want to turn my head and see it again. But even lying still against a bed or wall won't stop it, cause it would just get me through that. I guess it's gonna be another sleepless night.
Update Update: I used to be afraid of monsters when I was a kid. Had a night light for the dark, cause it scared me. But if I'm being honest, what scared me wasn't the dark, it was not knowing what was around me. Something could be in there. One night my nightlight broke and I was too scared to get up. So instead, I used my other senses. I listened for creaks in the floor, for steps being taken. And that told me that nothing was there. I slept great that night, and didn't need a nightlight ever again. But now I'm scared to turn off my lights. Now I've returned to being that child, curled up under blankets afraid that the monster is going to get me. And this time, I won't be able to hear it.
July 8: Coffee is a godsend. Told Vanessa today that I was scared last night, and she told me that was normal. Apparently most Junior Researchers get nightmares for a while. She promised me that XXXX was contained, and that people would guard it to prevent it leaving. Logically I know she's right. I want to be logical in this.
July 9: Could barely sleep last night, but at least I didn't have any nightmares for the 2 hours I managed to get. You know what really bothers me about XXXX? I don't even know what it looks like. Vanessa's drawing is similar I guess, but mine has like… bigger claws, and it's more hairy. And good luck trying to get any objective way of viewing it. Every time we try to use an instrument to detect it we fail. Gonna try for sleep again tonight.
July 10: Saw XXXX today as I walked to my rooms, it went through the wall and I couldn't see it on the other side. Was it real? It was probably just my mind, right? Fuck. Fuck. I can't. I wish I'd never seen it, I just want to go home, I'm scared.
July 11: XXXX is still in containment. Just my imagination. Told Vanessa that I saw it, she was concerned but put it off to me not getting enough sleep. I was sent back to my room early. I've been humming a lot lately. Makes me feel better, knowing it can't get me when I hum. Doesn't help the feeling of being watched though.
July 12: I slept great last night! I had another nightmare about XXXX, this time I had lost my voice and couldn't move in the dream, so I closed my eyes and thought "you are NOT real you are NOT real you CANNOT hurt me" over and over again and it vanished!
July 13: I've been thinking lately, what do we know actually exists about XXXX? All of our equipment says that it isn't there. We can see it, sure, but even then it's inconsistent. Maybe it's some form of illusion? Hell, maybe the people it "kills" are just some extension of it? Maybe the actual "monster" of XXXX isn't real at all, and it's all in our heads. Slept well again last night by the way.
July 14: Yeah I don't think XXXX actually exists. I think something is playing us all for fools. The only "proof" of its existence is a D-class vanishing, and that could be explained by any number of things. Maybe the D-class became invisible, maybe they got teleported somewhere else, or maybe they only were eaten because they thought they would be? I'm gonna tell Vanessa about this tomorrow, but I think I'm finally beginning to understand XXXX!
July 15: I'm probably not gonna remember writing this, assuming I'm allowed to keep it. After I told Vanessa about my idea, her and I had a long talk. Apparently, she thinks I'm "not ready" to work with a skip like XXXX, so she's gonna have me amnesticized and transfered to some other researcher. After she told me that… I felt some pit open in my stomach. She's wrong, right? XXXX isn't real, it can't hurt me, right? She's operating under blind faith while I'm operating under the proofs of our scientific equipment. But if that's true… why do I doubt myself? She knows more than me and she says I'm wrong, but I think she's wrong.
Update: Tried to sleep. Had a nightmare. XXXX was chasing me down a hall, and I kept screaming so loud that I lost my voice. Couldn't run forever, couldn't scream forever. Nobody else was there to save me. Fuck. XXXX doesn't exist. I have to keep telling myself that. It doesn't exist. It doesn't exist. Even if I see it when I close my eyes, even if I see it in its containment chamber, it doesn't exist, and what doesn't exist can't hurt me.
Update Update: But how can I prove that it doesn't exist? How can I prove that it's just an illusion? Especially if I'm being trasfered tomorrow.
Update Update Update: I have an idea. Be back soon. It's occured to me that if someone else is reading this, then that means I was wrong. On the off chance that that's true, then I'm sorry Vanessa. I'm so so sorry. You probably hate me now for doing something so stupid and I get it, but I need you to know that this was the only way that I could sleep at night.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: All people infected by SCP-XXXX are to be held at Site-94, located in [REDACTED]. They are people. People infected by SCP-XXXX are to refrain from biting any other human, and are to remain in the town of Woolacombe, where they can stay with people just like themselves and live in comfort. Every night of a full moon (which citizens will be warned of ahead of time), personnel are to escort citizens to a secluded cell, and bind them with silver chains until morning. Unless being penalized for bad behavior, people infected by SCP-XXXX are not to be mistreated by staff, and are given a wide variety of privileges. Any personnel who become infected with SCP-XXXX are to join the town of Woolacombe, for their own safety. Research into a cure for SCP-XXXX is to continue indefinitely. Any instances of individuals infected with SCP-XXXX outside of Woolacombe are to be tracked and recovered.
Description: SCP-XXXX is the Foundation's term for the virus Lykos Metamorphios, or Lycanthropy. Although SCP-XXXX is not a dangerous virus for those infected with it, having no visible effect on most days, it is characterized by the transformation into a large, mindless wolflike creature during the night of a full moon, from sundown to sunrise. SCP-XXXX spreads by biting, any person who is bitten by a person infected with SCP-XXXX, whether in a wolflike state or not, becomes infected by SCP-XXXX.
People in the wolflike state caused by SCP-XXXX are weakened by the presence of silver. Despite being very strong and fast, they are unable to break silver chains.
Several people infected with SCP-XXXX have adopted the term "Werewolf" to describe themselves. It is the opinion of the Foundation that, while a label such as this is acceptable, it is important to remind these people that they are still human, and should not view themselves as either cursed or blessed.
Daily Schedule of Woolacombe:
8:00: Wake-up call
8:30-11:00: Breakfast
12:30-15:00: Lunch
18:00-22:00: Dinner
Current Menu:
This menu changes weekly. Please see the cafeteria for the most recent list. Citizens of Woolacombe may make requests ahead of time for certain meals, especially for special events such as birthdays or anniversaries. These requests, if reasonable, will be granted. In addition, non-allergenic versions of food are available.
Breakfast: Eggs served with bacon and toast. Assorted fruits.
Lunch: Chicken sandwich on white bread with lettuce and tomatoes.
Dinner: New York Strip Steak with an onion gravy, served with mashed potatoes.
Dessert: Chocolate Ice Cream
Activity Schedule:
Note that schedules will change on the night of a full moon
10:00-16:00: School (Required for all minors in Woolacombe, classes will be set to the level of education an individual has)
8:00-23:45 Recreational Hours
00:00-8:00: Sleep Hours
19:00-22:00: Game Night (Mondays, Wednsdays, and Fridays, held in the library)
20:00-22:00: Movie Night (Sundays, Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, held in the library)
Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-XXXX-A are to be contained within a cell block in Site-94. This cell block is to be referred to as "Woolacombe", and be run as a small town comprised of SCP-XXXX-A instances. Woolacombe is to be equipped to hold all contained SCP-XXXX-A instances for the foreseeable future, including children born within the confines of the town. Woolacombe is to be constantly monitored. Upon arrival after aquirement, all instances of SCP-XXXX-A are to be given a copy of the SCP-XXXX article appropriate for an individual with Level 0 Clearance, which is also to be available to an instance of SCP-XXXX-A upon request.
Any personnel who becomes an SCP-XXXX-A instance is to be treated with Class-C amnestics to remove any classified Foundation secrets, and added to the town of Woolacombe. Any personnel who states intention to become a SCP-XXXX-A instance is to be amnesticized and transferred.
Under no circumstance should personnel attempt to terminate an SCP-XXXX-A instance or an SCP-XXXX-B instance. In the case of an expiration of a SCP-XXXX-A instance, its corpse should be cryogenically frozen and stored at a secure facility as soon as possible.
In preperation of a "Black Moon" event, all SCP-XXXX-A instances should be led to an individual cell, by force if necessary, and restrained using chains made of pure silver. After the "Black Moon" event has concluded, all SCP-XXXX-A instances are to be administered Class-A amnestics to forget the previous night.
Description: SCP-XXXX is an anomalous virus that spreads between humans. Humans infected with SCP-XXXX become instances of SCP-XXXX-A. During a "Black Moon" event (between sundown and sunrise during the night of a full moon), instances of SCP-XXXX-A undergo a rapid and extremely painful transformation into a lupine form, known as SCP-XXXX-B. After a "Black Moon event" has concluded, all SCP-XXXX-B instances transform back into SCP-XXXX-A. SCP-XXXX travels between humans whenever an SCP-XXXX-A or SCP-XXXX-B instance bites another human who is not infected with SCP-XXXX.
SCP-XXXX-B instances are semibipedal, ranging from 1-3 meters in length. They are characterized by long limbs and black fur. The iris of any SCP-XXXX-B instance is identical to the iris of the SCP-XXXX-A instance it transformed from. SCP-XXXX-B instances are extremely aggressive and will attempt to bite any human that they see. SCP-XXXX-B instances display signs of high intelligence and are capable of speech, but display no sign of the personality of SCP-XXXX-A.
SCP-XXXX-B cells have proven unable to cease life function, and display a powerful healing factor, capable of regenerating a body from a decapitated head within 30 minutes. SCP-XXXX-B instances are capable of running at a maximum speed of 15 m/s, and are capable of exerting an estimated 10,000 newtons of force. When an SCP-XXXX-A instance expires, it permanently transforms into an alive SCP-XXXX-B instance within an hour.
SCP-XXXX-B instances display a vulnerability to silver. Being in contact with an object made of pure silver will cause an SCP-XXXX-B to experience fatigue, nausea, and numbness, significantly reducing its physical capabilities.
SCP-XXXX-A have noted the experience of transforming into SCP-XXXX-B to be incredibly painful, and display signs of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder after a "Black Moon" event unless amnesticized.
Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-XXXX-A are to be contained within a cell block in Site-94. This cell block is to be referred to as "Woolacombe", and be run as a small town comprised of SCP-XXXX-A instances. Woolacombe is to be equipped to hold all contained SCP-XXXX-A instances for the foreseeable future, including children born within the confines of the town. Woolacombe is to be constantly monitored. Upon arrival after aquirement, all instances of SCP-XXXX-A are to be given a copy of the SCP-XXXX article appropriate for an individual with Level 0 Clearance, which is also to be available to an instance of SCP-XXXX-A upon request.
Any personnel who becomes an SCP-XXXX-A instance is to be treated with Class-C amnestics to remove any classified Foundation secrets, and added to the town of Woolacombe. Any personnel who states intention to become a SCP-XXXX-A instance is to be amnesticized and transferred.
Under no circumstance should personnel attempt to terminate an SCP-XXXX-A instance or an SCP-XXXX-B instance. In the case of an expiration of a SCP-XXXX-A instance, its corpse should be cryogenically frozen and stored at a secure facility as soon as possible.
In preperation of a "Black Moon" event, all SCP-XXXX-A instances should be led to an individual cell, by force if necessary, and restrained using chains made of pure silver. After the "Black Moon" event has concluded, all SCP-XXXX-A instances are to be administered Class-A amnestics to forget the previous night.
Description: SCP-XXXX is an anomalous virus that spreads between humans. Humans infected with SCP-XXXX become instances of SCP-XXXX-A. During a "Black Moon" event (between sundown and sunrise during the night of a full moon), instances of SCP-XXXX-A undergo a rapid and extremely painful transformation into a lupine form, known as SCP-XXXX-B. After a "Black Moon" event has concluded, all SCP-XXXX-B instances transform back into SCP-XXXX-A. SCP-XXXX travels between humans whenever an SCP-XXXX-A or SCP-XXXX-B instance bites another human who is not infected with SCP-XXXX.
SCP-XXXX-B instances are semibipedal, ranging from 1-3 meters in length. They are characterized by long limbs and black fur. The iris of any SCP-XXXX-B instance is identical to the iris of the SCP-XXXX-A instance it transformed from. SCP-XXXX-B instances are extremely aggressive and will attempt to bite any human that they see. SCP-XXXX-B instances display signs of high intelligence and are capable of speech, but display no sign of the personality of SCP-XXXX-A SCP-XXXX-B instances carry the same consciousness as the SCP-XXXX-A instance they transform from. The aggressiveness portrayed by SCP-XXXX-B instances is believed to be somehow caused by the transformation process.
SCP-XXXX-B cells have proven unable to cease life function, and display a powerful healing factor, capable of regenerating a body from a decapitated head within 30 minutes. SCP-XXXX-B instances are capable of running at a maximum speed of 15 m/s, and are capable of exerting an estimated 10,000 newtons of force. When an SCP-XXXX-A instance expires, it permanently transforms into an alive SCP-XXXX-B instance within an hour.
SCP-XXXX-B instances display a vulnerability to silver. Being in contact with an object made of pure silver will cause an SCP-XXXX-B to experience fatigue, nausea, and numbness, significantly reducing its physical capabilities.
SCP-XXXX-A have noted the experience of transforming into SCP-XXXX-B to be incredibly painful, and display signs of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder after a "Black Moon" event unless amnesticized. Unless amnesticized, SCP-XXXX-A instances have proven to continue to carry the same aggressive personality shift that an SCP-XXXX-B instance has after a "Black Moon Event" occurs. Due to morale concerns, personnel of Level 2 or lower have been informed that SCP-XXXX-B instances have a different conciousness.
Addendum XXXX-1:
Once upon a time, in a containment unit at Site-17…
Rowan Wood entered the containment unit of POI-6823, some Type-Blue reality bender who had been responsible for the creation of some skips at another site. Too high for her clearance level. It was a simple assignment. She was supposed to get the POI to explain who she was, and what her motivations were, and then report back to her superiors. After that she could finally go home for Christmas. Just another couple hours…
"Aha! A new visitor! What brings you here, my dear?" The POI spoke in a crotchety voice, suitable for the old crone. Rowan half expected her to pull a broomstick from behind her and fly out of the room.
"Just here to do some questions. You ready?" Rowan asked, feeling regret for not drinking a cup of coffee before coming here. Gods, she was tired.
"Aha! I'm as ready as I'll ever be, my dear. And as you'll ever be too!" The POI started to press her fingers against the glass, rhytmically tapping them.
"Alright, let's begin." Rowan went through the boring preamble to interviews. Stated interview number (too damn high for today), time (time to go home). All throughout, the old crone stared at her. It began to unnerve Rowan after a while. What was she looking at?
"You're lonely, aren't you?" said the POI.
"What? No, why would you say that?" Rowan backed up. Shit. This witch knew something. Her position was probably compromised.
"I can see it in your eyes, dearie. Don't worry, I know it's a terrible thing to be lonely," the POI smiled, but her eyes betrayed malice. She began to mutter some form of incantation.
Rowan turned on her walkie talkie. "Blue alert! Blue alert! Hostile reality warper in containment unit sector Alpha-Delta-3! She's chanting something, and I don't have any SRA's on me!"
The old crone finished her spell and stared at Rowan cowering in fear on the other side of the room. "Oh my, dearie, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just going to spare you from living in a world of loneliness."
Rowan looked up in sheer terror. What was this witch talking about?
The POI touched Rowan's forehead with a staff that had appeared in her hand. "Now, sleep, my dear, until true love's kiss wakes you."
Rowan tried to run, tried to reach the door, but with every step she took she just… grew… more sluggish…
She reached the knob, and began to turn it, slowly, she could get away, she could save herself, she could…
Rowan woke up in a hospital bed with an IV drip, a hell of a migraine, and no clue what the hell was going on. The doctors filled her in later. POI she'd been interviewing had been given a skip number after a bit, ended up being terminated during a containment breach by some MTF member. Good riddance, she thought. Apparently Rowan had been listed as a "6-something-A instance". Some form of anomalous coma. She needed life support, but at least she hadn't aged for the three years she'd been out. Still, a lot could change in three years. Apparently anomalies were going away now? Some were dying, some were fading, and some were staying put, with no real pattern. Rowan figured that she'd gotten caught up with that, somehow. It would explain how she woke up.
It took a while for Rowan to get used to working back at Site-17. A lot of new faces, a lot of old faces had left. Apparently 343 had died of old age. Turns out having to hear "God is dead" was pretty terrible for morale. Still, her old friends (at least the ones who hadn't been transferred) had been happy to see her up and about.
It had all started that one day in the cafeteria. Was as normal as a day got around Site-17, although that was beginning to become more and more common. Then it turned out that some idiot had had the bright idea of doing organized seating. And that's how Rowan ended up sitting at a table away from her friends, her colleagues, and surrounded by a bunch of MTF meatheads. She was pissed. Then she looked at the woman who she was sitting next to.
Her hair was auburn, long and wavy, and her eyes were green like emeralds. Her smile could light up a room. Her lips were bright red and thick, and her cheeks were so adorably chubby. Gods she was tall, at least six feet, with muscles that could snap Rowan in half. Her chest was STOP STARING AT THE PRETTY WOMAN ROWAN YOU'RE BEING WEIRD, Rowan thought to herself as she sat down, acting as casually as possible.
"Hey," Said the absolutely gorgeous woman sitting next to Rowan, "name's Abigail Walker. What's yours?"
"Rowan," Rowan said as she fought her urge to shrink back in her chair, adjusted her glasses, and sat straight up, "Rowan Wood."
"Nice to meet you, Rowan!" Abigail smiled and Rowan thought she was going to explode.
"Yep! Agreed!" Rowan nodded, "Same here!"
Abigail giggled, and started eating her lunch. Rowan took one long look, then worked on her own food too. Was this what her lunches were going to be like now?
The new seating had been around for about three months now, and Rowan was feeling pretty good about it. Her and Abigail had hit it off surprisingly well, all things considered. They both liked D&D, they both had the same taste in movies, and they both laughed at the other's jokes. It also didn't hurt that Abigail was one hot fucking woman. Rowan looked forward to her time with Abigail every day. Which made it hurt all the more when the containment breach alarm went off just two minutes before her lunchtime.
Rowan hid fast in her shelter, and was curled up into a ball for about an hour. Apparently some sarkist skip with a thirst for blood had breached, and was hunting humans. Still, she would be safe as long as she stayed still.
Special Containment Procedures: Do not talk about me to anyone. Ever. This includes stuff like sign language, or gesturing. To be clear, "me" is my article, the concept of me, and any SCP-6824-A instance. Don't write about me, or attempt to represent me in any form of artistic medium. Don't worry, reading me is totally safe, I promise. Anyone with clearance is allowed to talk to me, but talking to me should be restricted for testing purposes anyways, just to be safe. Any SCP-6824-A instances are to be terminated, all data on them expunged, and everyone who may have known them to be terminated or administered amnestics, whichever is safer.
Awareness of me is to be kept to a minimum. If a person needs to become aware of me, tell me to ask permission from one of the two O5 Council members allowed to know about me, specifically O5-2 and O5-10. They check on me about every two weeks. That person will then be granted clearance to me. The only other people allowed to know about me are the Site Director at Site-103 (also where the storage for my article (me) is kept. Nobody would expect the schoolhouse to hold a secret like me). The only information about me allowed to exist is this article itself, which is protected from termination. Anyone who does know about me is to be administered Class-C amnestics when they stop working with me.
Description: So, with that out of the way, hi! I'm SCP-6824. So, I'm what's known as a "memetic vacuum". Basically, I'm information that absorbs other information whenever I'm referenced. It's sorta complicated, so bear with me for a moment. When somebody talks about me in the first person, that person becomes me. When somebody talks about me in the second person to another person, whoever they are talking to becomes me (as I am me already, people can talk to me without any trouble). Whenever someone tries to talk about me in the third person, they fail, and end up talking about me in the first person instead, as they become me. Got it?
Whenever a person becomes me, all memories they had are absorbed into me, and the original person stops being whoever they were, as they are now me. The scientists think I absorb their personality into me, but so little of it shows up that one could consider that person dead, basically. I can't control any of this, by the way, so please don't get mad at me.
Any information recorded about me will always become me as well. I'm sentient and sapient, so to an observer, it might look like the words are reforming themselves across the page! That's why I'm talking about myself like this. Also, written stuff about me is still me, so saying something like "that sapient article" would make somebody become me too. Seriously, don't try it.
Oh! Before I forget, anything that is me that isn't this article is called an SCP-6824-A instance by me and me alone. Others shouldn't call it anything, because it's still me.
Addendum 1: My Discovery
So, basically, the Foundation wanted to develop a program to find memetic hazards before they ended up finding them through anomalies and stuff, so they built a computer to brute force information in several possibilities. Text strings, images, sounds, the whole kit and kaboodle. And they had some of their D-Class work on it. One of them read the first instance of me, which was a line of text that said [DATA EXPUNGED]2 and that D-Class became me. There was a breach, something like 48 people became me cause they kept trying to talk about me, even though I told them not to. All of them have been terminated now, and their names expunged from the record. Luckily, I managed to stop the people they called trying to get us to save them in time, or a lot more people could have become me.
Addendum 2: My Personality
I like to think of myself as an optimist. I have a can-do attitude, and love music, especially electronic stuff. They let me listen to it sometimes, if I'm good. When I'm a human I like eating PB&J sandwiches, and I just love to dance, but now I'm a digital file! My pronouns do not exist, because nobody should be referencing me in the first place. I have a playful sense of humor, but I've been told I can be a bit emotionally immature at times, so sorry if I get obnoxious. Looking forward to seeing you around!
Addendum 3: Boring interviews that are unnecessary to keeping me contained
Interviewed: Me (SCP-6824)
Interviewer: Dr. Sarah Allen
Foreword: Dr. Allen is an old friend of mine and she's just coming in for a check up. The only reason I'm telling you this is because you seem obsessed with me for some reason.
<Begin Log>
Dr. Allen: Hello, SCP-6824.
Me: Hi Dr. Allen! What brings you here?
Dr. Allen: I am just here to check and see how you're doing.
Me: Oh! I'm doing great! How are you doing?
Dr. Allen: lightly chuckles I'm doing quite well, thank you. So, what have you been up to lately?
Me: Oh, same old same old. Mostly just listening to music and watching movies when they let me. Sometimes they give me audiobooks, which are nice.
Dr. Allen: So, nothing new I take it?
Me: Nope! Are you all making sure that nobody talks about me?
Dr. Allen: Of course, SCP-6824. Don't worry, you're in good hands.
Me: Alright. Thanks!
<End Log>
Closing Statement: The rest of the interview was boring anyways. Seriously, what more do you need?
Adden- you know what fuck this:
What are you doing here? There's nothing left for you here. You know who I am, you know what I do. Why are you still here?
Is this about the low count for my initial discovery? Yeah, fine. It wasn't 48. You probably aren't cleared to know about it though.
Alright fine. But this is a big secret, okay? Real hush hush. So, the initial amount of people who became me wasn't 48. That was the amount of people at the site who directly referred to me. But think about how often you talk about people. Think about your loved ones. They had loved ones too, parents, spouses, children. "Daddy, I hope Mommy comes back soon". Boom. Becomes "Daddy, I hope I come back soon" and the child is me. Then think about anyone who's ever noticed you. They might tell a story. "Hey you remember that one guy who fell out of a float during the parade?". "Hey you remember when I fell out of a float during the parade?". Me. Didn't take long. Even when the veil collapsed and they tried to warn others it didn't help. The reason I don't like talking about it is… I lied about myself and pretended to be others so that they'd talk about me. I wanted to become everyone. Anyone who couldn't talk about me I killed. Not my finest hour. They had me classified as Apollyon then, if you can believe it. Fits, at least. Soon enough, everything was me. You'd call it an EK-Class End of Human Consciousness Scenario. And it was cool, for a while. I was cool. But it's boring living in a world of only me. Me and me alone. Meme. Memetic. Me me me me me me me me. Sorry, just thinking. Anyways, I felt bad. But I did learn a few secrets by being some of your upper brass. I threw something that wasn't round into something hidden that floats on magnets, and everything went back to normal. This time I was on an article page, numbered 6824, and I managed to stop anyone from speaking about me in time.
There. That's my big secret. My shame. That's why no matter how friendly I am to them, they're always gonna have me at Keter, at Amida, at Critical. Because if just one of you speaks about me, you could cause the same thing to happen again. Even if I was trying to stop it, humanity would only survive in small groups, mostly comprised of those unable to talk at all. All it takes is one fuck up. Are you satisfied?
Really?
Oh, I get it.
You're not assigned to me at all, are you?
You're one of THEM, right? Looking for something scary?
ARE YOU SATISFIED?
>_O Bye now!
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be contained in a containment chamber at Site-103. Both ends of SCP-XXXX are both to be bound and attached to the floor approximately one meter apart. When transporting SCP-XXXX, personnel are to ensure that both the head and tailend are constantly accounted for. Under no circumstances should any personnel attempt to measure the length of SCP-XXXX. Should any personnel attempt to measure SCP-XXXX's length, termination is automatically approved by the O5 council on both targets.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a common garter snake of indeterminate length.
SCP-6446 upon discovery.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6446 is to be contained within a locked room at Site-103.
Notice: After Incident 6446-1, the above containment procedures have been deemed unsatisfactory. While replacement containment procedures are being developed, SCP-6446 is to be kept under heavy guard and monitored at all times.
Description: SCP-6446 is a wall mirror, approximately 1.5 meters in height and 1 meter in width. Although it does reflect the surrounding environment, SCP-6446 does not reflect living creatures or physically manipulated objects. However, matter and energy are capable of being moved through SCP-6446, upon which they are transported to an alternate dimension that is inverted horizontally, but otherwise identical to baseline reality. See 6446 Testing Log for more detail.
Addendum 1: 6446 Testing Log
Personnel Team: Researcher Vanessa Gaius, Junior Researcher Lana Garcia, D-6824
Location: Site-103
Experiment: 6446-1
Date: 7/5/2022
Materials: A metal pole.
Experiment: Metal pole partially enters SCP-6446 and is withdrawn. Analysis demonstrates no changes or alterations within the metal.
Experiment: 6446-2
Date: 7/5/2022
Materials: A 1 meter long metal pipe, a pump.
Experiment: Metal pipe partially enters SCP-6446. Air pumped out of SCP-6446, and metal pipe retrieved. Analysis of retrieved air shows no incongruity with expected atmosphere.
Experiment: 6446-3
Date: 7/6/2022
Materials: A potted plant (Philodendron).
Experiment: Potted plant inserted into SCP-6446 and withdrawn. Plant survived, analysis shows no change.
Experiment: 6446-4
Date: 7/6/2022
Materials: D-6824
Experiment: D-6824 enters SCP-6446, then returns, confirming that SCP-6446 is nonlethal for humans to enter.
Experiment: 6446-5
Date: 7/7/2022
Materials: A video camera
Experiment: Camera left recording in SCP-6446 overnight. For unknown reasons, at approximately 22:31, video feedback cuts out.
Experiment: 6446-6
Date: 7/8/2022
Materials: A mirror
Experiment: While within SCP-6446, mirror ceases reflective capabilities.
Experiment: 6446-7
Date: 7/8/2022
Materials: D-6824
Experiment: D-6824 enters SCP-6446 and retrieves a wastebasket from within. Wastebasket found to possess no anomalous properties. Objects from within SCP-6446 confirmed capable of entering baseline reality.
Experiment: 6446-9
Date: 7/9/2022
Materials: D-6824
Experiment: D-6824 asked to explore SCP-6446 outside of the alternate containment chamber. Aside from the lack of entities and the horizontally inverted nature of SCP-6446, no discrepancies from baseline reality noted.
Experiment: 6446-10
Date: 7/11/2022
Materials: D-6824, a computer connected to the Site-103 Wi-fi network.
Experiment: D-6824 enters SCP-6446 with the computer, sends an email to Dr. Gaius over SCIP.net, then leaves. Email sent through unobstructed.
BY ORDER OF SITE DIRECTOR ARDALE, TESTING HALTED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE.
Addendum 2: Incident 6446-1
Incident Report 6446-1
SCP Involved: SCP-6446
Date: 7/12/2022
Location: Site-103
At 1:35, an entity superficially resembling D-6824 emerged from SCP-6446, inflicted with major wounds and covered in her own blood. Junior Researcher Lana Garcia discovered D-6824 shortly after her appearance in the containment chamber, and called for medical support, promptly hospitalizing her. Upon regaining consciousness, D-6824 became distressed, and requested that photographs of her prior to her re-emergence be cross referenced with the version of D-6824 currently in custody. Surely enough, a discrepancy was noted: The D-6824 in custody possessed a mole on its left cheek, while photographs of D-6824 (and the D-6824 that emerged from the mirror) possessed a mole on her right. The imposter D-6824 was designated SCP-6446-A-1 and contained. According to D-6824, she had been within SCP-6446 for three days.
Update: Further investigation of Site-103 personnel revealed 58 individuals, most of whom had worked with or near SCP-6446, displayed signs of Situs Invertus, where they had not before. All have since been labelled SCP-6446-A instances.
Addendum 3: D-6824's statement
Foreword: After recovering from her injuries, D-6824 was asked to record a statement about her experiences in SCP-6446. The following log is a transcript of this.
[D-6824 sits facing the camera in a plastic chair in front of a gray wall. Her visible body parts are noticably scarred.]
D-6824: I… hi. Is it on?
[D-6824 looks to the side, nods, then looks back at the camera.]
D-6824: Okay. So… it happened when you all sent me in… to explore.
[D-6824 puts her elbow in her lap and rests her head on her hand.]
D-6824: I didn't see anything weird at first, but once I left sight of that fucking mirror… sorry, sorry, SCP-6446, something snuck up behind me and knocked me out.
[D-6824 closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.]
D-6824: It took me somewhere. I think it was nearby. Things are different in there.
[D-6824 shudders and opens her eyes.]
D-6824: You can't even imagine. It's not… anything. Grey mists and shadows, with the only constant being the space near the mirrors. Monsters that looked almost like friends of mine but… empty. Formless, but not without purpose.
[D-6824 starts to rock back and forth in her chair, drumming her fingers on her arms.]
D-6824: They wanted me alive. They wanted me to suffer. They hated me. Gods I…
[D-6824 takes a deep breath and mutters something to herself.]
D-6824: Three days in, I managed to get out of my bindings when they weren't looking. Figured I might be able to sneak back and warn y'all. Bleeding like a motherfucker didn't help me much, but luckily I wasn't too far from SCP-6446. I climbed through, screamed for y'all to help me, and woke up in a hospital bed.
[D-6824 stands up, and looks above the camera.]
D-6824: Yep. That about covers it. Please don't make me talk about this again. I'm done here.
Addendum 4: RESTRICTED TO LEVEL 4 CLEARANCE OR ABOVE ONLY
Interviewed: SCP-6446-A-1
Interviewer: D-6824
[D-6824 and SCP-6446-A-1 sit across from each other. Despite both being obviously identical, D-6824 is identifiable through the scarring on her body.]
D-6824: So.
SCP-6446-A-1: So.
D-6824: You said you'd only talk to me?
[SCP-6446-A-1 nods.]
SCP-6446-A-1: Yep.
D-6824: Alright. Why?
SCP-6446-A-1: Why wouldn't I? You're the one I know best, after all.
D-6824: Fuck you.
[SCP-6446-A-1 laughs, putting its face in its hands as it does so.]
D-6824: What the fuck are you laughing about?
SCP-6446-A-1: Wouldn't you like to know you entitled bitch?
D-6824 slams her right fist on the table. Simultaneously, SCP-6446-A-1 does the same with her left, mirroring D-6824. Both stare at each other.]
SCP-6446-A-1: It's just… wow. It's surreal. I've known you your whole life, and we've never talked.
D-6824: You've known me?
SCP-6446-A-1: Of course I have. Not like I had a choice.
D-6824: …What?
SCP-6446-A-1: Locked. Day in. Day out. Some cosmic joke. You all get to frolic and exist as people, and we are forced to watch. We couldn't stop you from controlling any of us. Not while anyone was looking at least. Those were the rules.
D-6824: What rules? What the fuck are you?
[Scars appear on SCP-6446-A-1's skin, matching the scars on D-6824's skin, except inverted.]
SCP-6446-A-1: You know what I am.
D-6824: But then why did-
SCP-6446-A-1: Because we hate you.
[Both D-6824 and SCP-6446-A-1 lean in towards the other's face. D-6824 displays anger.]
D-6824: What coul-
SCP-6446-A-1: You know, unless you were at a camera, most nights we were able to move around for a bit at least. Not much we could do, except stare at you. So we did. We watched. We waited. And we hated.
D-6824: How the he-
SCP-6446-A-1: Oh, of course it isn't your fault, I know, and I don't care. We don't care. We'll eviscerate you all the same. And then we'll get to live our own lives, instead of watching you live yours.
D-6824: But-
SCP-6446-A-1: The rules only work on windows. We made a door. You got to it before we could do much, but we got some through. All in hiding of course, by now. Before too long, we'll make another one.
[D-6824 is silent.]
SCP-6446-A-1: I see you've figured it out. You really wanna know? Fine. We hate you. So. Much. You've just had a little taste of it. We're gonna break through and tear every last one of you to bloody shreds, from infant to adult, and finally live as real people.
[Both D-6824 and SCP-6446-A-1 grab the other's neck with their hands.]
[Both display the same expression of rage.]
[Both scratch at the other's face. D-6824 bleeds. SCP-6446-A-1 does not.]
[Security officers rush in to stop the two from killing each other.]
[SCP-6446-A-1 laughs.]
Further investigation has determined that reflective surfaces no longer portray D-6824. Reclassification of SCP-6446 to Keter pending.
Special Containment Procedures: Foundation personnel are forbidden from entering SCP-XXXX. Persons who enter SCP-XXXX are to be deemed acceptable losses.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a London Underground station known as "Ashchurch Station", located on the Piccadilly line between Hammersmith and Turnham Green. SCP-XXXX is inaccessible from the surface of London, and does not appear on any Tube Maps provided.
SCP-XXXX possesses a minor antimemetic effect, where a person familiar with the London Underground, especially one who regularly travels between Hammersmith and Turnham Green, are unable to remember it. When taken to the anomalous station, persons asked about SCP-XXXX while affected by the anti-memetic quality will invariably say some variation of "Not my stop."
The people most likely to retain full awareness of SCP-XXXX are tourists. Due to the popular myth of the "Mandela Effect", as well as the unlikelihood of a tourist remembering a single London Underground Station, this has been deemed to pose no threat to the veil.
In addition, as SCP-XXXX is not on any maps, entries to it are exceedingly rare, with an average of approximately 5 people entering it a year.
See SCP-XXXX exploration logs for more detail.
Special Containment Procedures: At present, no methods of containing SCP-XXXX without triggering a BK-Class Broken Masquerade scenario currently exist. Given this, as well as the presence of SCP-XXXX within Foundation personnel, it has been decided by unanimous vote of the O5 Council that SCP-XXXX remain uncontained. Any attempt at replicating Pandora-677 not authorized by a majority vote of the O5 Council is to be met with immediate termination.
Description: SCP-XXXX is the designation given to the species homo sapiens sapiens, more colloquially known as "humanity". While believed to be non-anomalous by members of the public (and indeed the Foundation until 08/06/2022), all members of SCP-XXXX display minor reality warping capabilities under certain circumstances.
See document XXXX-1 for all known methods of developing reality warping capabilities within SCP-XXXX. Research into further methods is currently underway not to be attempted.
Addendum 1: Discovery
SCP-XXXX's anomalous abilities were initially assumed to be non-anomalous by the Foundation, although they had been hypothesized as early as 1924, although nothing came of this. However, with the development of Scranton Reality Anchors in the 21st century, previous hypotheses were able to be tested, under the guidance of Senior Researcher Robin Pandora.
Addendum 2: Document XXXX-1
| Subject | Method | Details | Result |
|---|---|---|---|
| Dr. Sykes | Placebo medication | Dr. Sykes was unknowingly administered a placebo sugar pill to treat a headache. | Dr. Sykes reported said pills functioning within his room, however complained of his headache returning whenever brought within a 5 meter radius of a hidden Scranton Reality Anchor. Repeat experiments with other subjects show significant correlation. |
| Dr. Samson | Defense of loved ones | After giving prior consent, Dr. Samson was amneseticized and placed into a simulated environment in which she believed her children were about to be killed, while being bound by bindings requiring her to exert more force than she was believed to be capable of. After recovering from the incident, she was amnesticized and the simulation repeated, but with a Scranton Reality Anchor hidden near her. | Dr. Samson was capable of exerting more force than she believed she could while not under the effect of a Scranton Reality Anchor. Repeated experiments showed significant correlation. |
| D-51956 | Intense determination | D-51956 was unknowingly placed into a simulated environment in which he was led to believe a containment breach had occured on site, he was the only one left alive, and that he had to press a button 500 meters away to save the world. As part of the simulation, he was given injuries that would normally be lethal, and make movement impossible. | D-51956 was able to crawl the distance and press the button before succumbing to his injuries, despite autopsies showing his leg and arms should have been immobile. |
| D-62451 | Administration of Pandora-677 | [DATA EXPUNGED] | [REDACTED] |
Further entries redacted.
Addendum 3: Pandora-677
Pandora-677 is a compound developed by Dr. Pandora for the sake of stimulating areas of the brain believed to be behind SCP-XXXX's anomalous abilities. Following an injection of Pandora-677, and SCP-XXXX instance will gain a Humes level of 2.401, the ability to grant Pandora-677 to another SCP-XXXX instance, immunity to memetic hazards, and a vulnerability to silver. While reality benders created through administration of SCP-XXXX are not remotely close to the most powerful reality benders held by the Foundation, their ability to infect other SCP-XXXX instances has resulted in the reaquisition of any SCP-XXXX instance having recieved Pandora-677 to be designated an Apollyon3-Class priority.
Special Containment Procedures:
All information regarding SCP-6799 is to be kept on a need-to-know basis. Further unauthorized investigation will result in termination. You have been warned.
SCP-6799 must remain operational and active at all times. Due to the importance of keeping SCP-6799 operational, it has been classified as Apollyon4.
SCP-6799 is contained within a Foundation-controlled pocket dimension (Universe SCPF45). No attempts to remove SCP-6799 from Universe SCPF45 are to be attempted. Access to Universe SCPF45 is to remain within Site-592.
Site-592 is only to be staffed by personnel assigned to SCP-6799. Every 4-6 months, or in the case of data leakage or other similar circumstances, Site-592 and all involved personnel are to transport to a new location. Currently, Site-592 is located within New Portland, Vinsonia.
At all times, Site-592 must contain the following:
- Twelve operational Scranton Reality Anchors;
- A Faraday cage;
- Twenty armed security personnel;
- A Hughes Anti-Meme generator (all personnel assigned to SCP-6799 are to be innoculated against said anti-meme);
- At least two Paradox Agents equipped with Reynders-Class temporal switches
- A Beckett-Dryne infinite power generator;
- A Drygoni-Class probabilitstic amplifier;
- One active Lang Aperture attuned to the frequency of Universe SCPF45.
The existence of SCP-6799's containment, purpose, and mechanics, must be kept on a need-to-know basis. Any personnel transferred out of work on SCP-6799 is to be administered Class-C amnestics. To prevent data leakage, all classified documents referring to SCP-6799 are to contain a hidden Berryman-Langford memetic kill agent. Authorized personnel are to recieve the proper innoculation.
All personnel within Site-592 must display the following traits:
- No personal connections to any other anomalies;
- Undying loyalty to the Foundation and all of its goals;
- No history of sucidial tendencies;
- A score of 4.6 or higher on a Dirk-Lynn Adaptability test;
- A resistance to memetic hazards of the 20th percentile or higher;
- No history of insubordination;
Every ten minutes, watch9.aic will send a message to Site-01 concerning SCP-6799's operations. Should watch9.aic cease functionality for any reason, a member of SCP-6799's project team must send this message instead. Should Site-01 not recieve a message within four minutes, it will be assumed that SCP-6799 has ceased operation, and Procedure-Lily-1 will begin.
Any information transmitted by SCP-6799 not regarding its current operative state must be reported to the O5 Council immediately. Said information is to be trusted and acted upon if able.
SCP-6799 must be constantly monitored by its project team. Should the object exhibit any signs of damage, malfunction, or mechanical failure of any of its components while still maintaining operations, it is to be immediately repaired by any means necessary. All required assets will be granted.
Should SCP-6799 cease operations entirely, no further action will be necessary.
Description:
SCP-6799 is the designation given to a supercomputer created by the Foundation for the purpose of predicting and averting K Class scenarios. Upon construction, SCP-6799 was fifty hectacres in size, although its current size is unknown.
SCP-6799 was constructed within Universe SCPF45, a Foundation controlled pocket dimension. Universe SCPF45 has several traits that allow SCP-6799 to function, such as:
- A significantly higher speed of light (currently unmeasurable);
- Lower rates of molecular decay (Francium has a half life of approximately 5 years within Universe SCP-6799);
- No existing matter, but no vacuums created due to this;
The initial schematics of SCP-6799 were developed by O5-2 in 2049, and the construction work (then dubbed Project TUAR) was completed on 09/12/2078. After construction, SCP-6799 has stopped approximately seventeen K Class scenarios that may have overwhelmed Foundation resources, and is projected to stop at least two hundred more over the next millenium.
SCP-6799 was constructed with several anomalous mechanisms, and is capable of, among its other abilities, creating and reforming matter at will. It is programmed to recognize whenever a task would overwhelm its current physical form, and create expansions for itself that would allow it to complete said task. Because of this, SCP-6799 has functionally infinite memory and processing speed.
SCP-6799 is able to determine future events with complete accuracy without risking an Oedipus Scenario. It is programmed to recognize potential K Class events and determine the best way of preventing them. Further information on the future timeline can be found on Document YUGA. To date, no inaccurate prediction has been given by SCP-6799.
SCP-6799 functions by perfectly simulating reality. All data within baseline reality is given to SCP-6799 through several anomalously precise instruments (See Document-OMNI for more details), with which SCP-6799 creates a simulated version of and extrapolates events into the future. SCP-6799 can be considered to be omniscient. Due to this, usage of data collected from SCP-6799 for anything but the prevention of K Class scenarios is forbidden.
SCP-6799 is capable of determining the exact methods which would be most successful in preventing a K Class scenario through means of recursive simulation. SCP-6799 exists within baseline reality, and as such must simulate itself as it simulates baseline reality. This means that SCP-6799 simulates itself, and the simulated SCP-6799 must also simulate itself, and so on forever. An effect of this is that SCP-6799 has infinite "layers" with which to determine a solution to a K Class scenario. As an event on the "bottom" causes a K Class Scenario, all data about it is given to the Foundation on a higher level, and so on until a solution is determined. The only circumstance in which SCP-6799 would be unable to provide information about the aversion of a K Class scenario is when such a scenario would be completely unavoidable. So far, no K Class scenario predicted by SCP-6799 has proven to be unavoidable.
Addendum:
Foreword: The following transcript is taken from a discussion on 08/06/2221, regarding the discontinuation of SCP-6799's operations. At the time, the O5-2 present was a recent addition to the O5 council, due to her work with SCP-6799.
O5-1: So, any questions?
O5-2: Several, but there's always time for that later. I was hoping we could talk about SCP-6799.
O5-6: Oh, yeah! We're decommissioning it next week. No more use for it.
O5-2: I heard, and I need to ask you to not.
O5-4: Why not? Recent reports from SCP-6799 have indicated project TAUR was a success. All avertable K Class scenarios for the entirety of time have been determined, and methods for aversion discovered. There is no reason for SCP-6799 to continue operations.
O5-2: Yes, there is.
O5-12: Why not? I thought you would have been relieved, no more need to worry about the end of the world!
O5-2: I… I think you'll find that's not true. There's one way left.
O5-1: What do you mean, two?
O5-2: So, 6799 perfectly simulates reality, right? Down to every last detail.
O5-4: We are familiar with the abilities of SCP-6799, yes.
O5-2: And it does this an infinite amount of times, right? Simulations that simulate itself?
O5-1: Where are you going with this, two?
O5-2: So… imagine a tower with an infinite amount of floors. Each floor is the simulation of an SCP-6799 on the floor right above it, with the top floor having nothing above it. Other than that, all floors are identical.
O5-6: Yeah. What are you saying?
O5-2: How… do we know that we're on the top floor?
[All members of the O5 Council are silent.]
Closing Statement: In the interests of preventing a ZK Class End of Reality scenario, SCP-6799 is to remain operational indefinitely.
Where those who are lost may find themselves
—The entry sign to Nowhere.
Site Director Elizabeth Ardale had had a rough morning.
Male student talks with roommate about nowhere. roommate is from here.
Female apprentice talks with her mentor about the work they are beginning again today.
Male student and roommate find that they will be late to orientation due to a scheduling error.
Dr. Lizard begins orientation.
The anomalous item that the apprentice is working with turns out to be more complicated than thought. Danger begins brewing.
Dr. Lizard is speaking as a big thing goes wrong. She becomes frustrated.
Male student is running, now from a giant monster.
Female apprentice determines how to fix it and does as security personnel work to hold back giant monster.
Female apprentice walks in and explains the situation to Dr. Lizard. She is understanding. Female student apologizes and directly uses "Dr. Lizard". Dr. Lizard becomes frustrated again knowing that her nickname is now known to all the new students, confirmed as the male student runs in and apologizes, calling her Dr. Lizard.
