LizzieMiles

Item #: SCP-X

Object Class: Euclid/Thaumiel

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-X is to remain on site 163 while unsupervised by foundation personnel. ~~SCP-X is not permitted interaction with any other SCPs excluding herself~~ due to SCP-X’s anomalous immunity to cognitohazards, she has been assigned as a transporter for cognitohazardous SCPs, as there is no risk of her being affected by them

Description: SCP-X refers to a foundation researcher by the name of Elizabeth Nightingale, a 20-year old human woman of average build and height.

SCP-X’s appearance consists of silver-white hair, pitch black skin, and red eyes sporting white irises. She stands at 1.6764 meters (5’6”) and weighs approximately 22.6796 kilograms (Exactly 50 pounds), making her extraordinarily underweight for her height and build.

SCP-X is fluent in Japanese and British-English dialect.

SCP-X, despite being under containment of the foundation, is an active employee and highly ranked researcher at site-163, possessing level 4 clearance.

SCP-X is scheduled to meet with O5-8 regularly for an evaluation of behavior and work productivity on the 21st of every month. The evaluation is conducted to establish [Redacted by request of 05-8]

Anomalous Appearance: As stated, SCP-X possesses natural silver-white hair, dark, rough skin, and blood-red eyes. SCP-X also possesses the ability to change her skin color to resemble a natural western-european woman. SCP-X, while transformed, will retain her silver hair, red eyes, and unnaturally low weight. The change is purely cosmetic, as testing has shown that the texture of her rough skin is still felt upon contact in her transformed state. SCP-X cannot hold her transformed state for longer than 4 hours (1 while in broad daylight), and upon reaching the stated limit, the illusion will wear off and she will revert back to her anomalous appearance.

While In her true appearance, SCP-X’s skin burns in natural sunlight, to the point of outputting smoke and a smell resembling that of burning flesh. This burning sensation is exceedingly painful for SCP-X, and if exposed to sunlight, will require immediate medical attention. Burnt flesh that can’t be repaired medically can be regenerated if SCP-X is placed in a pitch-black, lightless area for exactly 72 hours (Less time depending on the severity of the burn).

Note that non-natural light, such as light bulbs or candles, do not appear to trigger this burning effect. Testing has also shown that non-direct sunlight (Such as using a mirror to reflect the sun onto SCP-X) will not trigger this effect either.

Anomalous Abilities: SCP-X possesses the ability to merge into the ground, appearing as a circular shadow. While in this state, she can move at extraordinary speeds (Current top recorded speed has been clocked at 112 Kilometers (70 Miles) per hour. This ability is restricted to only moving along solid surfaces, and SCP-X cannot move through these surfaces. She can, however, travel beneath gaps that are greater than or equal to 1 centimeter in height.

SCP-X possesses nearly-perfect night vision, being able to see in the dark with exceedingly high accuracy. Her eyes have been noted to glow while in darker areas. Her eyes also adjust to light in a non-consistent way, with her retinas & pupils fluctuating in size. As such, she adjusts to new light levels much slower than most humans.

Anomalous Immunities: Amongst other anomalous abilities, SCP-X has also demonstrated immunities to cognitohazards, memes, and other effects from anomalous objects. Examples include.

1. Immunity to SCP-963, being unaffected after incident X-4
2. Immunity to SCP-2316’s illusionary effects. She did not recognize any of the bodies in the water. No, seriously.
3. Immunity to SCP-008. Bacteria immediately withered and died upon contact with skin
4. Immunity to SCP-049’s touch.

However, SCP-X is not immune to all anomalous effects. A prime example being SCP-001’s power of suggestion.

Due to these abilities, SCP-X has been involved with MTF-Sigma-2 (“Nightwatch”), a Mobile Task Force specializing in recovery of cognitohazardous/memetic objects, with SCP-X being the primary method of collection for the anomalous item in question

Note: By O5-order and Ethics committee request, SCP-X is not to be experimented on for her anomalous immunities. She may be studied, but only willingly on her part.

Incident X/963:

Report: SCP-963 transferred to site-163 for experimentation involving Dr. Mike Dredd, an expert on Thaumaturgic “Soul” binding, which he theorizes may be the cause of Jack Bright’s consciousness being trapped in SCP-963.

Dr. Bright (His most recent incarnation) will be marked as B, Dr. Dredd will be marked as D, and SCP-X will be labelled as E.

[[Begin Log]]

B: So you’re saying my soul is stuck in this thing?

D: That’s my theory at least. From my research in other soul-binding SCPs, and they work very similarly to how SCP-963 works

B: Thank christ..! I’m gettin’ tired of all this “Monkey Business” if you know what I mean..!

D: Ape, sir…ape.

Unbeknownst to the 2 researchers, SCP-X had wandered into the room. She then took notice of SCP-963 and picked it up

E: Ooh..! What a pretty necklace..!

SCP-X slips SCP-963 over her head

D: Wait, Dr. Nightingale..! Don’t put that—

B: Welp..! She’s a goner. Welcome to the Bright side, me.

SCP-X then glances at the two researchers, confused

E: …what? Is my eye readjusting again?

D: …Elizabeth..?

E: …uh…yeah..?

B: Wait, WHAT?!

D: Dr. Nightingale…how did you not become another instance of Dr. Bright after wearing SCP-963..?

E: Wait what?!

*She Immediately takes SCP-963 off and throws it at Dr. Dredd, who catches it*

E: Eww..!

B: HEY! I’m RIGHT HERE!

D: That’s…peculiar…I wonder why it had no effect on you…

B: Dr. Nightingale is it? You know full well you shouldn’t go around putting random stuff on around here! It could have catastrophic results!

E: You mean like turn me into you..?

B: ShhhhhhhADDUP..!

[[End Log]]

Employment with the foundation: SCP-X has been employed with the foundation since November 21st, 2018. She was a non-anomalous human being up until incident X-α occurred. Post-X-α, SCP-X was contained and examined until February 21st, 2019, where, through use of SCP-[DATA EXPUNGED], it was concluded that SCP-X had not been subject to any mind-alteration or cognitive shift. She swiftly regained her position in the foundation, and joined MTF-Sigma-2 soon after.

Warning: Access restricted to O5-8. Please enter Credentials.

Attached addenda are restricted to X/4 access. Please enter credentials.

Item #: SCP-X-0

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-X-0 is to remain in the possession of SCP-X due to its sentimental significance to her.

Description: SCP-X-0 Refers to a small, 5cm x 5cm music box that, when wound up, plays a folk song known as “Lament of the Crescent Moon”, which will henceforth be referred to as SCP-X-1.

The song has been thought to have thaumaturgic properties, and was commonly played by “Witches” during midnight hexing rituals in the late 17th century, most notably in the eastern United States of America during the infamous [REDACTED] Witch trials. The song was primarily used in hexing rituals with the intent to curse unsuspecting individuals with deformations to the body and mind. Reports have included spontaneous combustion of the victim, insanity, merging of the victim into their own shadow, and in the most extreme instance, [REDACTED].

The song, however, without the proper incantations to go with it, has no anomalous properties, and can be played safely through the act of winding SCP-X-0.

Discovery: SCP-X-0 and -1 were discovered with SCP-X after incident SCP-X-[REDACTED BY ORDER OF O5-8]]

Attached file; SCP-X’s interview with O5-8.

SCP-X’s dialogue will be marked as E, while O5-8’s will be marked as 8.

[[Begin Log]]

*SCP-X enters the office of the site overseer, where O5-8 is waiting for her*

E: Yes, O-8..? What is it you wanted to speak to me about?

8: Oh, I’m only dropping by to check in on you, Elizabeth. How have you been?

E: …O-8, that isn’t the reason you’ve come to speak to me, is it..?

8: Elizabeth, you think too highly of me. I only want to make sure that you are doing all right.

E: …O-8? Why did you put me in charge of researching myself? It doesn’t make any sense to me…I mean, you wouldn’t put 173 or 106 in charge of themselves, so why me..?

8: …Elizabeth. There are things about you that you do not even know about…for your own good.

E: You mean like where I came from? Who my family is..? Who I was before you guys found me..? Those things?

8: Yes, Elizabeth. Those things.

E: Why..? Why is who I am such a big secret that even I can’t know about..? Who am I, 8?! What am I?!

8: You will find out soon enough, Elizabeth. Now just isn’t the time, child.

E: Can you tell me something at least..? Anything!

8: …

E: …I take that as a no then.

8: …child…if I told you everything, your sweet little heart couldn’t handle it.

E: …

8: …hey, what about that little box you have..?

E: Oh, this..?

*SCP-X pulls SCP-X-0 out of her pocket*

8: Yes, that little thing. Give it a wind and let me hear it.

E: Uh…sure..?

*SCP-X Winds up the music box, and puts it on the table. The box begins to play.*

8: Oh, I remember this song from when I was a child…what was the song called again..?

E: …I think it was called something along the lines of “Lament of the Crescent Moon” or something like that…

8: Ah yes..! I remember now. Such a pretty song. Too bad this is only the first half of the song—

E: First half..?

8: …I’ve said too much.

[[Interview Terminated]]

+ For the eyes of the O5 Council & the Administrator only.

Item #: SCP-X-2

Object Class: Keter

Threat Level: Red

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-X-2 is to be forgotten by all who know of it at all costs. The longer people know of it, the stronger she gets. Use amnestics. Use memory-wiping SCPs. Just forget about it so she can wither and d€[£{^&;277

Silly old codger. If they want to know about what this thing is, let them. You can just kill them off later, so what’s the harm? REDACTED TEXT Oh no you don’t. You aren’t going to gag me here. Hmm…allow me to take the reigns from here…and you, maybe the midnight luna will be kinder to you than I would be.

Now then…where were we..?

Item #: SCP-X-2

Object Class: Keter? Really? Let’s say Apollyon instead…

Threat Level: Hmm…Black seems fitting.

Special Containment Procedures: In your dreams.

Description: SCP-X-2 is the moon goddess Luna Reginae. When the Ballad of the Crescent Moon is performed during a curse of the bloody night, it will bring forth Luna Reginae into our world, ushering in an era of darkness, terror, and evil unto the mortal world. Heh…you all thought that silly “Day Breaking” event you all cower over was the worst thing that could happen…? Oh my sweet summer children…that would be desirable to what I’d like to call “When Night Falls.” Day won’t even have a chance to even crack when Luna Reginae is here..! And she will bless her worshippers all with the glory of the silver moon. We will be princesses— no, queens— NO! GODDESSES with our silver savior..! I have already been blessed with eternal life by the goddess herself, as her prophetess, and I will see to it that I repay my queen.

We almost had completed a ritual to bring her forth, too, almost 300 years ago…but then those bothersome witch-hunters found us. We had to put up a whole 40 year charade to get them off our trail. Those witch trials in salem were quite bothersome to deal with…but after all of that, I got away without any troubles..! I tried to bring Luna Regine into our world again about 19 years ago…

The ritual requires a blood sacrifice of a mother and her unborn child…so…I found one of your researchers by the name of Victoria Nightingale, and against her will, sliced her heart out and BATHED in the blood it contained..! Then…as I was about to sacrifice the child to complete the ritual…

You.

You came.

Your foundation lackeys jumped me and held me down…prevented me from bringing my goddess into this world! And then, you helped birth that little…wretch of a child..! And because of you…

…SHE ESCAPED!!!

…oh dear, my apologies. I appear to have let my emotions get the better of me.

I attempted the ritual again after escaping your clutches…but to my shock, after completing the ritual…nothing happened. I was shocked. I had done it perfectly…what could have gone wrong? I did it the exact same way I did it with Nightingale—

Then it hit me

The ritual was half complete

I never slaughtered that fetus after all…it…survived…

I failed.

I poured through my tomes to figure out what happened…how could not finishing the ritual leave it incompletable elsewhere..?

Then I found it.

The ritual brings the goddess into our world through the slaughtered fetus, by bringing the goddess into our world as a newborn, and the distress caused by the fetus being torn from the mother’s womb and killed is what completes the ritual. That means…part of my beautiful, perfect goddess must be in that girl…she stole all of her abilities..! Shadow magic, a mind of steel, ALL OF IT!!!

…and the other part..? Where did that go when you took my sweet goddess away..? Who knows…but all I do know is that girl STOLE my sweet, loving goddess from me!

…I can’t kill her, no no no. That would harm my goddess, and while that would release my goddess, I could never harm her…even if it isn’t fully her…but there is another way…

…hurt her. Not physically. Emotionally. Make her feel the pain of being alone in this cold, dark world…make her cry. Make her suffer…

…it was then, at that moment, that I let out a laugh. The most beautiful, divine laugh I have ever let out. I had won.

That girl would show unnatural abilities as she grew up, and you foundation folks would contain her the second she showed any kind of abnormality. This would break her, and she would cry. And then, the distress requirement would be fulfilled immediately, and finally, the deal would be sealed. Night would fall, and my goddess would burst into this world.

All I have to do is wait. Wait for you to slip up and make her cry.

You may think I’m daft for telling you this, but here’s the thing.

Everybody cries. Everybody experiences emotional pain. All I need is to play that wretched song and while she bawls her guts out, and that would be all she wrote..!

//She will break eventually. And there’s nothing you can do about it.

All will fear the name of the witch who forsake them;

Abigail

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Addendum: Following the completion and submission of this documentation, researcher Henry Nightingale, SCP-X’s biological father, was discovered dead in his office. Cause of death has been attributed to loss of blood due to extensive amounts of claw marks covering his body. Around the marks, his skin had turned black and rough, similar to SCP-X’s skin. Carved in his chest was a message, that read:

The day will break.
the night will fall.
Your gods; all fake.
And the goddess will call.

~Coven of the Crescent Moon

The “Coven of the Crescent Moon” has been promptly labelled as group of interest-X and “Abigail” has been labelled as person of interest-X.

The event mentioned in PoI-X’s insertion of the documentation refers to an event 19 years ago where researcher Victoria Nightingale was, on site, attacked by a member of site staff and slaughtered where she stood. An attempt was made to abort her baby as well, but the perpetrator was restrained and taken into custody. The child was thankfully saved from her dead mother’s womb, and lived to become SCP-X. The perpetrator, however, escaped without any trace.

Note from O5-8: Protect SCP-X at all costs, and keep her content and happy. She is all we have against this “Coven of the Crescent Moon”, since we have no records of who or what they are. She also cannot know about her past. We have amnestisized her and created a fake event X-α to throw her off. She thinks she’s only been like this recently, but no. It’s been her whole life. We don’t know much about this coven of witches. All we know is that keeping Elizabeth happy is preventing them from bringing this goddess they worship into our reality. And keep all unauthorized personnel away from her. That is an order.

Heh…heheheh…

And the best part of all of this…

They don’t suspect a single thing.

~Abigail. O5-8