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Page Type: SCP Article detailing an anomalous circumstance followed by the ensuing report.
Genre (Optional): Action, with minor aspects of horror following an incident log.
Page Layout (Optional): Well managed, with usage of the supplied formatting methods.
Elevator Pitch: Telepathically controlled hair that is indestructible.
Central Narrative: A man who goes from an office to a mobile task force squad in the matter of a month.
Hook/Attention-Grabber: Do you cut your hair?
Additional Notes: My brother is my inspiration for this, and I can only hope it is good enough to make the cut.
The Titanium Hair
Item #: SCP-5350
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures:
SCP-5350 is currently not in permanent containment, as SCP-5350 is an active member of the mobile task force Omega 7.
When the task force is not active, SCP-5350 remains in the squad’s quarters, guarded by a minimum of two (2) armed agents within 20 meters of the quarters, with Level 2 clearance or higher. These quarters are located at several sites for relocation purposes of the Omega 7 squad, including site [REDACTED], and site [REDACTED] where current experimentation is taking place. The quarters are not locked, as the SCP henceforth known as The Titanium Hair is directly controlled by SCP-5350-1, henceforth known as Adam.
Description: The SCP, known to the foundation and permitted personnel as The Titanium Hair, is head hair, reaching 30 meters in length. The hair is solid black and has a wavy curl to it when not being controlled by SCP-5350-1, or Adam. The hair when not in active use anomalously floats in the air surrounding Adam, as if he is underwater. When in direct use by Adam, the hair moves in any way and takes any shape Adam prefers, his method of controlling the hair is unknown even to him. He stated to researchers conducting experimentation on the anomaly that he simply feels how he wishes the hair to form, and it complies 100% of the time.
For information on experimentation and testing, refer to experiment reports listing SCP-5350-E-1 to SCP-5350-E-5.
Reference: The following data is from a journal log, written by Dr. [REDACTED] following the discovery of The Titanium Hair. Documents entailed have been converted to audio files, narrated by the Dr. himself for ease of access to others studying the anomaly.
Date, 1/15/20[REDACTED]
Subject: What have we done?
Yesterday, an anomaly was spotted by an undercover agent in [REDACTED], Virginia. He called the foundation immediately and containment teams reported to the area. The anomaly involves an average man of decent build whom was spotted in a barber shop arguing with the salon employee meant to cut his hair. The agent described overhearing the argument through an open window outside the shop before entering and laying eyes on the situation. According to eyewitness of the agent, the barber was making an attempt to cut through the anomaly’s hair to no avail, several broken pairs of scissors and electronic razors laid on the ground beneath them. I’ve written down a loose transcript of what the agent heard:
(SCP-5350-1) –
“PLEASE. I’m fucking BEGGING you John just figure something out. It was like three inches long last night, I can’t fuckin’ STAND it man. I’m about to lose my god damned job over this shit.”
([REDACTED]) –
“Listen, Adam. You’ve been coming here for years, and we’ve never had this issue before. I don’t know what kind of twisted products you’ve been putting in this, but I swear to God nothing I’m using will even break one damn strand. I’m sorry buddy, but I’m gonna have to ask you to get the hell out. I’ll bill you for the damages.”
The agent told us he noticed that every time the barber attempted to make a new cut the hair seemed to become slightly longer. Upon interaction with the SCP by containment teams, the man was quoted of saying, “Welp, I don’t see how this situation could get any weirder or worse, just take me then.” And complying with containment protocol. Naturally, when they brought the anomalous man in, we began testing. Upon inspection, the hair was no longer than two meters at the longest point, and the feeling of it to the bare hand was a silky smooth. We questioned the subject on his experience, and he told us that, and I quote “I woke up this morning and looked in the mirror, my hair was noticeably longer than it had been when I went to bed, so I went to work, got chewed out by my limp dick boss about it, and went to the shop. Now I’m wherever the hell I am with you.”
Our initial plan was to run one test before the day was over, we wanted to see if anything could cut the hair. We began by testing the claims as given by the aforementioned agent, by using scissors and other conventional methods of cutting hair. As expected, all instruments broke under enough pressure against the hair. We began to think outside the box, using larger tools and sharper instruments such as knives, swords, drills, saws, and at one point we used a laser. None of the items worked, and each attempt added approximately 8 to 10 centimeters to the hair. Well, that was until we fired the laser at it, when we did that it started growing at a rapid rate from at this point roughly 3.5 meters, settling at an exact measure of 30 meters, and began floating ominously in the air above the subject’s head. As it grew, the subject began writhing in pain and screaming, lashing at researchers, alerting the guards outside the door. I demanded they stand down, as previous testing showed we were able to harm the man as any other normal human, and one of the guards deliberately disobeyed me, lifting his gun to point at the man’s chest area. As soon as the red dot laser sight focused on the area where his heart would be, the hair lashed at unfathomable speeds towards the guard, cutting him clean in half from the top of his head to his groin. We escaped containment without further incident and called it a day after securing a pressurized containment making sure that there was no point at which any hair could get through. I lay in my office cot at the moment pondering if we have made a mistake. One can only hope the man will cooperate further; I would hate to see him terminated.
Date, 1/16/20[REDACTED]
Subject: Thank God he’s not pissed.
We made contact with the subject again today, he seemed well rested, and at this point entirely apathetic to his situation once more. He allowed us to perform more tests to cut the hair, they did not produce any cuts however the hair seems to have stopped growing.
Researchers have told me that before I came in, the subject became comfortable with his surroundings, and revealed his true personality – a sarcastic asshole in his early twenties. When I asked the subject, who asked me to call him Adam, to explain how he moved his hair yesterday when he terminated the guard he explained that he does not know and when instructed to try again he seemed to focus for a moment and was unable to produce any results. We ended testing for the day, and I returned to my quarters to gather my thoughts.
The following audio log is an interview with SCP-5350-1 and Dr. [REDACTED].
Interview log 5350-1-A:
{Begin log.}
(Dr.) –
“Hello Adam, how are you feeling today?”
(Adam) –
“Fine I guess, would be a lot better if you’d feed me, I’m fuckin starving.”
(Dr.) –
“Ah yes! Where are my manners? I apologize, I will have the staff bring you a meal as soon as possible.”
(Adam) –
“Am I allowed to make any requests, or do I have to eat that shit I’ve seen the lab coats chowing down on right in front of me?”
(Dr.) –
“Unfortunately that ‘shit’ is all we have been provided at this facility for the time being, I cannot go into detail as to why, but I assure you it does not taste how it looks.”
(Adam) –
“I hope you’re right, cause it looks like vomit and if it tastes like it too it’s going right in your lap.”
(Dr.) –
“Trust me, you’ll like it. Anyways, let’s get to the topic at hand, shall we? I want to reiterate my question from a few days ago, how did you move your hair so quickly to defend yourself against the attack from that guard?”
(Adam) –
“I already told you once dude I don’t know. When the damned hair started spouting out of my head it burned like a motherfucker, and when I looked over towards that bastard with the Kevlar on pointing his gun at me I panicked and next thing I knew the poor shit stain was in two pieces on the ground. Gonna be hard to forget the smell of his blood and bile all over the place.”
(Dr.) –
“Well, that tells me all I need to know for now, you may return to containment.”
(Adam) –
“I have cooperated with you people for almost a week now, all you’ve done for the past four days is try to cut my hair and ask me to do something with it. When can I fucking LEAVE?”
{The subject slams his fist down on the table between them, alarming the Dr. who then patiently waits in silence for the subject to calm down, sigh, get up, and leave with the guards.}
{End log.}
Incident log SCP-5350-1
In the proceeding two weeks, the subject is left alone in his containment chamber. He is often seen stroking his hair between his fingers, pacing the room, swatting floating hair away from his face, and cursing at the cameras. On day 7 of week 2, the subject is seen sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, with his eyes closed and in a focused state. After approximately 5 minutes, the hair begins to slowly swirl around the center of the room into a ball, with a length stemming from his roots to the center of the room. He then opens his eyes, shouts with glee, and uses the ball to begin smashing the door to his containment cell out. After seven consecutive slams, the door is seen flying from the hinges open, and the subject is seen sprinting out.
The proceeding audio/video log was collected from a deceased guard’s on helmet camera display, roughly 8 minutes before the end of the incident.
{Begin log.}
(Agent A) –
“What the fuck was that noise? You hear that, [REDACTED]?”
(Agent B) –
“Sounded like an explosion and then metal smacking the ground. We better check it out, could have a containment breach on our hands. Wonder which one of the bastards got out this time, with any luck it was just 096, get your blindfold ready in case we hear screaming. Came from the [REDACTED] wing, let’s head out.”
{Several minutes of radio silence and running are seen and heard, down several different corridors and through a few doors, before the two enter the [REDACTED] wing and begin a routine sweep.}
{The camera picks up a rhythmic shattering noise coming from the corridor on the left of Agent A, who then hand motions to Agent B to stop, and peeks the corner. The camera catches SCP-5350 walking in the opposite direction of the agents, using lengths of his hair to smash each light he passes under as he walks, with inactive hair floating behind him shrouded in darkness.}
(Agent A) – *whispering*
“We got a breach in wing [REDACTED], it looks to be SCP-5350, there’s a few dead D class to my left and he’s currently southbound on my right at corridor [REDACTED]. Permission to engage?”
{A crackle of radio feedback can be heard, the agent motions to Agent B and the two begin silently pursuing the subject. The subject stops as footsteps grow nearer, and the hair can be seen wrapping itself around his body, forming an airtight armor. The subject turns around to face the agents with slits only small enough to see through over his eyes.}
(Adam) –
“Listen boys, I can’t fucking take it being in that cell anymore, and I don’t care what it is, but I gotta do anything other than that. I’ll go with you wherever the fuck you want if I’m promised that I’ll do something at least useful. But I’ll warn you right now, take one more step at me or lift that gun another inch and I’ll take your head off before you can even blink.”
(Agent A) –
“SCP-5350, RETURN TO YOUR CELL NOW. REFUSAL TO COOPERATE IS GROUNDS FOR TERMINATION. I WILL FIRE IF YOU DON’T COME CALMLY AND QUIETLY RIGHT NOW.”
(Agent B) –
“Come on dude you’ve heard what this freak can do, don’t test him, just radio in to control and let’s be done with this.”
(Agent A) –
“I’LL TELL YOU ONE MORE TIME MOTHERFUCKER, COME WITH US BACK TO YOUR CELL.”
{Adam can be seen clearly standing, unmoving. The agent lifts his gun approximately 0.5 centimeters before a loud lashing noise can be heard and the camera falls to the ground, proceeded by a headless body which lands to the right of the camera. Adam’s feet can be seen, and the camera is lifted into the air by what is assumed to be The Titanium Hair and hurled down the hallway. Transmission terminates as it impacts a wall.}
{End log.}
Following incident SCP-5350-1, agent [REDACTED] agrees to the SCPs demand, radioing the proposition to control who then instructs the agent to bring the SCP to a secondary containment room and await further instruction. The SCP is noted to not release his hair from the armor formation he has created through the entire process, maintaining a visual described by the agent as “a solid black figure, with his hair moving constantly around him aside from his eyes, which are creepily visible under the thinly spaced hair”. After approximately twenty (20) minutes, the door to the chamber opens, and 05-[REDACTED] enters the room. The following audio interview was recorded for record keeping purposes and is held in the headquarters site [REDACTED].
{Begin log.}
(05) –
“*sigh* Okay Adam, I think it’s best you don’t know who I am. This is going to stay between us for now, understood?”
(Adam) –
“You obviously look like a hot shot around here, definitely not gonna fuck with you.”
(05) –
“Alright. Now that I think about it, your personality reminds me of someone else I know. I’ll cut to the chase, because this is VERY low on the list of things I need to get done today. You are being relocated under my command immediately.”
(Adam) –
“Christ, finally. It’s been fuckin' hell in here. Mind if I ask where I’m going, please don’t tell me it’s a different cell to rot in until I die.”
(05) –
“No, I watched that helmet recording of your little incident before I came in here, that would be a waste. I’m going to assign you to task force Omega 7, under the command of another SCP that I don’t think you’ll get along with. I will warn you though, Adam. If you fuck this up, you WILL be terminated. Do you understand?”
(Adam) –
“I get the gist. Tell me where to go and I’ll go.”
{The 05 stands from his chair, takes a deep breath, lights a cigarette, and waves to the guard before exiting the room. SCP-5350 is taken out of the room and loaded into a helicopter, bound for site [REDACTED] where the Omega 7 team is being briefed for a mission.}
{End log.}
Proceeding the relocation of SCP-5350, Adam is thrown directly into a mission with the Omega 7 team. When introduced to Abel, both shrug and begin operation [REDACTED].
During the operation,
[DATA EXPUNGED]
SCP-5350 has been noted to have honed his anomalous abilities over time and has been recorded to turn his hair into blade like appendages surpassing his arm length, legs the shape of that of an ostrich thus increasing his speed considerably, and makeshift containment cells to contain other SCPs in for relocation to a chamber.
The following audio log was taken from Abel’s neck brace after an incident between him and Adam during routine training exercises.
{Begin log}
(Abel) –
“Hey Adam, we haven’t really talked yet. What’s your deal?”
(Adam) –
“What does it matter, I’m fuckin’ here aren’t I?”
(Abel) –
“I like your spunk, kid. I think I’m gonna take you for a spin!”
{Abel is then heard taking a sword out of the sheathe on his back, and lunging at Adam, who recoils and can then be heard by the sound of moving hair to be immediately entering armored battle stance.}
{The ensuing fight is recorded from a camera posted above the training area, after initial engagement, all other members of the Omega 7 squad step to the sidelines and begin jeering at the two. Shortly after Adam covers his body in hair, he lashes out at Abel with immense force. Abel blocks the attack with his sword, shattering it, and the impact knocks the rest of the squad onto their backs. Abel laughs audibly, and charges Adam in a flash the camera is unable to pick up. Adam blocks the attack by holding his covered arms above his face, and the impact only moves him approximately six meters back. Adam then retaliates by lashing at Abel again, this time at his head. However, the initial lash was only meant as a distraction, as another length of bound hair strikes Abel’s left knee, cutting the lower half of his leg clean off. This seems to anger Abel, who then begins volleying Adam with knives and physical attacks at speeds once again unable to be captured on camera. All of the attacks seem to have little to no effect, other than to wear down on Adam. Abel retracts for a moment, shouts expletives at Adam, and launches his dismembered lower leg at him with enough force to knock Adam over. Abel then attacks viciously once again, this time slower and visible as he seems to become exhausted. Adam hurls Abel off of him and descends upon him from the air as his arms visibly become blades of hair. Adam is then seen cutting Abel in quick successive slices that are blurs to the camera yet leave visible marks and blood splashes in Abel’s torso. Abel kicks Adam off with his remaining leg and grabs a hold of a steel support rod in the fence surrounding the training area. By this time, all other members of the squad have evacuated the scene for their own safety. Abel rips the rod out of place and tosses it into the air, catching it in the form of a spear. He then throws it at Adam, connecting in the middle of Adam’s chest and crumpling like a bullet fired at a titanium wall. The now metal disk slaps the sand beneath Adam as he reaches out to grab his chest, obviously winded by the impact. Abel uses the opportunity to attack, but the hair seems to react almost on its own to decapitate Abel as he is midair. The fight concludes, and Adam can be seen on his knees breathing heavily beside Abel’s now rapidly decomposing corpse with his hair sagging lightly around his arms and torso.}
This incident did not lead to further complications with the two SCPs, in fact, after Abel was resurrected, he was seen patting Adam on the back and the two drank an immeasurable amount of beer in the common area of the site together afterward.
{End log.}
This file is dedicated to my brother, Adam, who came up with the idea on a car ride to university one day. All credit for the anomalous abilities, certain activities, and description of SCP-5350 goes to him, I simply brought it to life and gave it his name.
