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Marcus, the One True Dog

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Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Thaumiel

Threat Level: ●Blue

Special Containment Procedures
Currently no procedures exist that can reliably contain SCP-XXXX. In the event of a containment breach, a team containing a person with whom SCP-XXXX maintains an amicable relationship should be dispatched for retrieval. Retrieval procedures as follows: Favored team member is to approach SCP-XXXX and call to him using his given name: “Marcus”. Gentle verbal coaxing is usually all that is necessary for SCP-XXXX to become compliant, although a fragrant treat consisting of cheese or honey baked ham will often help facilitate this process. A firm voice may be used to add emphasis to commands, however under absolutely no circumstances should a staff member threaten SCP-XXXX with harm.

SCP-XXXX is equipped with a collar possessing a GPS tracker. The tag on the collar has his name, and a telephone number that contacts a foundation staff member assigned with SCP-XXXX’s care.

SCP-XXXX is to be allowed to roam the common areas of Site 19. If SCP-XXXX enters any restricted or dangerous areas, he is to be asked politely but firmly to return to the common areas. Staff are encouraged to maintain a positive, amicable relationship with the entity, but discouraged from further interaction with SCP-XXXX if it displays avoidant behaviors.

SCP-XXXX is to undergo standard obedience training on tuesdays and fridays of every week by a staff member with experience with canine training, and also receive further training in tactical awareness in conjunction with mobile task force “Sneaky Beagles”. Treats, encouragement, and non-aggressive, non-physical discipline are authorized during this time. It has been observed that SCP-XXXX will accept a very soft tap with the tip of one’s fingers upon the nose, and will also accept a gentle scolding, but reactions from SCP-XXXX to any threat more significant than that is largely unpredictable, poorly documented, and is not recommended under any circumstances, including testing and study.

Additionally, SCP-XXXX may never be fed spicy foods of any kind following incident XXXX-C. Persons found in violation of this belong in the deepest pits of hell will face harsh disciplinary action per order of supervisor Clements.

Description
SCP-XXXX is a entity bearing the resemblance of a large breed canine. While SCP-XXXX does not appear to belong to any specific breed, it most closely resembles the Australian dingo, Canis familiaris dingo. SCP-XXXX is significantly larger than is typical for this breed, with a shoulder height of 90.17 centimeters and a weight of 103 kilograms.

SCP-XXXX has been observed to understand spoken commands and short sentences in English, German, Spanish, Cantonese, Korean, and even hand signals given in American Sign Language, as well as any specific hand signals he’s been trained to follow. SCP-XXXX will generally attempt to follow instructions, depending upon the temperment of given commands and upon the nature of the relationship between the entity and the person delivering commands.

SCP XXXX appears to require sleep, and will generally sleep during the night unless otherwise awoken, and will wake during the day. The entity is actively attention seeking, and will seek out humans to spend time with if not otherwise engaged. SCP XXXX has been observed to thrive on a diet of standard commercially available dog food, requiring at least as much as what would be expected for a dog of his size and weight. SCP has a preference for fresh meat and any foods humans are witnessed to be eating in it’s presence. SCP has been observed begging but personnel are discouraged absolutely forbidden to feed it spicy foods following recent revelations following incident XXXX-C.

SCP-XXXX seems to possess the intellect of an especially intelligent dog, but testing has revealed an inability to process situations involving complicated reasoning, and if given such tasks is prone to become frustrated. SCP XXXX seems to possess the attention span of an ordinary dog, and seems to share similar immediate concerns. SCP XXXX has demonstrated an ability to read, with an expansive vocabulary, and testing has revealed a basic knowledge of words whose actual meaning is too complex for him to understand. Examples include “Electromagnetism” and “Sociopolitical”. Any deeper probing of SCP-XXXX’s understanding of his vocabulary has resulted in frustrated, avoidant behavior. SCP-XXXX has been observed to not be able to see the difference between the colors green, yellow, and red, but instead has demonstrated the ability to smell the difference between them.

Addendum 1: Prior History
Incident XXXX-B
SCP-XXXX and an adolescent female humanoid dubbed SCP-XXXX-A-1 were first discovered and taken into police custody on January 3rd, 20** at 2230, on the highway south of the city of , Wyoming, following incident XXXX-B. (See attached police report.) Foundation agents responded to the incident, retrieved SCP-XXXX and SCP-XXXX-A, and administered amnestics to officers ** and **, as well as **, reporter for the **.

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(Report on incident XXXX-B. Information pertaining to the origins of SCP-XXXX beyond those detailed on incident XXXX-B have been sealed per order O5-XXXX-1)

Addendum 3: Incident report XXXX-B
Interview with Officer XXXX on incident XXXX-B

Interviewee: Officer XXXX
Interviewer: Agent Kurzweil.

Agent Kurzweil: Please. Again. From the beginning, tell me what happened. Leave nothing out.

Officer XXXX:
Well, I received a call over the radio for a vehicular accident on highway XX mile marker XX. Upon arrival, I was joined by officers XXXX and XXXX shortly thereafter. We discovered what appeared to be the result of a roll-over involving an SUV. Slippery road conditions appear to have been the primary cause. Investigating the area, we found 2 individuals, 1 adult male, 1 adult female deceased, within the vehicle. We also found 1 adolescent female ejected from the vehicle, also deceased upon initial inspection.

The ambulance arrived, and paramedics XXXX and XXXX performed their own inspections and confirmed our findings. The bodies were prepared for transport and loaded into the ambulance. When the ambulance attempted to leave, we encountered a dog sitting in the path of the ambulance.

We attempted to shoo the dog, but it seemed to ignore our commands. I drew my sidearm, just in case the dog turned out to be vicious. It turned to me and snarled. At once I saw that above and behind the dog, and all around me, was [REDACTED] that seemed to stretch in all directions like an infinite ocean. It was as if the dog was [REDACTED] and I was nothing but a mote of dust. I knew at once that [REDACTED], and could feel the dog’s disapproval pressing on me like a great and terrible weight that threatened to crush me. I was nothing…. Or more specifically, I could become nothing in the very next moment if I didn’t submit.

I then heard officers XXXX and XXXX saying they “couldn’t move” and “Oh my god…”

I lowered my sidearm, and felt immediate relief from the paralyzing fear.

The dog turned to look at the ambulance driver, who exited the vehicle. I followed the dog and the driver to the back of the ambulance, where the driver opened the doors, and the paramedics unloaded the adolescent female with an emotionless demeanor and efficiency I would’ve expected from robots. They lowered the wheeled stretcher and stepped back.

It was then that the dog proceeded to approach her face and began licking her, as a dog might lick someone to wake them up, and continued to do so. She began to stir, as if from sleep, and opened her eyes. The grievous nature of her injuries had changed in an instant. All at once, I began to feel as if the previous inspections by myself and the ambulance driver had been wrong all along. She had the top of her skull caved in, but now they were nothing but minor scratches, and the blood, nothing but capillary bleeding. I felt very confused, unable to form words even in my head, for several moments. All of her injuries were now superficial. The dog seemed to lack any interest in the deceased adults.

It was willing to come with us after that.

It was very cooperative, and so I brought the girl and the dog back to the police station. I’ve spoken with the girl. She says her name is “Angel”… or more specifically, that she is *his* angel, refering to the dog.

I am in dire need of a vacation.

Agent Kurzweil: Is that everything?

Officer XXXX: It is.

Agent Kurzweil: Thank you for your cooperation. We’re done here.

End of recording.

Following initial investigation and probationary period, SCP-XXXX was deemed safe and allowed to interact with foundation staff members. The entity is friendly in disposition, and has been observed to develop clear fondness and favoritism towards persons of a similar apparent friendliness.
SCP-XXXX-A-1

A teenage female humanoid entity taken into custody along with SCP-XXXX.
She refers to her herself as “An angel”, but records show her name to be Emily [REDACTED], born April 14th, 20.
The adult male and adult female from incident XXXX-B appear to have been her parents, YonSou
*, A 1st generation Korean immigrant, and his wife, Cara , who herself had parents from ireland, and from Croatia, respectively.
SCP-XXXX-A-1 appears to be a teenage human female, with typically eurasian features. She stands 5’2” and has shoulder length black hair. In the time since incident XXXX-B and her arrival at Site [REDACTED], it has been observed that her roots have now grown in a color which closely matches SCP-XXXX’s fur color.
Update: SCP-XXXX-A-1 was found unresponsive in her holding cell August 18th, 20
, and was pronounced dead at 0748 by on site medical personnel. Autopsy results have been inconclusive. No present satisfactory explanation has been offered for her abrupt expiration.
Addendum 2: Known Properties

Foreword: All experiments designed to further test and discover SCP-XXXX’s remaining unknown anomolous properties are hereby prohibitted by order O5-XXXX-2. All observations involving further properties are to be reported to Supervisor Clements for analysis and cataloging upon a non-networked form of media. Access to these documents are restricted to the O5 Council or to the members of Mobile Task Force “Sneaky Beagles” as required for mission performance.

No changes to this portion of this document may be performed without Level 4 clearance or higher, or by Supervisor Clements under the directives outlined in order O5-XXXX-2.
Note from Supervisor Clements:
It is of special note that Marcus’s anomalous properties are varied and extensive. It is a poor question to ask: “What can he do?” He can exert force at a distance. He can strip rust from a wrench. He can turn a plastic flamingo into a plastic pug. A better question is “What *can’t* he do?” To which I strongly doubt there is a good answer.
Experiment: Scent
SCP-XXXX has been given the task of locating a red object, a small toy truck made of steel, with a red powder paint finish. Object was hidden within the open forested acres north of site 19. SCP-XXXX has never witnessed this object in any way.
Results: SCP-XXXX was asked to locate object the red object within the forest. SCP-XXXX immediately gave three false positives.
*False positive 01: SCP-XXXX gave response signifying red object was inside researcher XXXXX’s pocket. Object turned out to be a credit card.
False positive 02: SCP-XXXX gave a response signifying red object was inside researcher XXXXX’s personal vehicle. Object turned out to be a phone case.
False positive 03: SCP-XXXX gave response signifying red object was inside researcher XXXXX’s body. Object assumed to be XXXXX’s blood and internal organs.
SCP-XXXX has been given instructions to find a “Small, hard, red object, the size of a puppy.” SCP-XXXX appears excited. The entity searches immediate surroundings again. SCP-XXXX told object is far away, somewhere in the forest. SCP-XXXX hesitates, then begins to run into the forest. SCP-XXXX proceeds directly to the location of the red toy truck and has located it beneath a pile of leaves. SCP-XXXX appears to express disappointment upon locating the red toy truck.
Results: SCP appears to be able to smell colors.

Observation: Perception
SCP-XXXX has been observed to be able to perceive any immediate threats to any individual with whom he has developed a bond, and will respond as appropriate in order to ensure their safety. Distance seems not to be a factor in this ability, as SCP-XXXX has responded to threats to favored staff members more than 50 kilometers away. SCP-XXXX leaves containment utilizing non-euclidian forms of movement, demonstrating an awareness of the danger even minutes before any harm would’ve come to the staff member. SCP-XXXX has also been seen to respond to dangerous scenarios involving the children of favored staff members on more than one occasion.

No D-class personnel with which SCP-XXXX has formed a bond maybe scheduled for dangerous testing by order of supervisor Clements.

Observation: Damage Resistance
SCP-XXXX has been observed to possess a resistance to all forms of injury, although it does not possess a similar resistance to associated pain from injuries it normally would’ve received. Experiments probing the depths of this anomalous property are strictly prohibited, as field observations have proven more than sufficient in this regard.

Observation: Movement
SCP-XXXX has been observed running in excess of 135 kilometers per hour. SCP-XXXX has been observed moving in non-euclidian directions in order to bypass barriers, such as walls, floors, and ceilings. SCP-XXXX has demonstrated an uncanny ability to navigate spaces affected by non-euclidean distortion without getting disoriented.
Observation: Healing
SCP-XXXX has demonstrated the ability to heal grievous injury and restore life to the recently deceased through an unknown process. Entity has been observed delivering this effect utilizing no apparent movement besides those associated with affection, such as licking one’s cheek, or nuzzling one’s hand. How, why, or when he chooses to produce this effect is poorly understood. Attempts to make him to produce this property on command have thus far been unsuccessful.

Experiment: intuitive perception of personality

Experiment log, Supervisor Clements. SCP-XXXX, or “Marcus”, seems to have a highly varied, distinct reactions to different people. Noticing that I tend to agree with his assessments of persons, I now hypothesize that his ability to get a read on people is in and of itself another anomalous property that has so far avoided documentation.
I’ve devised an experiment to gauge his reaction to different personality types and possibly shed some light on the extent of any possible anomalous senses he may possess.

Procedure: Marcus is to be in his cell and I will introduce him to various personnel and will record his reactions.

Trial Report 1: Marcus was introduced to one of his favored persons. Results: He has approached them, ears flattened and tail wagging energetically.

Note: Control evaluation has resulted in expected outcome.

Trial Report 2: Next subject; D-00611 is a non-violent criminal offender which has been observed expressing a negative reaction when witnessing human and non-human animals in pain. Subject is polite and amiable. Marcus was introduced to D-00611. Marcus sits upright when D-00611 is introduced to his enclosure. D-00611 at first expresses alarm. Marcus’s tail has begun wagging and he’s approached D-00611 with a non-threatening posture. D-00611 expresses relief and has begun petting Marcus.

Note: Still the expected outcome. It only took him a few seconds to decide he liked her. Interesting.

Trial Report 3: Marcus introduced with a member of D class personnel with a history of belligerent behavior and sociopathic tendencies, including a history of torturing small animals. Marcus sat upright and alert when D- arrived. Marcus has taken a guarded, stiff posture. D-* has immediately begun showing signs of distress and fear. D-** immediately backs up against the far corner of the room and has begun pleading to be let out. Marcus sits alert and unmoving the entire time D-*** is in the room, until test terminated.

Note: Well that really sells it, doesn’t it? It’s hard to gauge just how quickly he came to hate the guy. It seems that Marcus was hostile in the very moment he saw him.

Trial Report 4: D-. Death row inmate convicted of murder, false imprisonment, sexual assault, and causing grievous bodily harm to a minor. Marcus has become alert, sitting up and staring at the door even before the test has begun. He becomes agitated and lets out a low growl, audible to the testing apparatus. D-** introduced to cell. D-* immediately expresses surprise and fear, backing up against the door and refusing to move. Marcus emits a louder growl, and after 38 seconds of staring at the D class, Marcus lets out a loud, piercing bark. D-* covers their head and face defensively with their arms. Marcus lies down on the floor and closes his eyes, expressing no further interest. D-* uncovers his face. D-* expresses surprise and terror, holding up his hands and screaming “No..! Oh god what the fuck?! Get away from me!”
Lacerations begin appearing on D-
’s body and he lets out a brief scream before movement stops 6 seconds later.
SCP-XXXX does not visibly react to this.

Post trial report: Did Marcus just kill him with a bark?! Holy shit, how horrifying, but it couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy, could it? I really wasn’t expecting to lose a D-class on this. I need to pass on these findings.
Observation: Eating habits
SCP-XXXX has been observed to possess the ability to eat things that his internal dimensions and measured jaw size would imply to be impossible. SCP-XXXX appears to have a “Bottomless stomach”. See Experiment log XXXX-C and notes on incident XXXX-D.
Incident XXXX-C
On the morning of December 14th, 2018, beginning at 0700 hours, a statistically elevated number of individuals, including D-class and foundation personnel began reporting severe gastrointestinal distress, with attempts to defecate being characterized as highly irritating, with a powerful burning sensation. After a lengthy and extensive Investigation following the event, the effect has been found to be restricted to persons who had spent time near SCP-XXXX on the evening of december 13th and morning of december 14th.

Further investigation has revealed that during evening chow period, Agent Martinez instructed Marcus to ingest 3 instances of Bhut jolokia, also colloquially known as the Ghost Pepper.

Agent firmly reprimanded.
Experiment XXXX-D
Researcher’s note: The implications of the findings for incident XXXX-D are alarming to say that least. I’ve separated Marcus from the common areas for the duration of this experiment and asked him to remain within the testing area.
Testing materials:
10 D-class personnel spaced in cells of 5 meter increments from testing area XXXX-E.
SCP-XXXX
3 units of blue dye, added to SCP-XXXX’s chow. SCP-XXXX given additional chow.

Results: D-class personnel within 30 meters do not report feelings of hunger, however still maintain a schedule of expected bowel movements. Upon inspection, Blue dye present in excrement of all personnel within 30 meters of SCP-XXXX.

Analysis: The contents of SCP-XXXX’s stomach have made their way into other nearby living creatures. D-class show no adverse reactions.

Experiment XXXX-E
Researcher’s note: Further testing of SCP-XXXX’s anomolous eating habbits and effects. D class personnel housed in cells in similar configuration to experiment XXXX-E.

Control: All D-class persons housed in their cells 3 days prior to testing have shown appropriate, expected levels of hunger.

Special nomenclature: For purposes of this experiment, the term “Ration” refers to to an amount of food sufficient to comfortably support 1 adult male of average weight and physical activity.

Experiment 1>
Day 1> 08:45> SCP-XXXX is given 5 rations. D-class personnel taken off of rations.

Day1> 15:45> D class personnel further than 30 meters away from SCP-XXXX report feeling hungry. Personnel closer than that radius do not.

Day 1 22:45> D-class personnel further than 30 meters away from SCP-XXXX report feeling very hungry. Personnel closer than that radius do not.

Day 2 08:00> D-class personnel further than 30 meters away from SCP-XXXX report feeling famished. Personnel closer than that radius report feeling peckish.

Day 2> 09:00> SCP-XXXX fed 3 rations.

Day 2> 09:15> Personnel closer than 30 meters consisting of 6 D-class persons, when prompted, have reported that they no longer feel hungry. D-class outside of the 30 meter radius continue to report hunger.

Day 2> 20:00> D-class personnel outside 30 meter radius continue to report hunger. Removed from experiment and returned to cells. D-class personnel within 30 meters report feeling peckish. SCP-XXXX fed 3 rations.

Day 2> 20:15> D-class personnel, when prompted, report that the feeling of hunger has subsided.

Day 3> 08:30> SCP-XXXX displays restless behavior. Coaxing proves ineffective in keeping SCP-XXXX within his cell and SCP-XXXX leaves experimental containment utilizing non-euclidian movement. SCP-XXXX found on installation’s outdoor basketball court in the company of 2 members of MTF “Sneaky Beagles”.

SCP-XXXX allowed 3 hours exercise and free time in order to further facilitate testing.

Researcher’s note: I am bargaining with a dog like I would a child.

SCP-XXXX returns to test chamber upon request.

SCP-XXXX fed 14 rations.

SCP-XXXX and the 6 D-class personnel are not hungry for 2 days.

SCP-XXXX fed 21 rations.

SCP-XXXX and the 6 D-class personnel are not hungry for 3 days.

SCP-XXXX unwilling to undergo further testing. Further coaxing proves futile.

End of log.

Experiment XXXX-F
Dr. ** surmises that there must be a hard limit to SCP XXXX's food storage power. 45 bovine specimens are acquisitioned for experiment XXXX-8-C.

"Log: I've set aside SCP XXXX's favored bedding materials within a holding cell deemed more suitable for delivery of several large bovine specimens. SCP XXXX was asked directly by a favored staff member to stay within the confines of the room. The SCP seems a little saddened. Maybe it's his posture or body language, but I observe a feeling as if he's acknowledged the instruction. Staff member exits the holding area. First specimen will be delivered shortly. Due to the low danger involved, constant observation seems unnecessary, but a video will be recording regardless. "

"Log: Bovine delivered. SCP XXXX has approached and inspected the bovine corpse and he has begun chewing on its horns, and biting it's shoulders, tearing away meat. After 13 seconds, I have observed the instruments registering a brief fluctuation in hume levels followed by an accelerated devouring of the bovine by SCP XXXX."

“Log: First specimen gone. 13 minutes, 22 seconds. 2nd specimen will be slaughtered and delivered presently.”

“Log: 2nd Specimen gone. 12 minutes, 44 seconds.”

“Log: 10th specimen gone. 14 minutes, 18 seconds. SCP XXXX seems to be experiencing a noticeable dip in enthusiasm.”

“Log: 18th specimen gone. 16 minutes, 58 seconds. I’ve requested that a favored person visit SCP XXXX in order to raise his mood and help facilitate testing.

-indistinct shouting-

NO! WE’RE GOOD! But thanks! Oh! It’s still recording!”

“Log: SCP XXXX has now begun eating again. Subject now appears distended.”

“Log: I am retiring for the evening. Assistant XXXXX providing relief. I will update the results in the morning.”

“Log: SCP XXXX is now resting. Last specimen devoured at 0248 hours and 55 seconds. If there is a limit to what SCP XXXX can devour, I’m unwilling to acquisition another 45 cows in order to find out. My experimental results are therefore inconclusive.

-Assistant heard- My god, he is shaped like a bean bag.
Dr. XXXX terminating experiment at 0825.”

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photo credit: Obese canine from New Orleans via photopin (license)
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Researcher’s note: SCP-XXXX returned to his normal size and shape after 2 days.
Experiment XXXX-G

Researcher’s note: SCP-XXXX appears to be storing and transferring the contents of his stomach via an unknown mechanism.

Trial 1 planned procedure as follows: We are going to feed SCP-XXXX a radio transmitter and record the results.

Trial 1> SCP-XXXX is given a micro-transmitter wrapped in bacon. Transmitter is protected by an acid resistant shell.
An authorized handler, acting as an assistant, is successful in holding SCP-XXXX and feeding it the transmitter.

Results: Transmitter goes dead after 7 seconds. No further signal detected.

Trial 2 planned procedure as follows: A repeat of previous experiment, except with a miniaturized suite of sensors and cameras.

Trial 2> SCP-XXXX offered sensor suite wrapped in sharp cheddar. Authorized handler on standby, but intervention is ultimately unnecessary. SCP-XXXX swallows the sensor suite.

Results:

Camera feed: The camera tumbles end over end before cutting out. Frame by frame analysis shows 3 distinct points of interest.

1> A fleshy sphincter presumed to be SCP-XXXX’s gullet.

2> A bright spherical object.

3> A visually distorted landscape on one side of the spherical object.

Camera feed indicates that it is approaching the bright spherical object before cutting out.

Atmospheric sensors:
1 atmosphere of pressure. 78% nitrogen. 21% oxygen. Trace levels of other gases similar to that of earth’s atmosphere.

Temperature readings: Sensor suite returns 30 C before sharply climbing. Last reading is 2000C before sensor suite stops transmitting.

Trial 3 planned procedure: A repeat of previous experiment, except with a miniaturized aerial drone.

Trial 3> Wrapping aerial drone in cheese deemed infeasible. SCP-XXXX resists efforts to ingest drone. Handler attempts to get SCP-XXXX to ingest the drone. SCP-XXXX again refuses. Handler attempts to force SCP-XXXX to ingest the drone. (DATA EXPUNGED) *
Handler leaves to receive medical and psychiatric attention.
New handler requested.
New handler explains the procedure to SCP-XXXX. Handler explains the importance of the procedure. Handler explains that SCP-XXXX needs to swallow the drone whole without chewing it.
SCP-XXXX reluctantly complies without further incident.

Log>
Drone levels itself. Drone exerting thrust in order to counteract powerful attractive force of bright spherical object. Drone operator given instructions to take the drone towards visually distorted landscape. Drone operator is forced to take a circular path around spherical object, circling it several times until it’s built up enough momentum to escape the attractive force.

Visual feed of landscape becomes gradually less distorted.

Landscape comes into focus.

Landscape is earthlike. Landscape contains Rocks, Trees, grasses, and lakes and rivers.

Drone takes sample of river substance. Sensor indicates 99.9% water with mineral impurities present.

Drone operator reports the drone’s batteries need to recharge after escape from bright orb. Drone sets down. Micro-thermocouple reactor begins recharging batteries.

Movement in nearby grasses. Movement proves to be several medium and small sized canines that have surrounded the drone. Canines seem to investigate the drone. A canine picks up the drone in it’s mouth.

Next 45 minutes camera transmits a view of the canine’s front paws. Canine is traveling. Human voice is heard. Human hand comes into view.

Audio transcript as follows: “Whatcha got there, boy? Oh… Oh… Give it. (More firmly) GIVE IT. Good boy! I…..”

Camera feed now shows two humanoid entities. They appear to be SCP-XXXX-A-1, and Agent D*, now deceased member of Mobile task for Sneaky Beagles. The two entities are on the shore of a lake and appear to be fishing. They are dressed in appropriate attire for the occasion and possess the appropriate gear.

Agent D> “It’s a drone. This is one of ours.. Heh. They found us. Hey you guys, if you can hear this, this obviously isn’t earth. It’s some sort of… endless landscape with an uncountable number of dogs running wild, here.”

SCP-XXXX-A-1 comes closer and waves excitedly at the camera.

Agent D> “Anyway. Um. I honestly don’t know how you got a drone in here.. But understand… we don’t want to come back. It’s great here. We’re in dog heaven. I hope to see yall here, some day.”

Camera feed cuts out a few seconds later.

SCP-XXXX refuses all further attempts to ingest aerial drones.

End of log.
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It was the end of me.

We had flown to the site of the containment breach with some extra cargo. Marcus. An SCP.
A dog. A good boy. A dingo dog bigger than a mastiff, with a knack for maneuvering in non-euclidean spaces and resisting reality warping. At least, those were the qualities command cared the most about, right now. He had others, but these were why they chose him, and by extension, my team for this assault.

As explained to me: This was a chance to learn more about the limits of his capabilities. The doctors hadn't found the bottom of his bag of tricks and wanted to know more. We were to escort Marcus and help keep him on task. We were the brains. He was the muscle.

We made our way into the depths of the facility. We came across one of the doctors. She had been cut into dozens of pieces, floating in midair. No blood. No gore. Perfect, angular cuts that left a perfect blackness at the site of the slice. When our headlamps illuminated a piece of her head with an intact eye, it turned towards us and squinted, then we heard her cry out from the next room over, where we found her face, her fingers twitching, floating nearby.

“Ma’am….? Are you.. OK?” our squad leader asked incredulously to this disembodied fraction of a person.

Her voice was desperate. “No! No I’m not OK! Do I look OK?! I don’t know what it did to me, but I can still feel my body, and I can still see with my other eye… I’m begging you please do something! I’m getting really nauseous from my eyes spinning and seeing different things.”

I guessed this meant she was alive.

The squad leader looked to the three of us, and lastly Marcus, who gave him his attention. “Split up. Locate all her pieces, and collect them here.” He gestured to our present location. We did so, Marcus fetched and retrieved without further explanation or coaxing. What a good boy, I thought.

We knelt and began to arrange the woman piece by piece as she laid rather still and stoic, all things considered. We tried pressing the peculiar, black edges back together; They didn’t stick, but man were they sharp. I turned to Marcus. “She needs your help. Is there something you can do for her? We need to put her back together. Like normal.” I gestured by putting my hands together and lacing my fingers, to emphasize the idea of merging, and I I spoke clearly and slowly when addressing him. It seemed to accelerate the process of him understanding what I needed.

I'd been asked to form a bond with him months prior, for just such an occasion as this. I spent time with him. I played with him. I read to him and I bathed him. I took him back to my private quarters, I had him hop up on a chair at the dining table, and I cut up a steak with my knife. I held a piece of meat out the piece to him on the end of a fork, and I fed him.

"Easy boy, careful." I had told him, so he would carefully take it from the fork.

"Easy boy, careful." I now told him, as he pulled the woman back together with little more than his apparent desire to do so.

His progress was slow, so we did our best to help him. Mental concentration was not his strong suit. Linear thinking, spatial reasoning. These were all the attributes of a human mind, but for all his gifts, he possessed none of that. He was the brightest dog I'd ever met, but just that. An especially bright dog.

We grasped the severed limbs with their glassy black, exposed cuts, and pressed them to their adjoining piece. Marcus seemed to will away each cut with nothing but a glance. The sliced, disconnected edges of her body felt like broken glass in my hands. Marcus exuded a quiet gratitude for our part in assisting him, and she came together quickly.

When we re-attached her arm to her shoulder, she moved it back and forth… and when we re-attached her hand and fingers, she wiggled them, wearing an expression of mounting relief.

“Is…..” she began, “Is the dog putting me back together?” she asked, reaching out for him, and beginning to run her fingers through his fur. He tail wagged and thumped against the floor. He struggled to keep his focus, and he looked away. I saw him take a deep breath and let it out slowly, before turning back with renewed focus.

I then interpreted, “Ma’am, he enjoys that very much, but I think it’d be best if you didn’t distract him right now.” She withdrew her hand and nodded.

It wasn’t much longer before she was able to sit upright, aiding in the process, herself.

"You're leaving. Now. Exit is that way." I told her, pointing towards the exit, when Marcus had finished.

"You're leaving. Now. With the dog." Command had told me. "Suit up and be ready in 15."

And now here I was.

Over the next 30 minutes we had moved deeper into the facility and I was in filth up to my belly. Part of this floor had collapsed into a sinkhole that had filled with the contents of the installation’s sewer lines. It was positively wretched. I could do nothing but imagine stuffy bureaucrats rife with indigestion, doubled over toilets, producing the soup I was now stuck in. I gagged at the overpowering stench.

Marcus sat on the edge of the pit and absolutely refused to enter. His paws trembled, he paced, and he whined when I became insistent he cross with us. I’d never seen a dog retch at the stench of shit, before. It made me smile.

I ended up carrying Marcus across the muck, bundled in my arms. I felt absolutely sure he could walk on the surface of the water if he'd wanted to, but he refused to even let the tips of his paws touch this muck. Instead? I was reduced to carrying a dog that easily felt like he weighed two hundred and fifty pounds or more. "Marcus." I grunted. "The only thing worse than crossing this septic pit is having to carry you across." He was apologetic. I could feel it. I couldn't stay angry.

I found myself thinking of happier times as I trudged. Command had authorized me to dedicate almost all waking hours with exclusive access to him. So I did. I let my mind wander, and imagined the warm sun shining on my face. The contents of the pool had, within my imagination, become the mucky shores of a lake, complete with tall grasses, the smell of cat-fish, and even some bass splashing on the surface of the water.

I deposited Marcus on the far end of the sinkhole. "Help me out." I croaked out. He turned around and leaned down towards me. I grasped his collar and he began to back up. I held on as he dragged me from the pool with reletive ease. I turned about to help the others.


We collected ourselves and hunched down, huddling together on our knees in the oppressive, reeking darkness.

SCHHT, Came the brief white noise over the radio.

"Sneaky beagles. This is command. Come in, over."

"Command, this is sneaky beagle zero one. Authenticate Echo Echo, over." spoke the squad leader in a hushed tone.

"zero one, I authenticate Echo Echo Alpha Charlie Zulu Charlie. Authenticate Delta Romeo, over."

"Command, I authenticate Delta Romeo Bravo Niner Golf Hotel, over."

"Confirmed. Sneaky beagles, be advised we now have confirmation on the SCPs loose within the facility. You've been granted provisional clearance for the following information: Targets are now given the temporary call signs 'Scythe Virus Entity Prime' and 'Deepest Night', over."

"Copy that, over."

"SCPs have merged into a singular, more threatening entity. Non-euclidian geometry has been confirmed within the facility as well. The use of reality anchors is advised, over."

"Copy that, over."

"Reinforcements are inbound. There are presently a large number of survivors in the lower levels, and- … Standby, over."

"Aknowledged, over."

I touched Marcus's fur. He had listened to the conversation, intently. He turned to me and wagged his tail a few times.

"Sneaky beagles, you have new orders. Abort mission immediately and return top-side for evacuation. We have radiological readings consistent with an armed nuclear self destruct sequence, over."

Stunned silence, then…

"What?! How long do we have?! Over."

"That is not known at this time, you have your orders, proceed by all available means. Out."
We looked at each other in the dark, as if scrambling for a consensus between like minds, without using words.

I felt fear.

Marcus seemed to draw our attention to him. He seemed regal and assured.

I felt courage.

The squad leader finally spoke, "We need to deactivate that nuke. Or we need to try, at least. There's no promise we will make it out of here before it blows, and fleeing now guarantees the survivors below will die. We have a chance to save everyone if we push forward, instead. It may cost us our lives, but we have to save those people."

We looked at each other, and we simply nodded in agreement and pressed on into the facility. Towards what felt like certain death.

The corridors were showing the signs of reality warping. We walked on the intersection of the floor and the wall, then on the wall itself, the hallways tugged, bent, and skewed, like licorice twists.

"Marcus." I said softly. "We need to find the nuke. If we don't, we will die. It''s the size of a uh…. English bulldog…" I held my hands apart for visual emphasis.. "…. It has a solid plutonium core. It's radioactive. Can you find it?"

Marcus seemed unusually focused as he took in my question, and stopped.. sniffing the air, before taking off at a sprint, quickly passing the point man on his way by.

I shouted to them as I ran by, "He's going to the bomb. Follow him!"

We rattled and clinked in the darkness as we gave chase, down walkways that seemed to defy reason, straight from the canvases of classic paintings of optical illusions. As I stretched my arm out in front of me it seemed to elongate like warm taffy being tugged towards infinity, and twisted into spirals that gave birth to more spirals.

"Marcus! We can't see!" I shouted, hoping he could hear me.

My vision of my surroundings had become too twisted to proceed. Like gazing through a kaleidoscope. I shut my eyes, then I pushed forward and felt something sharp and glass-like drag across my cheek. I groped for it with twisted, impossible hands, and I felt warm skin.

I heard a distant unfamiliar voice, "Hey!! Hello?! is someone out there?!"

Then another… "Hello! I'm…. Something has happened to me! Please help!"

Then from every direction, a cacophony of voices seemed to erupt. I hear cries for help, both near and far. I already knew what my eyes couldn't tell me: Each of these voices was a person in pieces. This monstrous entity had been busy.

"Marcus!!" I shouted again, and I felt him brush up against my side. I instinctively grasped his collar…. he pulled me in a direction that was at that moment difficult to even comprehend. I heard the breathing of another of my squadmates beside me. I reached out, grabbing them by the shoulder.

He led us forward, and we picked up the other two on the way, we formed a chain and he tugged us blindly through what had become pure, unrelenting, undulating chaos. It ebbed, and the voices grew distant, but no less desperate. We soon could see again.

We fell to the concrete floor, clutching our eyes and trying not to vomit. Marcus headbutted me and brushed his side against my chest. My vision cleared immediately. I was greeted by the red glow of a timer, counting down. Several minutes remained. It was the bomb. I looked frantically to my squad mates, who were still in the act of recovering from the previous ordeal.

Throughout the room there were countless floating pieces of what appeared be to several different people. I reached out for a shard of what was someone's ear. Warm. Soft. Bluish tinge. Hypoxia.

"Hello?" I asked it.
Nothing. No response from the surrounding area.

I looked around, then I looked up. Water was pooling on the ceiling, instead of the floor. I spotted someone's nose, lips and chin floating in the water and scrambled to my fee. This person had been cut apart in a way very similar to the woman we’d repaired earlier.

I retrieved my rifle, and holding it by the stock, I lept and batted at the submerged shard, pushing it free from the water and sending it tumbling end over end weightlessly in space, where I grabbed it. Blue lips. I opened their mouth, and poured out the water within. I pinched the nose shut, and blew a rescue breath.

"Marcus!" I again called. He had been sitting, watching me do this. "Can you find this person's chest? I need it!" I demanded of him. He got to his feet, looked around, sniffed the air a few times, then dashed away into the twisted darkness. I simply sat there, blowing several more rescue breaths.

He returned almost immediately with the person's abdomen, and the lower half of their chest just below the shoulder. Female, and therefore possibly the site director that armed the nuke. I quickly pulled my medical satchel around in front of me, retrieved a hypodermic needle, bit off the protective cap, and stabbed the woman’s chest, injecting the heart with adrenaline before withdrawing the needle.

I was attempting life saving measures on the few pieces of her that I had under the assumption that they too were all connected as the previous woman had been. To test the theory, I watched her chest as I blew another rescue breath, and it visibly inflated. Vindication.

Marcus sat patiently while I worked, intensely interested.

I blew another rescue breath, then crouched down listening for a heart beat…. ….. …. I sat upright… I grasped for her face again, then presented it to Marcus.. "Can you help her?" I asked. He examined me with a peculiar patience and distance, but he got to his feet and sniffed at the piece of the woman I held in my hands and began to lick her nose and mouth. Her mouth opened and she coughed several times, retching and spitting up water, which fell towards the ceiling and splashed into the pool that had collected over our heads.

I looked at the timer on the device.. now with less time remaining. My squad was finally gaining their bearings, and the person I hoped was the site director, while still in many pieces scattered throughout the area, was now recovering from having recently drowned. I noticed at that moment that the twisting of the room was getting noticeably worse. I dropped my pack on the floor and retrieved a dimensional anchor, calibrated it, and activated it.

The room straightened up, and the water on the ceiling began to pour down onto the floor directly atop the anchor, flow outside it’s effective range and then rain back up to the ceiling again. I found it funny, but the nuclear bomb waiting to go off, I found less so. My teammates were now setting up anchors of their own, while the squad leader knelt with a rifle at low ready.

I reached for the ear and mouth of the woman I'd been hoping was the site director. "Hi. I'm with response team 'sneaky beagles'." I spoke into the ear. The mouth stirred with emotion. It was hard to tell if it was hope. I continued, "I need to shut off this nuke. Give me the code." She opened her mouth, speaking to me from the palm of my own hands, "Have you contained the SCP? Have you closed the rift?" She asked.

"No. We can take care of it later. Wait. What rift?"

"That… thing… tore open a doorway.. More of it is pouring onto the earth. If that thing makes it out of the facility.. If we lose control.. it’ll cause an CK-"

"-Lady, I don't give a squirt of warm piss what you want. We can't make it out of here in the… 4 minutes and 30 seconds left on the timer. We have an SCP with us that will likely prove beneficial in the coming fight. Not only that, but he can put you back together, later."

Marcus sat upright and nuzzled her chin as she replied. “….. I’m not giving you the code.That thing needs to die, here. I… … think…?” Her voice was abruptly murky and uncertain, where it was previously defiant. He nuzzled her chin again. “I mean… are you sure this anomaly you’ve brought with you will make a difference?”

“He already has.” I said, marveling.

Marcus had filled her with courage. I was reminded of how we’d sat, ready to retreat, and suddenly we felt we had to press on. Had he manipulated us…? No.. just enabled us to make a hard choice we wanted to make deep down.

“OK… please enter the following alphanumeric sequence…” She began. I obeyed, and the timer turned off unceremoniously with minutes to spare.


The twisting in the unprotected portions of the room worsened, and we found ourselves crouched beside the anchors for safety. Marcus seemed Melancholy and a little stressed. I could tell. It was a good 2 minutes when the remaining room outside the range of the anchors had twisted over on itself again and again until it resembled bizarre fractals.

It appeared. A form moved across the far side of the room, it's body like a river of blackness so perfect that it stood out distinctly against the twisted darkness of the rest of the room, and our headlamps failed to illuminate it even a little bit. It was as if we were shining a flashlight into a starless night sky. Unlike the form of the room, it's form was perfectly visible, overlaid in front of the chaos without showing any signs of distortion. On its front facing us were 5 scything blades nearly a meter in length, apiece. From what I could see, it resembled a serpent the size of an elephant.

Marcus began to snarl at it.

Our squad leader shouted. "Open fire!" and that we did. We unloaded into it. It honestly seemed not to care. I took a mental note of how much of a bad sign that was.

It jerked forward with an erratic movement and an inconsistent acceleration. It sliced the team leader in half, who, rather than sounding wounded or in pain, gave a bewildered, confused shout. His body floated apart before the monster began slicing him several more times.

Marcus charged the creature and dove into it, snarling and biting at the base of it's scythe blades. It recoiled back and began to engulf him in it's darkness, coiling around him as he bit and chewed whatever he could. It thrashed violently, and I felt a great pain in my thigh, as one of the sharp pieces of the captain's now sliced up rifle barrel got kicked up by the lashing and whipping of the creature, and had stabbed into my inner thigh. The way the blood gushed from the tip of the barrel, I knew it had ripped the femoral artery. I quickly retrieved some pads from the med kit and ripped the barrel from my leg. I began trying to pack the wound to slow the bleeding but it gushed seemingly unabated.

Marcus wasn't winning.. but he wasn't losing, either. It seemed to be quickly losing interest in him when it became apparent they were at a stalemate of sorts. It turned and cut my remaining two squad mates down while Marcus merely held onto it, being swung around like a rag doll… Then it came for me.

Even if it's blades didn't kill me, I wouldn't be able to staunch the bleeding in my leg if I were in 30 different pieces. I'd bleed out.

It swung it’s blades at me, and I felt something icy touch my left wrist. Two things became apparent. Firstly, it had sliced off my left hand. It was floating nearby. No pain. Second, the entity had stopped. It’s blades were lashing at me but it couldn't’ seem to hit me, anymore. It was being dragged backwards. I rolled to the side to get a look, and I saw Marcus, behind it.

He had its tail in his mouth, and was devouring it, tail first, inch by inch. I honestly didn’t know how to feel about this new development. He snarled, shaking the beast about, lunging, gulping, and sinking his canines into it’s flesh a bite at a time. This beast, once so above it all, inhumane and inscrutable, was now very clearly gripped by the familiar emotion of fear. It’s screams were the hiss of steam escaping from leaking pipes, ready to burst. It thrashed wildly, gashing and scoring the floor and walls within the radius of the reality anchors, before being drawn back.. it seemed to shrink and compress as parts of it neared his jaws, a soft blue white glow from within…. Until his teeth came to the six scything limbs, still swinging about. He gulped forward quickly, and swallowed them down. It’s screams died away.

He seemed as if he was ready to be ill for just a moment. The room snapped back into shape, and he seemed to recover. A deep sense of sadness and loss seemed to come over him all at once. I felt faint. Pale. He walked over to me and sat down beside me. He seemed positively miserable as he regarded me.

He was saying, goodbye. The realization hit me all at once.He just sat and stared at me.
“Can’t you heal this…?” I asked, my hand still clamped over the wound.

I felt the answer. He could. He wasn’t going to.

“Why..?” I asked him. He cocked his head at me and perked up his ears.

I felt an answer. Small things he could do at a whim. Big things, or more specifically, more important things required a sacrifice. He’d held the creature within him. He’d needed a sacrifice to finish destroying it. Not just anybody. A loved one.

For that, he had already paid the price. He now needed one more, before the rift tore open any further. He would take my life, and then the portal would then close.

I didn’t feel scared. I just nodded. I took my hand off the wound on my leg and laid my head on the concrete floor. He laid down beside me and cuddled up close. I felt his mourning. I was going somewhere he could not go. It was worth it. “OK. I’m ready.”

The pain and fear left me, as I left him.