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Item#: XXXX
Level1
Containment Class:
safe
Secondary Class:
{$secondary-class}
Disruption Class:
dark
Risk Class:
notice

Object Class: Neutralized Safe

Special Containment Procedures: Due to the limited anomalous nature of SCP-XXXX, as well as general compliance with the Foundation, containment of SCP-XXXX is to be limited to basic security procedures, predicated to the protection of SCP-XXXX from third parties wishing to bring harm to it. Weekly interviews with SCP-XXXX are to be conducted by foundation agents to ensure none of the following has occured:

  • SCP-XXXX has caught an illness analogous to influenza
  • SCP-XXXX is exhibiting signs of existentialism
  • SCP-XXXX has learned of the existence of SCP-XXXX-1

Should any of these be seen in the subject, use Class-B amnestics are authorized.

Update 12/02/2009: Following incident 0209-XXXX, transmissions of "Snowy Days: Tales of the Winter" must be restricted to frequencies only accessible by Foundation staff. As such, monthly rotations of Site-XXXX staff must be performed in order to ensure that SCP-XXXX believes it still receives genuine "fan-mail", all staff writing are required to express legitimate interest in the show, lest an outbreak of SCP-XXXX-1 occurs.

Update 22/03/2015: Following incident

Description: SCP-XXXX is a humanoid entity with build and skin colour consistent with that of a middle-aged caucasian male, wearing a large snowman mask. SCP-XXXX is the host of a television show, "Snowy Days: Tales of the Winter", in which SCP-XXXX discusses a variety of stories (both traditional and original) relating to the season. The broadcasts have thus far been shown to be

SCP-XXXX has been described as amicable and cheery by researchers, and has a great fondness for conversation. SCP-XXXX self-identifies as "Dr. Snow" and frequently expresses its desire to become a psychiatrist.

Discovery: SCP-XXXX was discovered on 17/05/1987 following a broadcast of a TV show where SCP-XXXX was the host. Though this show was noted to be itself non-anomalous,

Interview SCP-XXXX-01:


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CLASSIFIED
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Item #: SCP-XXXX
Euclid
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Schematic of SCP-XXXX, illustrating SCP-XXXX-1

Special Containment Procedures: The area surrounding Site-189 is to be monitored by Type-M security drones, and patrolled by agents posing as woodland rangers. Should any civilians come within 1 km of Site-189, agents are to direct individuals onto a path leading away from the site. In the event that civilian cooperation does not occur, use of Class-B amnestics is authorized. Should a civilian manage to enter the containment area of SCP-XXXX, lethal force is authorized to prevent the activation of SCP-XXXX-1. Appropriate cover stories are to be created for any civilians terminated following entrance into Site-189, and media coverage is to be kept minimal. All satellite/meteorological images of Site-189 are to be doctored.

SCP-XXXX is to be secured to the ground using high-strength polyester and nylon ropes, and weighted using five(5) 40kg ballasts evenly spaced around the basket. Ropes are to be covered in a Class A fire retardant sheath, with additional reflective covering on the outermost section. Both are to be checked daily for damage, and replacement is to be carried out a minimum of at least once a month. Testing of SCP-XXXX requires approval of both the Site Director and one (1) O5 council member.

Any and all contact with SCP-XXXX should be performed by personnel with training in memetic resistance, and visual contact is to be limited to the basket/motor housing of SCP-XXXX. Any personnel seen attempting to enter the basket of SCP-XXXX are to be incapacitated/terminated.

Should a Blanchard event occur, all on-site personnel are to immediately evacuate, and MTF Epsilon-9 ("Fire Eaters") are to be deployed to spray Compound-DJIX1 onto SCP-XXXX-1, and ensure SCP-XXXX-1 has been reverted to an 'idle' state. Compound-DJIX utilization is to be recorded after each successful containment and submitted to Site Director, and disinformation measures are to be deployed as required. (See Addendum-XXXX-X for a full list of Blanchard events)

Should containment of the Blanchard event fail, the Greenville protocol is to be enacted.

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Item#: XXXX
Level1
Containment Class:
safe
Secondary Class:
none
Disruption Class:
dark
Risk Class:
notice

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be contained at site

PoI-XXXX is to be consulted before conducting any tests on SCP-XXXX-1 instances, and all personnel are to have a main priority of assisting the efforts of PoI-XXXX.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a farm ranch located near [blank], Arkansas, inhabited by the family of PoI-XXXX . The anomalous qualities of SCP-XXXX are not immediately noticeable, however, entering the area of effect of SCP-XXXX will reveal numerous organism ranging from 30cm to 3m in length, which superficially resemble typically microscopic lifeforms(Collectively SCP-XXXX-1). Specimens derivative of tardigrades, gastrotrichs, rotifers, euglenoids, diatoms, Stentor, and cilliates have all been noted to exist on site, and all extant entities have proven to be sentient. It has been confirmed by PoI-XXXX that SCP-XXXX is currently the only factor preventing the death of all SCP-XXXX-1 specimens, and granted access to a single SCP-XXXX-1 instance for the Foundation to determine the area of effect of SCP-XXXX (determined to be __ km).

Discovery: SCP-XXXX was discovered by accident upon comparisons of several satellite images of the area encompassed by SCP-XXXX displayed minute inconsistencies between years and months. An investigation by a 3 man team, consisting of Agent Williams, Agent Jones, and Agent Lennings, was sent to site on ___. Agents noted nothing out of the ordinary while approaching SCP-XXXX, upon entering into SCP-XXXX's area of effect Agent Williams noticed a semi-transparent outline of what he assumed to be a cow grazing in the field, closer inspection by binoculars revealed it to be a tardigrade-like instance of SCP-XXXX-1. Upon reaching the farmhouse located within the area of effect, PoI-XXXX exited the house and allowed the three to enter the house. Two (2) instances of SCP-XXXX-1 (noted to bear resemblance to gastrorichs) came up to agents and rubbed against legs. PoI-XXXX then asked agents to give each a "head rub" and to follow him into the kitchen so they could talk.

Interviewed: PoI-XXXX
Intervewer: Agent Williams
Observing: Agent Jones, Agent Lemmings
Foreword: PoI-XXXX appeared to have knowledge of hidden camera on Agent Williams' person, and asked that the recording device be placed on the table so as to "not pretend anything here". Agents Jones and Lemmings stood behind Williams in case of a need to subdue PoI-XXXX, checking the kitchen. PoI-XXXX also requested to be referred to as "John" during recording.

<Begin Log>
Williams: Alright, John. Could you tell us about what sort of operation you're running here?

PoI-XXXX: What you see around you is the fruits of nearly 40 years of long, hard work. Those water bears you prolly saw comin' in are nearly on their 50th generation, and Pidgey an' Hughes down there are both in their 106th generation. [Motions to the gastrotrich SCP-XXXX-1 organisms presumably at the feet of Agent Jones] Now, if you're askin' me why I'm runnin this business, that story is one which you might want to have a cup of joe over.

[PoI-XXXX gestures towards a coffee maker on the kitchen counter]

Williams: I'm fine, thank you. Please continue.

PoI-XXXX: Suit yourself. Well, it all started with a simple thought: "What if we could have a replacement for all the cows in the world?" You boys should be familiar with the stats, given your professions.

Williams: For the sake of argument, let's say I'm not.

[PoI-XXXX chuckles and shakes his head]

PoI-XXXX: I wanted to create a new breed of animal, one which could give us just as much meat, and require half the space. So I studied and researched. I moved onto a farm and began to pick out where I wished to start my plans.

Williams: And how did you manage to do this?

PoI-XXXX: [laughs] Well, I can't very well say that straight up now can I?

Williams: It would be easier for us if you did.

[The next minute of the recording is silent; PoI-XXXX is seen smirking in the footage]

PoI-XXXX: You're awfully bold, I like that. Fine then. Let's say I took what another had perfected already, and merely refined the technology further. Of course, it came with it's consequences, but after they had been dealt, the rest was simple science.
[Agent Williams can be heard writing something]

Williams: Very well. Any other things you'd like to add?

PoI-XXXX: I'd like to talk to your manager if that's alright. [shuffling can be heard] No, no. You boys aren't going to be needing to escort me anywhere. I have intentions to speak with them in my living room.

[The voices of Agent Jones & Agent Lennings can be heard in the background of the audio]
Williams: You heard the man, return to the car, I'll make the call.

PoI-XXXX: You heard the big man, boys. I won't be going anywhere.
<End Log>

Closing Statement: Agent Williams called command following this exchange, wherein he was patched through to Dr.ZZZZ , Site-ZZZ Lead Researcher. Agent Williams explained the situation, and arrangements were made to bring Dr. ZZZZ to SCP-XXXX.

While I am not going to disclose the contents of the missing audio in this log, I have reason to suspect that PoI-XXXX may have at least partially utilized similar technologies to SCP-3536 in the creation of this anomaly. The upscaling of these microorganisms should naturally go against the square-cube principle, and though it may be that the current organisms have been bred to such a point where their forms can be maintained in non-anomalous means, I am suggesting that further research into the makeup of SCP-3536 be made. ~Agent Williams

Addendum-XXXX-1: On XX/XX/XXXX Dr.ZZZ entered into the area of SCP-XXXX for an interview with PoI-XXXX.

Interviewer: Dr. ZZZZ
Interviewed: PoI-XXXX
Foreword: 4 guards were present for the interview, which was hosted in the living room of PoI-XXXX's residence.
<Begin Log>

Dr. ZZZZ: Good afternoon, John. I believe you wanted to speak to me?
PoI-XXXX: Indeed I did, Doctor. Hopefully the ride wasn't to rough? I've heard the roads are at their worst this time of year.

Dr. ZZZZ: It was good enough.

PoI-XXXX: Good, good. Right then, down to the matter at hand. I'll be blunt: I'm in need of your services.

Dr. ZZZZ: Come again?

PoI-XXXX: You may already be able to tell just by looking at this place, but I'm in need of more scientific minds to help with my work here. I'm becoming old, and tired. I may not look it, but I'm turning 62 this year. My body and mind aren't what they used to be.

[PoI-XXXX pulls out a small envelope from his pocket, placing it on the table in front of him, and slides it towards Dr. ZZZZ]

PoI-XXXX: I believe you'll find the content to be…enlightening. [whispering] Just be sure your men don't see it.

[Dr. ZZZZ asks the guards to leave themselves and PoI-XXXX alone, and examines the content of the envelope]

Dr. ZZZZ: You're aware of this?

[PoI-XXXX nods]

PoI-XXXX: Well, I wouldn't give that to you if I wasn't. I certainly wouldn't give you an advantage if I thought I wouldn't benefit from it.

[Dr. ZZZZ gestures to hand the envelope back to PoI-XXXX who raises a hand to decline; Dr. ZZZZ then tucks the envelope into their lab coat]

Dr. ZZZZ: What are your terms?

PoI-XXXX: I wish to have the position of a Site Director or an equivalent. I want to personally interview anyone you send in to me before you assign them to duty here, an-

[PoI-XXXX suddenly springs up from his seat, running towards the kitchen, Dr. ZZZZ follows; due to the location of the recording device, only audio from the following altercation is available]

PoI-XXXX: Don't you dare go down there you fucking idiot!

[The voice of Agent ___ who is presumably being restrained by PoI-XXXX is audible]

Dr. ZZZZ: What's the issue?

PoI-XXXX: The issue, doctor, is a lack of discipline! When I invite you over for a chat, I expect that any of the other guests you decide to bring along don't touch anything that they shouldn't. My family, and that fucking door, are the only two things you aren't allowed touching here.

Agent : What's down there?

[There is a long pause]

PoI-XXXX: The one thing here that is actually a danger. If you go down there, you have no chance of killing it. It knows how to deal with you long before you have a chance to think you're prepared. So far as I know, I'm the only one- the only thing - who it doesn't attack on sight, and that's not saying much. Nearly engulfed me twice 'cause I went up the stairs wrong.

[There is another pause]

PoI-XXXX: If you don't believe me, go down there. Let see what good those years of training do. [A moment of silence] That's what I thought. Doctor, I want to make this clear, this agreement is of mutual benefit. If I screw up, it'll be on my hands, and you won't have to lose another talented member of your team to a stupid authority decision.

<End Log>

Addendum-1: On 02/13/XXXX, Site-191 was officially designated, with the Site Director being PoI-XXXX following O5 approval.


Item#: XXXX
Level3
Containment Class:
euclid
Secondary Class:
none
Disruption Class:
dark
Risk Class:
caution

SCP-XXXX is a 127-page hardcover graphic novel with the title "The Uncanny Valley" on the cover. No other markings are present on the outside. The authour of SCP-XXXX is currently unknown. The pages within document the story of a man who finds the world around him to be unsettling, and has to stare in the mirror every day in order to calm himself. The man's dependency on this mirror continues on until the final page, at which point there is a single panel showing the man's appearance to be that of a distorted humanoid.

Subjects exposed to SCP-XXXX will subsequently begin showing signs of distress and discomfort towards all objects and individuals around it. It has been determined through testing and interviews that affected subjects have had their perception of their surroundings changed. Subsequent viewing of SCP-XXXX has shown that subjects do not view the image on the last page as being distorted, rather as being a mundane Caucasian male. Following exposure, subjects become an instance of SCP-XXXX-1α, these instances will ask that they have an ambient drone in any containment room they are located in. this drone should mimic the "devils tritone".

Symptoms of this shift in perception will progress further as time goes on. eventually leading to the physical restructuring of the bodies of SCP-XXXX-1α instances. This restructuring doesn't appear to cause the affected individuals any pain, despite the restructuring usually being significant and normally life threatening. Instances are hereafter referred to as SCP-XXXX-1β.

SCP-XXXX-1β instances are generally described as "anomalously creepy" by personnel, and direct viewing of these instances are frequently followed with extreme paranoia as well as hallucinations. Currently there are 17 SCP-XXXX-1 instances in Foundation custody with 12 of these being alpha instances and 5 being beta instances.

Interviewed: SCP-XXXX-1-5
Interviewer: Dr. Pals

Foreword: SCP-XXXX-1 instance was formerly a female D-class 20 years of age, subject was unresponsive for 4 days following exposure to SCP-XXXX.

<Begin Log>

Dr. Pals: Good afternoon, D-111054. How are you feeling?

SCP-XXXX-1-5: I'm fine, Dr. Pals…That is you, right?

Dr. Pals: I am Dr. Pals, yes. Could you tell me why you were unresponsive for the past few days?
SCP-XXXX-1-5: It was just…creepy, i guess. I don't really know how to explain it other than I just finished reading the book like you asked me to, and then I just started to feel a pit forming in my stomach the second I closed it.

<End Log>

Closing Statement: [Small summary and passage on what transpired afterward]


Max checked his watch, leading his manager to glare at him, annoyed of his blatant disregard for their lecturing.

Marie looked back from her watch, the people at the station occasionally glancing her way with a puzzled look as she stood unmoving, staring at the doors of the day’s final train.

Max wanted to apologize to his manager, to tell them he hadn’t meant to come in for a shift this morning, drop the box of tools on the stairs, take an early break that went on for twice as long, or look at his watch. He knew that wouldn’t do him any good now, of course, his manager hated the word “accident”, and most of his coworkers who made similar mistakes lost their jobs soon after using that excuse. Instead, he opted to keep his mouth shut, and began to walk back to doing his job.

She nearly ran over an older man as she boarded, to which Marie apologized profusely. Her entrance into the train car had been just as awkward as her prior 5 minutes of staring blankly at its interior. Her path eventually took her to an empty seat, in front of an empty seat. A few passengers looked at her quizzically, many shooting daggers as she wouldn’t move as they made their way to the back. She considered apologizing, and did provide one, however the bustle of the passengers and the voice of the conductor drowned her out.

Alex, one of his coworkers, tapped Max on the shoulder, stopping him short of the door. Max enjoyed the man’s company whenever he was on break on his normal workdays, mainly because he only ever talked just long enough to leave him feeling satisfied before getting back on task. Couple that with the simple fact that the man always had an interesting story to tell, and their relationship was sunk in stone nearly from day 1. Alex was the talkative extrovert, Max was the quiet introvert. A simple dynamic which their coworkers would often joke about being “clichéd” and “overdone”. As Max turned his head he noticed that something was off today; there was no upbeat greeting, no quips, and no smile. Alex was simply wearing a blank expression. Though he heard words said, and saw lips move, Max didn’t register any of it, a dull thudding was spreading in his mind.

Stumbling through the doors of the train, Marie knocked into several more outgoing and incoming passengers. Her legs had become jittery about halfway through the train ride, and she began to get a stomach ache. She hadn’t known why or how, but her brain had certainly been on high gear trying to figure it out, playing her day over and over again in her head while she stood staring out the window at the dim, passing flickers of light. She had been asked to take a shift earlier that day for her job at the supermarket, they were running short on staff and needed the extra pair of hands, even though she was still exhausted from the previous night’s work, she obliged anyway, since she really didn’t have anything going on that day. The end result of this was an absolute wreck of a day, she had bumped into so many of the displays she didn’t even bother counting past 23, she was stuck at one end of a shelf for nearly 10 minutes after she finished restocking, and she hadn’t even managed to make it to the soda aisle by the time her shift was up. Her boss had checked in with her, but she simply brushed it off at the time as being “out of the loop”.

“Out of the loop”? Was that what today was? Max pondered this as he walked back to his home, his encounter with Alex on repeat in his mind. Despite not hearing it at the time, he was sure that phrase had been mixed in somewhere. Why did it stick out so much to him?

She was still walking, having passed her bus stop 8 minutes earlier. She had told herself she’d walk home then, even though she was headed the wrong way. Her mounting confusion had begun to combine with fear at this point. Her brain was now frantically searching for an explanation, a reason, anything to make her actions sensible. All it could do was continuously end up on the same phrase: “out of the loop”. Marie pinched her arm and face, desperately trying to wake up from whatever nightmare she was in, nothing. She stared down at her legs, uneven breathing echoing inside her head as she lifted her fist.

Max thought he must have been hallucinating as he brought his fist down onto his right kneecap. The pain was greater than he had anticipated, and he knelt to cradle the injury. He began to panic as the phrase kept replaying over and over, and his mind focused on trying to get back home as soon as he could, and he began regaining his posture.

Her fist smashed down onto the left kneecap this time, leaving her wincing and groaning at the pain as she sat down on the cold sidewalk. Marie bit her lip as she crashed her hand into her right knee a second time, quickly following up with her left. Once all movement from both had halted, she began pulling herself along, back towards the bus stop, and her bed. A new word had begun to surface in her mind as she did this: “reset”. She didn’t understand why or how she started to think of it or even where it came from, but her gut was telling her to head home. Marie glanced at her watch, the last bus was in 10 minutes.

Bystanders stared, mouths agape, at the man who had just incapacitated himself, now slowly pulling himself backwards on bloody, bruised hands, screaming at the top of his lungs for someone to save him. One finally dialed the emergency service line for the man to be picked up, and ask several others to try grabbing a hold of his arms and torso to keep him from moving.

Marie had been moving frantically towards the bus stop when she was restrained by invisible hands. Her head jerked from side to side, trying to pinpoint a source of the restraints, but found none, and instead bit her arm where she felt the ghostly pressure being applied. After this succeeded, she threw a punch in the general direction of the second invisible hand, which also quickly relinquished its grasp, and flipped herself over so she could more easily move. She soon found herself at the last intersection before the bus stop, and scrambled as quickly as he could towards the lamppost illuminating it. A second, much brighter light grew from the corner of her vision.

By the time the paramedics had arrived, the man was already dead, blunt force trauma consistent with that of a car collision was present and all individuals who were originally straining the man said he had shown hostility when being restrained, however he was constantly professing apologies and crying. Many of the witnesses to the event said the man was visibly fearful of what was happening to him. And that the right side of his skull caved in on itself suddenly, as he was scrambling away. The last words he was reported saying were: “I’m out of the loop, I need to reset”