INCIDENT REPORT: JANUARY 19th
An anomalous humanoid entity was apprehended while attempting to cross the boundaries of the exclusion area. Initially security agents assumed entity was a human and prepared to administer a low-level amnestic as per standard site procedure. Entity's anomalous properties became apparent when Agent Laura Procne, called in as backup, stated she could not see or interact with the entity.
The security agents escorted the entity to the main Site-██ facility. Upon being brought into the facility, the entity immediately breached containment and began to move rapidly through the site, passing through walls to do so. It showed a strong intuition for the layout of the site, and did not appear to interact physically with any of the agents attempting to contain it. The entity eventually stopped moving in the research wing, where it attempted to access a computer terminal. Researcher Aven was able to recontain the entity by latching a Scranton Reality Anchor to it, at which point agents were again able to physically interact with it and secure it in a holding cell.
Entity's Hume measurements were recorded as abnormally low, with occasional spikes around 40-50 minutes apart. These fluctuations match those recorded around other parts of the exclusion area, particularly [REDACTED]. Consequently, we will attempt to secure the entity here for study for 1-2 weeks. Special Containment Procedures are in progress.
Agent Procne is still unable to see the entity, even with the addition of a Scranton Reality Anchor. I suspect the most likely cause is her abnormally high CRV.
— Head Researcher Jasper Oren, Provisional Site ██.
Dr. Oren concluded his report and looked out the window into the forest. Grey branches, interspersed with curtains of green-grey hanging moss. The Provisional Site covered an exclusion zone of several square miles, where there was supposed to be ongoing fluctuation of reality. This was the first exciting thing to happen in a while, though.
It had been two years- three years since the construction of the site facility- and one would think that something more interesting would pop up than a few Hume spikes and one or two reports of illusions or ghosts.
(That reminded him, he had to check in with the agents who were supposed to be looking for the "ghost wolves." He had suspicions that the Sidhe were involved, though if they were they were certainly keeping a lower profile than they often did.)
Oren poured himself another half-cup of coffee, and put a sugar cube in it.
There was a knock on his office door. "Come in," he said, glancing up.
"It's Alma."
"Doctor Hallsen. Good to see you." The site psychiatrist- she was about his age, probably, with perpetual worry lines. Everyone had worry lines. Alma Hallsen's were emphasized by her generally harried appearance and flyaway hair (currently contained within a bandanna decorated with small ravens.) "Anything in particular you need? I have coffee."
"Permission to interview the new anomaly," said Hallsen.
"I imagine they'll send down someone specializing in humanoid anomalies," replied Oren, blinking owlishly. "I just sent the incident report."
"And I specialize in humans. I never get to do anomalies." Hallsen opened her thermos and emptied the rest of his coffee pot into it.
Oren sighed. "All right, we'll justify it somehow. Did you send me the report on Agent Procne yet?"
"Yes," said Hallsen. Her gaze became distant and worried for a moment, and she pushed her glasses further up her nose. "When I talked to her- she checked out all right, but she seemed so sad."
Interviewed: Entity "SCP-XXXX," designation pending.
Interviewer: Dr. Alma Hallsen, staff psychiatrist at Provisional Site ██.
Foreword: The entity appears amenable to answering questions, although it claims to know very little about its anomalous properties and current situation. Throughout the interview, it seems uncomfortable with the reality anchor attached to its arm and makes several attempts to pull it off.
<Begin Log, 13:45>
SCP-XXXX: Hello, Doctor. Sorry about the trouble earlier.
Dr. Hallsen: Security says that they handcuffed you and were bringing you in to the lab when you suddenly removed your hands from the cuffs and walked through a wall. Is that right?
SCP-XXXX: I guess that's correct. This is, uh, a pretty nice room. Do I have a number yet or is it more of a temporary storage kind of situation?
Dr. Hallsen: No number yet, we're just doing some investigating into what your situation is. Back on topic, can you explain how you were able to escape containment?
SCP-XXXX: My molecular structure is borderline nonexistent, I think. It feels- it feels sort of thin, in here. I can ignore things in the immediate reality.
Dr. Hallsen: Okay. How long have you been able to walk through walls like that?
SCP-XXXX: Well, I can’t remember very far back right now. It was only about two years ago that I ended up here, even though I think I existed before then. Here being, being this planet. Maybe this dimension. It was all kind of just nothing before that, I guess.
Dr. Hallsen: You think you're not from this dimension?
SCP-XXXX: No, no, that's not right. That's pulp sci-fi. Or do other dimensions really exist? Uh, I guess you would know if anybody does.
Dr. Hallsen: Why were you at [REDACTED]?
SCP-XXXX: I just got bored of wandering around like a hobo and figured I would, uh. Entity pauses, frowning. I saw some interesting looking vans headed that way and wanted to see what was up.
Dr. Hallsen: You seem confused.
SCP-XXXX: I am confused. My memory isn't as good as it used to be. Or it was never good, um, I don't know.
Dr. Hallsen: What did you find interesting about the Foundation vans?
SCP-XXXX: Sorry, I don't know. I was bored, just…bored. And feeling kind of down. It's hard when you can't touch people, you know? I thought I'd investigate the forest for a while.
Dr. Hallsen: All right. Please let me know if there's anything you need- we can provide you with books or magazines on site, though I'm afraid you won't be able to access any electronics. I'll be back for a follow up interview within a couple days, if you have nothing else specific to talk about.
SCP-XXXX: See you then.
<End Log, 13:52>
Closing Statement: I would say the entity was suffering from a particularly bad reaction to amnestics, except that obviously you can't give amnestics to something semi-corporeal. -Dr. Hallsen
DRAFTED DATABASE ENTRY FOR ENTITY ██-A
January 30th
Item #: Designation Pending ("SCP-XXXX")
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Entity should be contained in a standard sized containment unit outfitted with two Scranton Reality Anchors. New personnel assigned to SCP-XXXX must wear SCRAMBLE visors to negate its visually transmitted component, (unless given permission for exposure by the supervising researcher.) Personnel who have been exposed to SCP-XXXX’s memetic properties must take a short-term amnestic after viewing SCP-XXXX.
SCP-XXXX does not require food or sleep, (unclear currently if it's even capable of eating?) but occasionally requests encyclopedias, science magazines, and other nonfiction literature.
Description: SCP-XXXX is an incorporeal entity whose primary anomalous property is a cognitive effect causing subjects to perceive it as an ordinary human. SCP-XXXX appears as a Caucasian human male(?) aged approximately 25 30. SCP-XXXX has very abnormally low Hume readings, and has the ability to pass through many or most solid materials. Further testing is underway.
SCP-XXXX regularly attempts to breach containment, but is nonhostile towards Foundation personnel and otherwise collaborative while contained. Refer to the recovery log for a report of SCP-XXXX's initial breach.
Notes: Entity ██-A might need to be classified as a -1 for the overall exclusion area anomaly, but its behavior seems unique enough to merit being given its own designation. There was initial concern on-site about the entity's potential cognitohazardous capabilities, but after some testing with our limited number of on-site D-class it seems that there are no adverse effects to exposure other than, well, seeing the thing. It looks so normal. I guess it just has one of those faces that always seems familiar.
-Senior Researcher Jacob Oren
Dr. Oren meandered out of his office into the breakroom. Three people here- Dr. Hallsen, making notes on a clipboard, Dr. Skyr, and Agent Procne, a muscular Asian-American woman in a pastel buttondown. He poured himself a cup of lukewarm coffee.
"How's work, Dr. Oren?" asked Skyr with an eager sort of smile. Hallsen looked up briefly and then went back to fiddling with her notes. (Procne's earbuds were in, and one foot tapped slowly on the linoleum.)
"Not too badly," he answered. "Tried drafting a file for our new acquisition. Anything on the Hume monitors?"
Skyr put down the cube and fumbled in their pocket, retrieving several folded pieces of graph paper. "Not much," they admitted, "But Colin- er, sorry, Agent Swan- was on duty in the woods and he saw some weird shadowy shapes, out in that one clearing we've been monitoring. He couldn't get anything visuals on the recording equipment, but he did record increased temperatures and Hume spikes with-" they checked the paper again, squinting a bit- "a mean difference of negative point eight five."
"Negative?"
"Downwards, sir. Hume drops, would be the more accurate description."
He took a mouthful of the warmish coffee and grimaced a little, going to add more sugar into it. "Who's on duty with the anomaly right now?"
Skyr glanced over at Procne. "Swan," she said, popping out an earbud. "But it wants to talk to you."
Interviewed: Entity "SCP-XXXX," designation pending.
Interviewer: Dr. Jasper Oren, Head Researcher at Provisional Site ██.
Foreword: Dr. Oren wears a visor to negate the entity's cognitive effect, causing it to appear as a "dimly luminous outline," as described by other staff in SCRAMBLE gear. Entity appears distraught, moving quickly around the room before being instructed to sit down, at which point it moves over and hovers above the provided chair.
<Begin Log, 15:30>
SCP-XXXX: Hi. You must be Dr. Oren?
Dr. Oren: I am. Afternoon.
SCP-XXXX: Look, I'm- I want to see my file. You have those, on the computers. They're like- I've seen them when I get out, they're those terminal things with the spinning logos…?
Dr. Oren: It's impossible to allow you access to your own file.
SCP-XXXX: (Laughs.) Right. That would be really bad for security. Um, can you tell me, though. Am I a humanoid? Is that what it says? Or am I a memetic hazard or, or something? I'm really not very hazardous.
Dr. Oren: Did someone tell you you were a memetic hazard?
SCP-XXXX: Well, it just…I just thought…shit. I don't remember? I-
Dr. Oren: Where did you learn that phrasing?
SCP-XXXX: I'm sorry. I- like, when you blank out on something?
(At this point in the interview, Dr. Oren temporarily deactivated the filtering equipment in his visor. He immediately perceived SCP-XXXX in its "default" form, sitting on the chair. The entity looked extremely distraught and confused, and stuttered for several more seconds before falling silent.)
Dr. Oren: I'm afraid we can't give you any information about your file. If there's anything else we can do to make you more comfortable feel free to request it.
SCP-XXXX: What's with the agent who can't see me? Is that some, some kind of weird experiment? She feels familiar.
Dr. Oren: She has partial resistance to cognitive effects.
SCP-XXXX: Which I am, then.
SCP-XXXX: Thanks, Dr. Oren. Sorry about all the trouble.
(Entity refuses to interact again for the remainder of the interview.)
<End Log, 15:40>
Closing Statement: It will still never feel normal to record yourself in the third person. Based on its patterns of behavior, I think we can conclude that the entity has some prior experience with the Foundation that it's either hiding or lying about. I might call Dr. Hallsen in to question it again, it seemed to like her.
To: Senior Researcher Dr. Jacob Oren
From: Site-01
Subject: POTENTIAL REALITY DISTORTION
Dear Dr. Oren,
We have reason to believe that a researcher has disappeared from your Site during a reality shift or other reality alteration event. Financial records show that five researchers were receiving funds, but the most recent staff roster of Provisional Site ██ shows only yourself, Drs. Hallsen and Skyr, and Junior Researcher Aven, as well as two security agents. Please continue monitoring dangerous Hume levels and potential reality shifts in the area controlled by your Site.
To: Site-01
From: Senior Researcher Dr. Jacob Oren
Subject: RE: POTENTIAL REALITY DISTORTION
Command, we do not have a Dr. Hallsen on site. Staff records have been badly corrupted on all computer terminals. Please advise.
-Dr. Oren
Special Containment Procedures: When weather patterns appear conducive to an SCP-XXXX event, agents are to be dispatched to the area with the primary goal of containing an SCP-XXXX-1 instance and the secondary goal of mitigating civilian casualties. Civilians in the area of effect of an SCP-XXXX event are to be instructed to remain indoors until the event resolves. In North American instances, Foundation agents are not to interfere with UIU damage mitigation efforts in the area.
Update 8/19: It is suggested that injuring or containing SCP-XXXX-1 may cause an event to resolve early. (See retrieval attempt in Addendum XXXX.02.)
Description: SCP-XXXX is a phenomenon which takes place during rainstorms in desert and grassland biomes. During an SCP-XXXX event, the storm will become very intense, usually causing power outages and flash flooding in the area. The end of the event is marked by an increase in wind and subsequent rapid dispersion of the storm. SCP-XXXX appears to primarily target rural towns with small populations.
Individuals in the area who are fully exposed to the rain during the event may become disoriented and walk into the desert. Based on the reports of survivors, SCP-XXXX has a spatial warping effect, resulting in their ending up in the wilderness up to 14 miles away from their last reported location.
In an estimated 80% of cases, subjects then experience further disorientation and a compulsion to bury themselves in the desert, generally resulting in the subject being covered by sand and mud from the flash flooding associated with SCP-XXXX.
None of the bodies of the affected subjects have been retrieved after the conclusion of an SCP-XXXX event, though one partially buried individual has been exhumed during the course of an event. Locations 18, 19, and 23 have shown some disturbance on the surface suggesting that the bodies may have been pulled into the earth, but ground penetrating radar has shown no abnormalities.
In three accounts of SCP-XXXX, witnesses have mentioned seeing an entity designated SCP-XXXX-1. The entity is universally described as being "grey" and "featureless," as well as being fairly large- though there is no consensus between observers over whether it is humanoid or animalistic. A Foundation agent who witnessed an event described SCP-XXXX-1 as ursine and "made of glass or water" [sic]. It was reported to vanish when agents approached.
During an SCP-XXXX event, some civilians in the area have reported hearing high-frequency musical tones outside their houses. It is currently thought that these sounds are created by SCP-XXXX-1.
See File XXXX.2-C for a complete list of incidents 1952-2020.
Incident 01: The first formally reported instance of SCP-XXXX. Occurred in October in Morocco. Three members of a tour in the Sahara desert went missing, all between the ages of 19-30. Two disappearances were likewise reported in the town of ██████. A local guide affiliated with the tour group reported hearing a flute during the storm.
Incident 11: An instance which occurred in March in Utah, USA. Instance was accompanied by an apparently non-anomalous flash flood which killed two hikers, in addition to 11 disappearances over a 50-mile radius. This is the largest radius over which the effects of SCP-XXXX have been seen.
Incident 12: The third and final SCP-XXXX event to occur in 1971. Event occurred in December in the Thar Desert in India. Five reported casualties. A watch belonging one of the affected individuals was found four miles into the desert, partially buried. Three instances in one year remains the record.
Incident 29: Incident in Nevada, USA, reported by UIU agents who later collaborated with the Foundation task force and shared recovered video footage from a gas station on site. Footage seems to show SCP-XXXX-1 as a large, partially translucent entity visible in the rain for 2.7 seconds. Entity appears bipedal, but crouched. Entity holds a long, straight item in one hand. Ten minutes later, an individual identified as one of the casualties of the event walks past the gas station, looking around in apparent confusion and distress.
Incident 37: In September of 2017, Foundation researchers were able to predict a burgeoning SCP-XXXX event in Arizona, USA. A group of agents placed recording devices in the area and detected, over the four-hour duration of the event, some of the musical tones associated with SCP-XXXX as well as three instances of mild ground tremors.
Also during this instance, agents were able to find Ms. ███████, referred to as Subject XXXX-B, partially buried in earth and unconscious. Despite her mouth and nose being filled with wet sand, XXXX-B was still alive and regained consciousness after agents cleared the obstruction and provided her with oxygen. She was placed under observation for a week, and having shown no sign of long term anomalous aftereffects was given a low-level amnesic and released to her family. See addendum XXXX.01 for interview transcript.
Interviewed: Subject XXXX-B, retrieved from an SCP-XXXX event in Arizona. Caucasian female, 31 years old.
Interviewer: Researcher Aven Davies
Foreword: Subject XXXX-B discusses the SCP-XXXX event, though in places her memories are indistinct. It appears she was hallucinating for a large part of the experience.
<Begin Log>
Researcher Davies: Let's start with this. What were you doing on the night of the 14th, when the rain started?
Subject: Watching TV. My show ended and I decided to step outside and see the rain- it's not super common this time of year, you know?
Researcher Davies: Did you leave your porch?
Subject: I wasn't planning to, but then I heard some weird noises- and I saw something in the rain. It might've been a cat, and I was worried about it. I put my hood up and went to go see if I could get the cat, but then I got closer and I realized it was bigger than a cat. Like, a big grey dog. It was… wait, you're not going to tell anyone about this, right?
Researcher Davies: It's all classified. We just collect information about events like this to keep people safe. Could you tell me more about the strange noises you mentioned?
Subject: It was…singing. A singing dog, in the rain. I followed it for a while, and it sort of kept getting bigger, and I couldn't see any buildings. I should have been just about in Judy's driveway, I think, but I couldn't see her house so I decided to turn around and head home before the storm got any worse. Could barely see my hand in front of my face. Subject pauses.
Researcher Davies: Noted. What happened after that?
Subject: Uh. I started understanding what it was singing, and I started feeling things. It comes from the desert below- the world- the world below the desert. It wakes up when it rains, like a frog. It was so hungry. I saw someone else in the rain- I thought maybe it was Judy, but she was walking faster than I was and I lost sight of her. She was all muddy. I don't know who it was. The thing was still singing, and it was like- need. Desire. I thought maybe it was singing to me, but I think now that it was singing to the rain. To the water. I sang too.
I wanted to go to the world that lives in the desert. I started pushing around the dirt, even though I was kind of freaked out that I'd somehow lost my way enough to end up outside of town. I think maybe I wanted to shelter from the storm? The dog came up to me and it didn't have any eyes, just a sheet of falling water. I must have been dreaming, right? Subject appears increasingly distressed throughout this portion of the interview, looking up at the ceiling and around the room several times.
Researcher Davies: We can continue this interview at another time, if you feel uncomfortable.
Subject: No, no, that's the end. I must have been dreaming, because then I woke up with you, uh, government guys. Am I in trouble? I swear I wasn't on anything, except like I was drinking some wine beforehand.
Researcher Davies: You're not in trouble. Why did you cover yourself in dirt?
Subject: Because- it felt safe, and good. I guess I really was drunk, and I wanted to get out of the rain. There was water everywhere. I was a little worried that it was gonna flood.
Researcher Davies: You said you received emotional impressions from the entity you encountered. The dog. Can you tell me anything else about it?
Subject: It sleeps in the desert outside of time. Like a frog- Dr. Davies, do you know anything about frogs? I saw a documentary once about how the frogs get woken up from being buried underground, when it rains. It wants food, I think. It doesn't eat meat. It eats, uh, awe. The thirst for sky and water. Or maybe it just eats sky and sound and storms. I dream the desert sometimes, the endless one. Note: Subject's speech becomes more precise and enunciated during this part of the conversation. Voice is also more insistent when describing the desert.
Researcher Davies: Tell me about the desert.
Subject: It's red and gold and brown like- I don't know what. The sky is so blue it burns, and the ground burns, and so does all the gold, but the only thing that moves is the sand. There is no rain there, and no singing.
Subject coughs and gags, reaching into mouth.
Researcher Davies: Ma'am?
Subject dislodges a chunk of damp, reddish sand from throat and coughs wetly several more times before subsiding.
Researcher Davies: Holy- Are you all right, ma'am? Should I call in medical help?
Subject shakes head. Researcher Davies resumes seated position.
Researcher Davies: How frequently has this been happening?
Subject: A couple times a day? The doctor said it was just from all the mud I breathed in, I guess.
Researcher Davies: Right. You're going to need to stay under supervision for a little while, just to make sure there's no other ill effects. We'll have some follow-up questions later.
<End Log>
Closing Statement: Once Subject XXXX-B stopped expelling sand, three days after this interview, she was dosed with amnestics and given the cover story that she had gotten drunk while watching the rainstorm and wandered out of town, eventually passing out.
Her description of SCP-XXXX-1 as a "dog" fits well with Agent Procne's description of it as being ursine- though Agent Procne states that it was crouching on its hind legs when the team attempted to approach. I move that we change XXXX-1's description to "a large, animalistic entity."
- Junior Researcher A. Davies
Retrieval Team Members:
Dr. L█████, Religious Entities and Ritual Specialist
Agent Orchid
Agent Skyr
Agent Shander
Retrieval team is outfitted in full tactical gear and deployed during an ongoing SCP-XXXX event. Team takes up positions on the town outskirts of ███ ██████, Texas, with the intent to lure or force SCP-XXXX-1 into a containment zone where staff will attempt to freeze it as the first of a series of proposed containment procedures.
Audio-Visual Log, 8.02.19
Team waits 25 minutes before encountering any anomalous activity.
Shander: Does anyone else hear that?
Orchid: Just the rain, so far.
Shander: I think I hear it. The music- it's like a woodwind, a flute. Like with ████, it's like the memory of music.
L█████: In what direction?
Shander: It's coming from the rain. Maybe rain always makes a sound like this.
L█████: Agent Shander, are you able to continue with the mission?
Orchid: Calm down. Doesn't matter if Shander can hear it or not, we need visual.
2 minutes pass. Rain continues to fall. Water in the roadside ditches rises to the level of the highway, spilling onto the asphalt.
Orchid: Check in, all. Agent Orchid, here. No visual or sound yet.
L█████: Dr. L█████, here. No visual contact yet, but I think I hear the music. Recording helmet feed.
Skyr: Agent Skyr, here. No music. No visual. Kinda soggy.
Seventeen seconds of silence. Faint, individual musical tones can be heard from Dr. L.s helmet feed.
Orchid: Shander?
Shander: Agent Shander, here. The hunger is for hunger.
Orchid: …Well, shit.
L█████: Agent Shander, clarify.
Shander: Like the lady said, it wants awe and it wants longing. And it wants blood, too, for the desert. But that's not as important as the- the- hang on, I almost have the word. The trick is understanding the piping.
Skyr: I have visual!
L█████: Confirmed.
Shander: *Whoa.* Yeah, visual confirmed.
Feed from team members shows an entity crouched on its hind legs, made from a shimmering silver-grey substance. It appears to wear a wide-brimmed hat of a translucent material, possibly ice. A curtain of rainwater falls from the brim of the hat, obscuring the rest of the entity.
L█████: We could lure it to the containment zone with Shander, maybe. If it wants him- the other times we've run into -1 it's disappeared when agents got close.
Shander: It does want me to be part of the desert. I can understand *that.* Um. (Static.) Containment zone, right.
Orchid: Good pl- Shander!
Agent Shander has begun to walk in a direction he later reported believing was 'back to the containment zone.' He is instead moving directly towards XXXX-1, and about to step into the flooded ditch at the edge of the highway. Junior Agent Skyr grabs onto him, and both fall into the muddy water and do not resurface.
Orchid: Shit. Command, are you getting this? Skyr and Shander just fell off the road and haven't come back up. It shouldn't have been deep enough to cover both of them.
L█████: I'm keeping eyes on the entity. Definitely made from water, so the flash freezing could still work- wait, it's lowered the instrument. I think it's looking at us. Placing some sensors now to see if we can get a reading off of this thing.
Agent Orchid pulls a metal tank of the freezing solution out of his equipment bag and affixes a nozzle. SCP-XXXX-1 does not move after lowering its instrument, and L█████ is able to assemble their field equipment to find a general measure of Akiva radiation (see File TH-73.01 for exact procedure).
Orchid: I need to get closer. This isn't enough to freeze it, but we'll at least know if it works for containment.
L█████: Don't move. I need another nine seconds.
SCP-XXXX-1 tilts its head in the direction of the sky, and then drops to all fours. A single musical note sounds, and recording equipment picks up a small tremor. One of the silver antennae in L█████'s field rig breaks in half. Dr. L█████ swears violently. Agent Orchid runs forward, leaping across the flooded ditch, and sprays the entity with the freezing solution. It appears distressed, though it emits no vocalizations, and partially dematerializes into the rain. The side of its body remains partially crystallized for two more seconds before dematerializing. The SCP-XXXX event suddenly ends, sunlight breaking through the clouds as the rain dies down.
Orchid: At least that did something.
L█████: Command says Skyr's GPS tracker is back online. We should try and find them.
Both missing agents survived, but their recording equipment is destroyed. When found, Agent Shander is unconscious and the inside of his helmet is filled with a gritty, red mud like that reported in the mouth of Subject XXXX-B. Agent Skyr's helmet is undamaged, but she is covered in damp sand and temporarily nonverbal.
After Action Report
Upon return to base, Agent Skyr reported that she and Agent Shander had temporarily found themselves in a "different desert, partially buried in damp sand under a blue sky" until she had pulled Shander out and attempted to start walking. When they began to walk, another spatial distortion returned them to Texas, some thirteen miles southeast of their original location. Agent Shander had nothing to add to this report except that "there was water under the ground but none at all in the sky, and there never was" [sic.] Both agents were placed on leave for two weeks after this incident.
Dr. L█████ was able to retain some of the readings they collected, and reports that there was a mild rise in background Akiva radiation during the SCP-XXXX event. Further data collection is in progress. Agent Orchid's successful attack on SCP-XXXX-1 appears to have ended the event up to an hour before it was scheduled to self-resolve. He suggests that the containment procedures of SCP-XXXX be updated accordingly.
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