Per 
idk if this works, so I hope I don't break anything by doing this
henlo. if you got here on accident, congratulations! have a cookie 🍪
I do it for my brother.
He is
(Can't move can't speak can't hear can't see
why is he warm why is he looking at me please why him not him)
sick.
With each weld I make,
another beast I break,
another life I save from the grasp of that which did my blood take.
And all to the end, to the end it all might fall,
I know. But, still.
I do it for the lost.
They are
(James Tammy Laine Edd Josh Harley
I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry)
loud.
With every shot I fire
goes another fiend to the pyre,
another claw or tooth or eye I dull into ceasefire.
And all to hell, to hell it all could fall.
I'm tired. But, still.
I do it for myself.
I am
(What a greedy child you are.)
alone.
With every breakthrough,
another step towards truth,
another piece of self, of worth, that I can use as proof.
And all to them, to them it all might fall.
I'm scared. But, still.
I do it for my daughter.
She is cold. Far, far too cold.
With every motion I pass
is another stone turned from glass,
another chance to plead to the world to let us our fate bypass.
And all to naught, to naught this all will fall.
I've tried. But, still.
https://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/pdf/10.1002/9781444313680.gloss
http://www.vivo.colostate.edu/hbooks/pathphys/digestion/herbivores/rumination.html
https://www.flickr.com/photos/xcaverx/6067877944
https://www.mindat.org/loc-192414.html
https://journals.physiology.org/doi/pdf/10.1152/physrev.1966.46.4.634
66°22'13.5"N 129°36'03.1"E
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: [probs keter but idk]
Special Containment Procedures: Production of HXB-XXXX is currently tasked to the Lemann Group at Site 57, pending the construction of Area 57-1 for the express purpose of manufacturing the substance. Once complete, manufacture will continue indefinitely until a more localized method of containment is achieved.
Parley efforts between relevant experts and afflicted subjects are ongoing. Individuals with connections to the victims are to be consulted on potential methods of inducing cooperation. Priority is given to cases in which natural law breakdown has already begun to occur.
For victims and potential victims already in Foundation custody, specific instructions for the application of HXB-XXXX are currently under review and will be forwarded to the appropriate personnel when possible.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a species of theovorous,1 parasitic spectres similar in appearance to filarial worms. Adult specimens are hermaphroditic and spend the majority of their life cycle in subdermal cavities in their hosts (or, in hosts lacking dermis, just below the outermost layer of their most physical form), leaving only a small pore for the purpose of oviposition. Lifespan ranges between 3-10 months while within a host, but less than 48 hours externally.
At the time of writing, infection has only been observed in beings meeting at least one of the below conditions:
- Akiva radiation rating above 120
- Have traveled in interplanar spaces commonly frequented by high-Akiva entities
- Consumed, integrated, inserted, or otherwise came into close contact with materials associated with high-Akiva entities without proper decontamination beforehand
- Abilities consistent with Pluripotent Entities of Penultimate Tier and above
As the majority of individuals meeting these requirements are heavily associated with certain natural laws to the point of mutual effect, it is vital that the parasitism of SCP-XXXX is minimized in order to prevent potential alteration of such laws due to injury and distraction. Containment has so far focused on the reduction of these risk factors with HXB-XXXX, a topical ointment. The substance acts as a dampener against Akiva radiation, thereby inhibiting the ability of SCP-XXXX specimens to find hosts.
Initial studies support a positive correlation between the intensity of the attracting Akiva radiation source and the population density of SCP-XXXX, with figures of worship of major religions being at the greatest risk for infection. Given the typical nature of such figures as pluripotent entities of varying tiers, along with the deference or fear normally directed toward such entities, communication on the issue has so far been difficult.
Addendum 1: Documented parley attempts
From: naw.llun|gbgo#naw.llun|gbgo
To: Director Terrence <ten.pics|nerretg#ten.pics|nerretg>
at 07:57 EST 5 Jan 2019
Hello,
Yaldabaoth says no.
From: O5 Council <ten.pics|sreesrevo#ten.pics|sreesrevo>
To: naw.llun|gbgo#naw.llun|gbgo
at 09:14 EST 5 Jan 2019
Hello.
Thank you for reaching out to us on this matter. [two paragraphs of corporate fluff]
Sincerely,
O5-1
From: naw.llun|gbgo#naw.llun|gbgo
To: O5 Council <ten.pics|sreesrevo#ten.pics|sreesrevo>
at 22:17 EST 5 Jan 2019
Yaldabaoth vehemently says no.
Incident 2845/027 - Debriefing 1
DATE: 12/16/2022
INTERVIEWED: Samuel Mahler
INTERVIEWER: Elisa Gaines
**NOTE: Dr. Samuel Mahler was **
Gaines: Recording start. So-
Mahler: -hoof to the fucking face, like, the man's lucky to still have a skull at all. Oh.
Gaines: Sam, want to take a minute or keep going?
Mahler: Nah, this is fine. It's going in the record anyway, right? Chain of custody and all that?
Gaines: Eyup.
Mahler: Might as well, then.
Gaines: Mhm.
[END LOG]
or maybe this
VIDEO LOG
DATE: 12/19/2022
NOTE:
[BEGIN LOG]
TIME:
TIME:
TIME:
[END LOG]
The DEER fights and starts trying to run away when the ointment comes out.
dado mails in and says that it's his opinion as best pharmacist that he doesn't need it. The Foundation is confused as to why he does this, as they didn't contact him.
The Ambassador breaks in and nicks a tub intended for someone already in containment. The Foundation hears through the anomalous grapevine that it's intended for the Hanged One, but the whole tub went to waste when his skin sloughed off upon application.
Step 1: The Foundation finds a protein that uses an arrangement of gold atoms to form a thaumaturgically-active ward. In order to prevent external researchers from digging into how this mechanism works, they slip code for the protein's deletion into a standard genetic cleanup treatment administered during gestation of nearly every human.
Step 2: Turns out the protein was important. It was the eukaryotic world's response to a particularly-virulent interplanetary pathogen carried via comet. The pathogen was eradicated from Earth due to not being able to get any hosts, but as humanity begins stretching its empire beyond Terra, they encounter planets that didn't oust it and are now no longer equipped to fight it off. We beat one of the Great Barriers, and the Foundation messed it up. So, they backpedal and start gene driving it back in as quickly as possible.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class:
Special Containment Procedures:
Description:
Ion hissed when the linen of his sleeves brushed against the raw skin of his wrists. Had his manacles still been there, the roughness of the cloth would have made no difference, but as it were, the new, pink flesh there was far too sensitive. He gritted his teeth, rolled the sleeves back up, and continued his work.
Four logs, one each of yew, oak, pine, and elder, leaned on one another to form a small pyramid at the base of the cliff where Ion had made camp. Around the interlacing pile were several small, neat heaps of the various substances prescribed to him by the old healer. Many of them were bone-dry, pungent, and on the cusp of molding, similar to the wisewoman herself, but Ion had been assured quite severely of their potency.
“You have spark, child,” she had rasped. Her hands, little more than skin-covered talons with texture to match, had gripped Ion’s own with a hidden strength. “You will succeed. The Hunger can take everything but that spark.”
He twirled a sprig of rosemary through his fingers before tossing it back into its proper pile. The sun’s light was close to withdrawing from the unlit pyre, leaving him little time to prepare. With the diagram-covered parchment to keep his course steady, Ion made his final checks over the reagents and steeled himself to begin.
First, the fire itself. In went the pine needles and sun-dried twigs gathered from the top of the overhang. The scent of dried fir resin gave the air a musky heaviness, exacerbated by the sounds of the nighttime forest seeping in.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Footage of discovery of SCP-XXXX, prior to peristalsis
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is plugged with a large metamorphic boulder, and the gaps filled with concrete. Further anchoring of SCP-XXXX is to be done by 20-cm steel anchors drilled into the ground through the cave wall. Excess gases emerging from SCP-XXXX are vented with a ventilation unit, to be replaced every other month. Two Three live pigs are placed within the cave every other week, through a chute drilled through the rock. The cave where the anomaly is contained has been converted into in situ Provisional Site-53, dedicated to the study of SCP-XXXX and other geological anomalies.
@co-author, if you've found this: Family stuff happened during the time that I'd planned on writing, and I couldn't sit long enough to get my head straight. Planning on working it out later once things calm down
Description: SCP-XXXX is a large erosional cave system nearly-identical in structure and behavior to the ruminant digestive system2. Current surveys of SCP-XXXX estimate a span of over 11 km2 near the foot of the Verkhoyansk Range in the Sakha Republic, Russia.
SCP-XXXX is primarily limestone with occasional apatite, fluorapatite, and melanterite features. The majority of the cave walls consist of interlocking, mobile ridges capable of gradual expansion and contraction according to the needs of the digestive system. Documentation of these movements show a cyclical pattern identical to non-anomalous peristalsis3 in all respects other than its significantly increased duration compared to any known organism.
The main through-cave of SCP-XXXX contains an active stream with an abnormally low pH range4 for caverns of comparable size and type. As mastication has not been observed, it is believed that this acidity is the primary means of food breakdown instead. The source of the water has not been located, though the stream joins with known structures of SCP-XXXX through openings in the ceiling near the entrance.
Addendum 1: Incident Report 17 February 2021
At 0315 hours, the staff of Provisional Site-53 noted a significant worsening in the smell emanating from the mouth of SCP-XXXX, saying that the normally-rancid odor had suddenly worsened to the point of causing nausea in members of Site-53 staff. The smell was described as "acidic, with rotting notes." Regional command was informed at this time, and personnel were evacuated from the entry cave to a sensor post further down the mountain.
At 0347 hours, personnel noted abnormal geological disturbances from numerous seismographs across the Verkhoyansk Range. The on-site artificial intelligence construct, CHIROPTER.aic, estimated the epicenter of most of the disturbances to be within or beneath the currently-mapped area of SCP-XXXX. Site leadership updated regional command on the development, and a division of MTF Zeta-9 "Mole Rats" was dispatched to Site-53. Estimated time to arrival was 18 hours due to the remote location of the site.
At 0441 hours, the digestive liquid commonly collected at the entrance of SCP-XXXX began increasing in temperature and began presenting abnormal particulate matter. Composition could not be determined due to the low volume of the substance. Additionally, digestive fluid volume noticeably increased over the next twenty minutes of observation. Due to the sudden shift in urgency, along with the approximate seventeen hours remaining until the arrival of MTF Zeta-9, the staff of Site-53 unanimously decided to initiate an investigation themselves.
Addendum 2: Emergency Investigatory Survey 17 February 2021
Survey Video Log Transcript
Exploration Team: Provisional Site-53 Staff
Team Lead: Doctor Randall Swift, Site-53 Director and Head of Geological Research
Survey Team: Doctor Tami Phillips, Chief Medical Officer; and Sergeant Argo Ivanov, Site-53 Security Lead
Base Team: CHIROPTER.aic
[BEGIN LOG]
Three helmet cameras show the viewpoints of the three personnel of Provisional Site-53. They are in the mouth of SCP-XXXX, where the majority of the site's equipment is located.
CHIROPTER: Recording start. Please sound off.
SWIFT: One.
PHILLIPS: Two!
IVANOV: Three.
CHIROPTER: Base.
PHILLIPS: Wait, actually… this zipper's stuck.
IVANOV: Is that the bad suit? I thought we had gotten a replacement.
SWIFT: Nah, command said they'd send it out whenever they got around to it. Tami, hold still for a sec.
CHIROPTER: Should I restart the recording?
SWIFT: It's fine, Chiro. I'll just clean it up in post if I remember. You guys ready?
The helmet cams of Ivanov and Phillips nod.
SWIFT: Alrighty then. Let's haul ass.
Swift begins to open the entry chute into SCP-XXXX. The remainder of the team prepares the rigging for the drop mechanism.
PHILLIPS: Just warning you guys, it's probably going to be even worse down there, smell-wise. Like, "the masks might not be enough"-worse.
SWIFT: Can't imagine how.
Swift opens the chute door and immediately recoils.
IVANOV: Randall, I long for the day when you will learn to stop taunting Lady Fate.
SWIFT: Air pressure buildup… blew right up my filter…
PHILLIPS: Huh. Odd.
Swift gestures toward the drop rigging.
SWIFT: Ladies first. Gimme a minute until I can see again, I beg of you.
PHILLIPS: Oh, how gracious.
Phillips straps herself into the drop bucket and turns on her headlamp. Ivanov begins to lower her into the chute.
IVANOV: Just tell me when to stop. Is anything interesting down there?
PHILLIPS: Not much, yet. The fluid level's a lot higher than the probe said, though. I'd say… half a meter, maybe three-quarters. Stop here. And yep, it's blocking the ventilation shaft.
Ivanov flicks Swift's helmet.
IVANOV: Done in by a pent-up burp. Lord help you.
SWIFT: We're assigned to a rancid cave in rural Siberia in the dead of winter. If I was ever going to get some divine intervention, it should've been three months ago.
Swift straps himself into the drop rigging, waves at the server rack on which CHIROPTER.aic is hosted, and begins lowering himself down the entry chute with the aid of Ivanov.
CHIROPTER: Dr. Phillips, is it possible to get a more accurate measurement on the fluid levels in your area?
PHILLIPS: …Nope, doesn't look like it. The depth probe's completely submerged. I'm up to mid-thigh, if that helps.
SWIFT: Warm, too. I can feel the heat from up here, and I haven't even touched it yet.
IVANOV: See, this place is not so bad! We even have our own sauna now.
CHIROPTER: The use of SCP-XXXX in such a manner seems very unwise.
SWIFT: Well, on one hand, you're technically being very, very slowly digested…
PHILLIPS: But on the other…
Phillips gently smacks the wall of SCP-XXXX.
PHILLIPS: It's for a good cause, I guess.
Ivanov lands in the digestive fluids.
IVANOV: Call me selfish, but I think I prefer the suits.
PHILLIPS: Says the guy who got the good suit.
SWIFT: Alright. One and a half kilometers until the first sphincter, with six hours before the next bolus5 gets going. Should be fine as long as we keep moving. Chiro, run the numbers?
CHIROPTER: Your estimated time of arrival to the end of the esophageal segment is in one hour and ten minutes.
PHILLIPS: Maybe our noses will have adjusted by then.
Swift, Ivanov, and Phillips proceed into the esophagus of SCP-XXXX. They continue in silence for 12 minutes.
CHIROPTER: You are approaching a decline in excess of 30°. Please exercise appropriate caution.
SWIFT: About a quarter of the way there. Watch your footing.
PHILLIPS: At least the water seems to have gone down a bit. Can't imagine going this steep if we were fighting the stream too.
SWIFT: Looks like it's still wet in some places though, even on the edges.
IVANOV: Does it usually go up that high?
SWIFT: Never when I've been in it.
PHILLIPS: I've seen it max out the depth probes when it's going through a swallowing cycle. Maybe this is just leftover from lunch the other day?
IVANOV: Mhm. Probably.
The team continues for 6 minutes.
IVANOV: Some guidelines would be quite useful. I don't know about you two, but it feels as though this is getting steeper.
SWIFT: Yeah, I asked about that after my first run. Until we can figure out how this thing ticks, putting anchors into the rock is a no-go.
PHILLIPS: Wasn't that the run when Joel rolled like thirty feet?
SWIFT: And cracked his ankle? Yep! Lucky bastard got a helicopter out of here and found a desk job at Eighty-One.
PHILLIPS: Oh, so that's where he ended up!
IVANOV: And command still said no to using lines?
SWIFT: I know, right! Wait… future me, cut this. Dave gets pissy when I don't agree with him.
IVANOV: Maybe try asking again?
SWIFT: Look, if a verifiable injury isn't going to change their minds, this sure won't.
The team continues for 26 minutes.
PHILLIPS: Feels like it's starting to level out a bit.
SWIFT: Yeah, think so too. We should be just a couple hundred meters from the first sphincter, then. Keep an eye out for anything unusual.
IVANOV: Such as?
SWIFT: Oh, I don't know. Broken formations, maybe, or any places where the rock doesn't match up with the surrounding wall.
PHILLIPS: Could be less of an injury and more of a disease-like presentation. Like an ulcer or something.
SWIFT: A rock ulcer?
PHILLIPS: Maybe? Who knows?
IVANOV: Aren't you a doctor?
PHILLIPS: Human doctor, not rock doctor. That's Randy's schtick. I'm here to patch you up, not the skip.
SWIFT: I would've figured command would want someone with more cow than human experience here.
PHILLIPS: Well, since we're only looking at the gut with this thing, there wasn't as much to train me up on versus getting a vet and teaching them to do human stuff. Plus, now I'm qualified to work on satyr if it ever comes to it.
IVANOV: I can't imagine that happens too often.
SWIFT: I hope that doesn't happen too often. They smell.
Phillips reaches forward and flicks Swift's helmet.
SWIFT: Why do you keep doing that?
IVANOV: Minimal effort, minimal permanent damage, and it gets you to pay attention, doesn't it?
SWIFT: Is the dignity cost really worth it?
IVANOV: When it is your dignity, definitely.
The team continues for 3 minutes. They approach an abrupt crawlway in the esophageal passage.
PHILLIPS: Cardiac sphincter, dead ahead!
SWIFT: Hey, good time. What was that, under an hour?
CHIROPTER: You have been in transit for one hour and two minutes.
SWIFT: Close enough. Let's get in there.
IVANOV: I don't think I've been down this far yet, to be honest. Is there a spot to land on the other side?
PHILLIPS: Yeah, there's a bit of a ledge. We're going in feet-first, so finding it shouldn't be hard.
Phillips removes a tape measure from her pack and measures the diameter of the crawlway from multiple angles.
PHILLIPS: This is the rumenoreticulum, by the way. It's technically two organs with a wall between them, but they're pretty well-connected, especially here. The ledge you're aiming for is part of that wall, by the way, so watch your footing and don't fall in.
Ivanov's helmet camera nods. Phillips gives him a thumbs-up before entering the cave sideways, feet-first. Swift enters in the same manner, followed by Ivanov.
PHILLIPS: I'm out. Fluid level's a bit high.
SWIFT: Is there still enough space for us on the wall?
PHILLIPS: Yeah, should be. You're going to have to shimmy a bit to get over here, though.
Phillips sets out a floodlamp while Swift and Ivanov exit the crawlway.
IVANOV: Tami, what was that you said earlier about our noses adjusting?
PHILLIPS: What? Oh, yeah, that was a joke. We're surrounded by dozens of rotting pig carcasses right now. There's no way to get used to that.
SWIFT: I'm sure someone out there would love this, but it sure isn't me. Anyone see anything off?
Ivanov and Phillips shake their heads.
PHILLIPS: Could be that something's further along, but I'd rather check here first than have to backtrack.
SWIFT: Right. Wouldn't want this to be for nothing. Is your gear going to be enough?
Phillips lowers her pack and removes a diving mask attachment.
PHILLIPS: Yep, should be!
SWIFT: Which side do you want, rumen or reticulum?
PHILLIPS: I'll go reticulum. I haven't gotten to go in this one before.
IVANOV: You make it sound like that's an opportunity.
Phillips attaches the diving attachment to her suit.
PHILLIPS: Not every day I get to see one of these in action!
Phillips salutes, then submerges. Helmet cam visibility is almost completely obstructed by digesta at this time. Swift sets down his pack and removes a second diving attachment.
SWIFT: I really, really hope she finds something down there.
IVANOV: I could dive if it comes to it.
SWIFT: On your first time down here? Hell no. If the smell's disorienting, the soup is ten times worse.
IVANOV: Fair.
Ivanov removes his pack and sits down on the rumenoreticular wall.
IVANOV: Don't cows usually eat grass? Why pigs? I feel like the grass would not smell as bad.
SWIFT: You've never spent time around cattle, I see. But no, the initial team tried hay, and the thing started falling apart. Dissolving itself. Turns out it needs minerals to keep itself running, and bones have a lot of those.
IVANOV: A bone-eating cave.
SWIFT: Yep.
IVANOV: I suppose I should be glad they're not my bones.
SWIFT: I mean, that's how they found out about it. One of the team got digested. Horrible stuff, but the cave started growing back.
IVANOV: And that's when they started tossing in pigs?
SWIFT: Eh… not quite.
IVANOV: Oh?
SWIFT: They weren't sure what exactly was causing the regrowth at first. Maybe it was the act of sacrifice, or maybe only human bodies were enough. The place was falling apart fast, so… they did what they could to save it.
IVANOV: That's…
SWIFT: Yeah. They got it figured out before I got assigned here, but… yeah. Eleven people, twelve if you count the first guy.
IVANOV: But those were D-class, no?
SWIFT: Does it matter?
Ivanov leans against the rumenoreticular wall and tilts his head upward. Swift sits at the edge of the rumen digesta pool.
IVANOV: If you do not agree with the Foundation, then why are you still here?
SWIFT: I never said… I don't agree with the Foundation on everything, true. But there isn't much glory out there for geologists.
Swift gestures to the rumenoreticular cavern.
SWIFT: I wanted to make a fucking difference, Argo, but now I'm a troglodyte in rural Siberia instead. The Foundation seemed like a good place, and I still think I have a place here, but sorry if I kind of get frustrated with the not-so-good sides of the whole thing.
Swift and Ivanov remain silent for 4 additional minutes until Phillips emerges from the reticular pool.
SWIFT: Hey, Tami-
PHILLIPS: Found it.
Phillips moves past Ivanov while cradling her right arm. She rapidly removes a pH meter from her pack, tests the reticular pool, tests the esophageal flow, sticks her right forearm under the esophageal flow, and screams.
SWIFT: Woah, hey, what‽
IVANOV: What the hell was down there?
PHILLIPS: Hardware disease. Tusk. Right wall. Tried to pull it out. Got caught on suit.
SWIFT: Hardware disease?
PHILLIPS: There's a fucking heart down there and something's tusk put a hole between it and the gut.
IVANOV: A heart? A live one?
PHILLIPS: Pulse and everything. Get that bandage out of my pack.
IVANOV: On it.
Swift begins attaching his diving mask to his suit.
PHILLIPS: Don't think I don't see what you're doing over there, Randy. Turns out that thing's leaking magma into the pool. You'll boil in there.
SWIFT: So we just wait for the Mole Rats, then?
PHILLIPS: Yes, we wait for them! You can be the big damn hero some other day.
SWIFT: They're over half a day away. If this thing has a hole in its heart, then it's going to die if we don't do something quickly, right?
PHILLIPS: It might not die.
IVANOV: Implying there's also a chance that it will.
PHILLIPS: Argo, I swear to WAN, stop encouraging him.
SWIFT: This is worth the risk. Please, trust me.
Swift removes an anchor drill and a knot of bungee cords from his pack.
IVANOV: Of course you still brought it.
SWIFT: Just in case.
IVANOV: First sign of trouble, and I'm dragging you out whether you want to come or not.
PHILLIPS: … Randy, do not fuck up.
SWIFT: Yes, ma'am.
Swift enters the reticular pool on the right side. Though helmet cam visibility is minimal, the anchor drill audibly scrapes along the wall as he dives. Swift inserts eight anchor pins into the wall before coming back to the surface.
SWIFT: I'm going to need your help with this.
Swift tosses some of the bungee cord onto the shore of the pool.
SWIFT: Other end's around the tusk. When I tug twice, pull it out, and I'll wind the bungee around the anchors to try to shut it.
PHILLIPS: I'm still down an arm. Argo, if you handle it at the shore, I'll run it to the other side of the cardia. Should help you from losing progress if it starts getting suctioned back in.
Ivanov gives a thumbs up and tosses the cord to Phillips.
IVANOV: Ready when you are.
Swift waves, then dives again. Thirty seconds pass.
IVANOV: Pull!
Swift's helmet camera abruptly regains visibility as a large tusk6 is removed from the rock wall to reveal live magma. The water in the immediate area begins to boil. Swift begins to rapidly wind the bungee cord around the eight anchors in a haphazard fashion. After a few passes, the opening begins to grow dimmer, either from the cooling of the magma or from the closure of the already-present stone walls.
Phillips reenters the rumenoreticulum.
PHILLIPS: Get ready to pull him out. I don't like how that water's bubbling.
IVANOV: Could be gas, no?
PHILLIPS: Not all in one place like that.
Swift reemerges from the pool, pulls himself onto the rumenoreticular wall, and collapses on his back. Phillips begins cutting away the damaged parts of his suit and bandaging the burnt regions across his arms and upper chest.
SWIFT: Whoo!
Phillips pauses care momentarily to flick him in the helmet.
PHILLIPS: You're a hopeless adrenaline junkie.
SWIFT: Hey, I've still got all four limbs. I'll count this one as a win.
[END LOG]
