Ophiradex

Basic ideas

Working title: Your roommate is still in Lagos

Safe (maybe, think about it)

I’d like it to be a location, but this may shape up to be an event in the long run

Containment idea

Due to it appearing in several locations across the world, (except in africa) maybe have a D class become scp xxxx 1 and have undercover agents manage them
»do research on how ppl contain shit like this«

Description

That bed on the right side of a double dorm room seen in many boarding schools. Always in a boarding school, not yet seen in colleges. can be in hotels, dormitories, hostels, you name it. Any building that houses a large amount of people. Also always on right side of room. First appearance in 70s maybe current appearance in 2020. Any persons who sit on the bed will become scp xxxx 1 and succumb to its affects. Affects noticeably worsen the longer scp xxxx 1 “lives in” its side of the room ( ie sleeping in bed, using desk, decorating room and such) roommate never appears throughout the year, and after the is over, the room disappears for the summer and reappears at another school location the next year. There can only be one scp xxxx 1 at a time.

Effects

Non lethal: upper back pain and pain when taking deep breaths. Subject will insist they are fine despite visible uncomfortable actions.
After Ava

tale time

scp 4734 ex

Clark and Lewis stood over the juicer, looking down at it like some sort of sought after cache they had finally attained access to. Because it was. For the past two weeks they had been trying to get their hands on the fabled thing, but every single attempt made before this moment had resulted in some near miss.
It was in use already.
It was missing (Don't read into it too much).
One of the two forgets the ingredients.
Things like that. But now the room was empty (it's 4 AM), the juicer was tangible and in working condition, and the only sound heard other than the buzz of the fluorescent lights about was the rustle of the plastic bag in Lewis' grip as he moved to place it on the counter.
"Ok, so we have some blueberries »5801«, bananas, sweetener, and… coconut oil," Lewis listed out while taking the ingredients out the bag. His pace slowed significantly when he came upon the final ingredient, and he side-eyed Clark.
"I read that it boosts brain function in Alzheimer's »3297«," Clark promptly responded.
Lewis sighed. "Your ingredients, your choice. How'd you even get the blueberries?"
"Oh, the guy didn't mind. Let me pick some off of him."
"Well I hope some creepy shit doesn't happen when we drink this. You've tested that, right?"
Clark's face was still in the same position it was in before, and his eyes focused on the bananas he had started peeling. "C'mon. We need to hurry and get this done before anyone comes in and wants to mooch off of our creation."
"Creation? I thought you found this recipe off of some health website?"
"Well, yes. And that still doesn't make it any less of a creation. But I'm talking about the one that'll come out of using this bad boy here," Clark spoke, gesturing over at the juicer that was beside them. "Heard it spits out ideas."
"Well if it's in here it probably doesn't."
"Just a tale, but worth a try."
The blueberries were poured in first. Lewis wondered if Clark was lying about where he got them. Too many berries for one snowman. And blueberries specifically?

formatting practice

Item#: XXXX

Level2

Containment Class:

euclid

Secondary Class:

none

Disruption Class:

dark

Risk Class:

caution

link to memo

Clearly that didn’t work.

Edit: I guess it does???