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Item #: SCP-████
Object class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures:
SCP-████ is to be stored in site ██ in room █ and are only allowed by personnel with Level 3 clearance level or higher.
Description:
SCP-████ is a yellow carton box labeled happy pills in neat bold letters, containing 25 white round pills, recomended dose is 1 pill per day is written on the back of the box among other things, it looks like a common pill box you can buy everywhere.
It was discovered in █████ at ███ year 20██.
When consumed the subject becomes strangely calm and dosen't respond to any form of violence or other action against them, subjects seem willing to do anything asked of them in a happily manner, when asked to kill the subject showed no hesitation preforming such an action, subject has never before showed any form of malice against humans or animals before.
Dangerous inmates known for murder among other dangerous criminal acts such as ████ and ██, when consumed they have become very docile and not shown any form of dangerous tendencies from before they consumed the pills.
The subjects has been in the same state for over █ weeks and the effect of SCP-████ haven't shown any sign of decreasing.
Addendum XXXX-1:
6/██/20██
subject nr ██ was asked to take its own life and showed no hesitation doing it.
Addendum XXXX-2:
7/██/20██
Subject nr █ has been asked to constantly do chores without rest,
and has been doing that for █ days and is showing no sign of stopping despite the lack of food and water.
Addendum XXXX-3:
7/██/20██
Subject nr ██ have been ordered to be sad but has been unable to follow such an order.
And dosen't seem to be able to preform things with no prior knowlege of it.
I feel their eyes on me again, i hate them those little bastards but everyone else seems to love them. Those small eyes roaming the foundation without a care in the world, right?
Personally i think there is more than meets the eye and i want them contained.
When i tell others they keep saying they helped contain
173 so they must be nice, and they have never harmed anyone.
Well they said the same about 1048
and look what happened with that one, death, death and more death
it makes me sick to my stomach just thinking about it.
Their gazes feel so intense and cold, maybe it just me that think so?
Sometimes my workmates pick them up and hold them right in front of me, saying im ridicilous for thinking they are bad and evil, they think they are sooooo cuuuttee and im only paranoid.
Grabbing my lab coat im on my way to another experiment yet again and there they are staring at me, there seems also to be a small pool of liquid beside them seeping out from a slightly open door.
Red liquid, the smell of iron fills the air, can it really be?
The eyeballs are gone and its only me now.
Author notes:
Based on SCP-131
Day #1
Hello i'm Morgan Smith, 32 years old also known as D-Class nr 56, i'am currently residing in bulding ███ at site ██ i write this in my notebook that i have been allowed to keep, i recently got it and they told me i can do whatever i want with it. I have decided to make a diary out of it for now.
Today haven't been much to do so i will write more tomorrow hopefully.
Day #2
It's early morning and i have been told to test an SCP in half an hour, i always feel nervous then doing that and i guess i will never truly get used to it.
I will write more after the testing….
Testing is now done and i'am now back in my room, recently i hear buzzing sounds, it's pretty low and i have talked about it with the personell but they say i should probably get some sleep for now.
Day #3
I have been transported to a new site and have, i have asked why but they refuse to tell me.
I'm now in my new room in, its a dull grey color with a wooden chair and metal table in the corner of the room, a dim long light is on the roof of the room.
I feel uneasy for whats to come.
Day #4
I woke up by the alarm that it has been a breach and SCP-███ i currently roaming the building, the doors for my room has been opend and i don't hear anything outside except the alarm.
I'm walking around aimlessly searching for an exit and clearance cards, the alarm stopped for a while and its eary quiet.
After a while i found the exit, the door was open and i run for the exit, these chances don't come often.
I have escaped im finally fre……..
End of log nr 34
Note:
D-Class nr 56 currently in critical condition caused by SCP-███is currently in a form of coma.
By "wiering" him to a computer he has been able to enter a virutal reality, he "capaple" of feeling touch, smell, taste etc.
We are trying different scenarios such as blackout's, breaches, fires among others.
So he can still be of use despite being in coma.
His memorys are reset after every scenario to show his true emotions and what kind of actions he would take.
Log nr 35
Day #1
Hello i'm Morgan Smith, 32 years old also known as D-Class nr 56, i'am currently residing in bulding ███ at site ██ i write this in my notebook that i have been allowed to keep, i recently got it and they told me i can do whatever i want with it. I have decided to make a diary out of it for now.
Today haven't been much to do so i will write more tomorrow hopefully.
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