Presque(Currently for something 12+ chapters)v

If you design a living thing and don't have the care to give it a voice, ears, eyes, or a body plan that you have proof will work under physics, and make it flesh…how would it be different than a naturally aborted fetus that could only hope for the kindness of a painless death? If it can be called a fetus.

Even magic can not be that magical.

How many mistakes can you imagine might have happened before one successful species- how many genetic mutations?


How many versions does an inventor make before finding something that works?


What is the chance for a chimpanzee that does not know how to write, to write one coherent sentence, much less an entire masterpiece, unguided?

ODM = Original Design Manufacturer.
Operative Disease Mouse.
Operative- Denoting computers and programs, but also surgery and modification.
Disease - Denoting its apparent purpose as an offensive virulence toward some group (likely Oneiroi) as well as its symptoms (including "death" by physical erasure from existence, and possibly complete death if everyone is infected and subsequently "eaten".)
Mouse - Also denoting a computer/manmade program but also vermin, viruses, and how it appeared as a mouse in the first place.

It had some flaws- reanimating something(s) that had been (brain)dead (if ever alive or just "ever" at all) with the slurry of discarded victims minds floating around in a much less physical space, for one.

These something(s) couldn't stay alive in that without being maintained by outside awareness, or at least being fed. Thus, they were labeled as hallucinations- something there, but not really.

They could slip into predefined expectations, or become a mess of borrowed symbolisms and assumptions. The latter tended to be simplified over time, with the likening to something else being easier or easier to picture/recall than a mathematically/geometrically precise description.

Primal instincts and unwitting observation could also affect them gradually or immediately, and debase them and/or their minds.1

The described hallucinations are purposely given leeway with those descriptions because there was/is an apparently unconscious tendency to share/transfer stress and other basic but powerful moods if there are enough in one concentrated area and/or there long enough to leave that kind of "stain". Sort of like how a place that no one actually died in becomes haunted because everyone says it is, or how workplaces always seem stuffy and uncomfortable, except the outside influence here isn't exactly another person.

Although the wording is purposely uncertain to try to keep them "soft" and weak and therefore more containable; a balance between shattering something that's actually pretty fragile where it then matters and making it too sturdy (and perhaps too bold) to break down again. The set amount of staff and the necessity to make people forget/remain unaware, regardless of how important they are, are basically for the same reasons.

Due to the basic logic that inanimate objects cannot normally move on their own and that they are not human, the trend of non-human animals or humanoids with animal features was going to happen. It is referenced by the "goat" hallucination, which is also spattered with indirect mentions of attention seeking and/or annoying and inherently delictual behavior from them collectively. Silently breaching containment by moving through real objects when their grounding is especially wan and stealing things to gain attention and avoid said physical nonexistence being the two most common/obvious…although some (including casualties) seem to be making a game of the latter due to boredom, which can also be considered as referenced by the text depending on how it is understood.

Examples:

First person: "Its head kind of looked like a deer."
Fifth person: "It's like a deer."
Seventh person: "It is just a normal deer."


"I saw something in my periphereal vision, and the primate in me saw a snake. And so it was."


"It is just a piece of furniture- my brain instantly registers it as harmless, non-living, and immobile without me having to think about it."


The deal with the reassembled people isn't exactly the same, since they already have the baggage of memories, a grasp of identity and entitlement to how things should be, etc.




Basic timeline:

The ODM prototype arrived here somehow, causing havoc. It still caused havoc after containment, but another problem was quickly noticed.

Said new problem was studied, and said new problem's tendency toward being unpredictable and irrational becomes "exacerbated" (mostly from the feeling of surprise, bewilderment, etc, which was started to be realised only after they drifted over to where the d-class were and caused a varying range of mischief there). It also became obvious they're multiplying somehow, even though they started the annoying habit of switching appearances with each other to avoid starving and dissipation.

It quickly became obvious that the use of amnestics caused agitated behavior until it became a sort of pattern; you can imagine the increasingly palpable feeling of being watched and/or feeling of being unsafe that came after every termination regardless of whether it became expected or not. Also, vivid nightmares of executions that couldn't be escaped from until after the pain of/and dreamed death. Replaced by dreams (and sometimes waking visions) of a first-person view of eating babies alive (or seeing through the (possibly blurry and still-developing) eyes of a baby as they are eaten) after that second mistake- either a "why did you want this" or "we won't let you forget."2

Positive reinforcement was considered, but then they immediately started following people outside the whole property without being noticed; the lack of notice from machines/electronics made things even more difficult from the get-go. Depending on the situation and setting, there were different shades of appropriate panic trying to take/maintain control/order of said situation. The incarceration and use of civilians plagued by one or more of these things as D-Class may or may not have happened or begun to happen at this time due to necessity for immediate action and the noted resistance against leaving said civilians alone.

The first solution to this was to deny that they were anything more than hallucinations. This works somewhat, although the issue with them multiplying makes this only temporarily effective.

The site director was "eaten" by the ODM prototype and is unofficially replaced by the lead researcher after other scps are transferred out, due to increasingly obvious hazards by being even around the mouse and possible disruptions from the sudden loss of capable people.

And then while the foundation was still trying to figure out how they work, someone (a D-class, while in their quarters) punches a visual compromise between an owl and a bar stool and it explodes into a slow-motion cloud of what was assumed to be (and also more or less confirmed) "fetal" stages of these things. A thought bubble; a half baked idea?

Testing may or may not have made a living ball of wind for two minutes and thirty five seconds, a(n almost) horse that was asserted to one D-Class to be "faster than the speed of light" to see what would happen (it did not; the D-Class suffered brain death and it also "died",) a reptile with wings resembling those from the order Chiroptera(broken after testing, apparently too "weak" to set real objects on fire- tried to set staff members on fire,) a small wooden house with a chimney pipe in the shape of the head of a female Gallus gallus domesticus and one pair of lower limbs of the same species (immediately ran away, large enough to jump over the border wall meant to both symbolically and literally impede such attempts (but also was proving useful keeping things out,) seen torn apart less than a mile away by said unidentifiable entities- was also what stopped the testing.3

Things continue to get more and more tense, especially as the D-class needed to be transferred out and/or disposed of. Someone has the idea to corall them with inherited paranoia of the outside world. That "somehow manages" to work (if they had a reason to hide within there, how much worse was the rest of the world? It's like a dog that has become used to the pattern of abuse- not okay with it, but at least still alive and trying to avoid more- a new wall around the area also might have helped), which also helps lead to the most current revision of special containment procedures.

Just days before all the paperwork for that kind of change would have gone through, a "dinosaur" formed by a finally bursting swell of negative emotion and unstable "unborn" causes major structural damage and more than a few fatalities before it falls apart itself. Some D-class manage to escape, along with some of the "hallucinations".

While that structural damage is being repaired, the staff working there are overturned by/supplemented with people who were legitimately diagnosed with antisocial disorder, to further control [the] things and their unknown but certainly oversaturated numbers. Someone eventually links (confirms) this with how the mouse is "eating" people, as referenced in the line "putting them back together, but it is hard now" which is an intentionally manipulated/heavily spliced record of successful communication, which incidentally led to more questions and some confirmed speculations.

This leads to a false sense of regained control, and the mistake of killing multiple that were first given the comprehended idea of "eat baby" leads to another disaster that, while helping cut down the then-swarm of surreal things, also started a pandemic4 of human infants (and other things called "baby" a lot in the past or currently in the present) being eaten. Or maybe this happened along with the first explosion; the amnestics and need to not acknowledge unwanted behavior (including writing it down) makes the when of this unclear, as well as the sheer difficulty to identify and predict them with such an open (and gruesome) purpose.5




If things go "well" it (it being the resulting mistake, assuming it was a mistake) would just dissipate back into apparent nonexistence, with possible increased temporary phenomena (that may or may not reflect previous instances) appearing due to contemporary superstition, or an even briefer and less common localized phenomenon of warped reality that may or may not be noticed.67

On a side note, their inability to be human-like seems to be at least partially from an awareness that they are not from both sides. Or maybe for another reason, like the assumption of it being because of "rules" (see below) likely becoming the reason (with time being uncertain, if even relevant.)8

Side-side note: Animals with more instinct than brain may attack or flee because they see something that is A: A threat or B: Something new/unnatural that probably is a threat. Things, like insects, don't notice at all or just see something that is bigger than them. There seem to be exceptions in ecological zones that do not have (many) predators, such as the Galapagos, and the more mundane examples of domesticated animals (which may include humans, if considering theories of self-domestication.)

Side-side-side note: While this might have started from what seems like failed revenge or weapons-testing, Inviv sounds like what you think a biotech or pharmaceutical company would have as a name, even though it is a design manufacturer. Maybe like anartists except with commercial function in mind?

That meant there were more things likely watching, listening, etc. which may or may not have been worse than two more developments: the misplaced people put back together as completely as possible and the constructs that had become "braindead" again- either slipping into predefined archetypal or otherwise supernatural cultural figures, and/or mindlessly doing what they were defined to be doing before their sentience was denied as being/disproved/etc.9

Side-side-side-side note: That the mouse is starting to appear in photographs is indicative of more than just the mouse; it may be possible that one might eventually become part of the everything, for lack of a better term to describe everything that "really exists". This fits the possibility of it being a tool to fix or replace some broken part of a world or something…if that wasn't so preposterous, right?

Probably more likely a tool for people who can't bend reality normally although that also fits the above. Huh….

Maybe a cheap all-in-one evolutionary or physiology model, compared to the hundreds of generations needed for genetic selection or thousands of years for a new species. (There might be a lot of liquid showers and screaming if you don't know what you're doing and it becomes real enough to have flesh and blood.)

Maybe a way to send information between two very distant points.

Or maybe it's to level the playing field with something that can become immune to being played with like clay by everyone that it isn't attached to.

Maybe it's a sadists wet dream.

Maybe it's a thought-eater that can also (eventually) decipher/copy your memories, due to them being technically already inside your brain (like a (not literal) marker flag with a string tied to the pole unless/until you push/pull/ it out or forget/forget it's there, just like a meme or real object), and you(r consciousness) being electrical pulses which are also technically kinetic energy and energy/state changes.10

Or maybe it's all of the above and they're all invented reasons for how to use a resource that's actually very common but impossible really really hard to find and reach and pick up and process in a reasonable, safe way.11

You'd think there would be really heavy regulation, screening, and restriction there to keep the wrong people from having access to a product that,probably won't care if you paid for it if it ends up hating you or liking someone else more if it started to think.1213


[[tab The rain is bouncing. The water cooler is an imminent hazard. I am playing with spilled coca-cola.]]
I was going to introduce the concept of degrading reality with the chaos of the village/town/??? being overrun with creatures, but the sudden idea of water doing this just broke my ability to be patient.
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Rat King: Phenomena of rats becoming entangled, general public divided on preserved examples being a natural occurrence or intentionally made by bored people. Eventually became a symbol of coming misfortune (at least in terms of possible origin(s) of this term/phenomena), most likely because of the [black] rats' (and other rodents') association with historical disease outbreaks, and disease in general.

This may be an appropriate term to describe what could be happening in the collective SCP 3242-2, or could happen to the mindless instances of the former by chance. While they wouldn't literally become tangled together through tails (not all have tails anyway), there's a chance they could become squished (perceived distance from each other not being a perfect indication) together (for lack of a better term) and lose individual cohesion as well as grounding/being tethered down/whatever.

If that happens when they're all still autonomous (less likely than the other), I would call that going mad. A bomb of empty, open probability that is inside instead of out there in the in between or void or nothing (however you picture it). And probably seizure-inducing as long as it has bits and pieces to lose.

If they're just mindless forces, well, that's one way to make your eyes hurt more because now it's one much bigger non-thing that can't be anything and is still just cycling through random shapes and concepts and (if you think humes are a thing- I don't) fucking up the surrounding reality even faster (than the above) because it would probably be in even deeper negatives as, again, one giant non-thing made of things that could be/ could have been/used to be (if you think there's something else other than dieing electrical pulses in the synapses and apoptosis in old age- or just the former if it's any other death. Or if you think the matter of souls should be addressed, in which case you may not agree with it being part of "cosmic recycling".)

This also would imply to any abnormally large "chaos garbage" or whatever that would get pulled back in by mistake, although it wouldn't leave behind any pieces of itself that could be picked up, etc. as much as change or add or damage something as proof of an impact.

If you think about it like a sudden genetic mutation, it's most likely something benign or inconsequential rather than positive or negative. Changing the color of an entire species of flower as they currently exist as a species, rather than the possibility of emergence through evolution or ecological shifts, is deliberate- only one turning purple is random. Maybe the flower can't attract pollinators or photosynthesize properly, but it's just that one random flower. Replace that with something on a larger or smaller scale, and it still makes the same sense. A bigger "rock" just has a bigger chance to hit something. Velocity and gravity might not apply in this though.

Also might be how the new replaces the old/dead "cells" or just continues to endlessly cycle(?)?
(I'd like to think that, somehow, the idea of endless universes could be endless in itself.)

(I might change my mind later on this not actually being a stupid idea, but I think it would be like a meteor impact (given the wording) in terms of damage to what is generally considered reality and/or the list of what is possible.)

Edit: The tyrannosaurus incident may be considered a rat king, with sudden stability that only lasted as long as it was doing what it was directed to do. Do not-really "fetal" stages of not-really people count as not-really people?

Edit #2: I hope the trend of referring to them collectively, as well as throwing them a figurative bone by mentioning specific "hallucinations" in order to make them a little more predictable is obvious enough in being linked to this (much newer) "rat king" idea. Maybe referring to an individual with a name/offhand adjective (apparently that sometimes counts- with context in mind, it can make sense) counteracts this by being symbolic, even though it also seems to slightly change how that individual responds to outside stimulus?


The brain takes up about twenty percent of the energy that a human body produces, but seems to take about twenty seven to thirty three percent of calories consumed daily (based on different sources that just seem to be parroting each other without citing the real source(s), and may even vary from that based on the amount of thought processes; being around these things could make that double?

It could be that even if someone didn't "let them in" willingly it was automatic, or they're starting to be able to "come in" anyway. It's probably the former if it becomes relevant and needs to be mentioned. The increased demand for nutrition could have also started to apparently lessen after the culling, perhaps due to it.


If you have a cupcake appear out of thin air, did you just tear a hole in the bubble of the universe or its guts to make it?

Is the library a cell that just has one giant mitochondria inside?

"Heaven"(equivalents of and singular concept, not just the singular concept)= Created by sheer belief and are somewhere in the betweens? (Not saying they actually are, here.)

"Pocket Dimensions" and other intentionally manipulated spaces= small "cysts" growing off the membrane of a universe/world/whatever?


Should I even go into detail about sight- their only apparent sense?

Unlike how listening for breathing isn't (usually) a conscious action but your brain registers that sound anyway, telling whether or not something can actually see by looking at it isn't that simple. Some of them have eyes because that's what a lot of multicellular animals naturally have. But just like the others that just have details that look like eyes, or don't have eyes at all, they can't really see. At least, not like us or the vast kingdom of animals.

Maybe an individual could, eventually, if they become that real and advanced. But they only know where they are if someone else does. That includes details such as small objects, which they can take advantage of.

This has lead to a lot of "shadow owls running through walls", as well as running /into/ walls when they're caught by the logic that they shouldn't be able to before they hit said obstacle. This has been omitted to avoid giving the current staff the idea that making them hurt themselves is an acceptable (even if technically viable) source of (cheap) amusement, not just for the chance that they'll try to follow said person outside but also to keep with the "Protect" part of the deal. Even though they've already fucked things up and can't fix that.

On a side note, this has also made a lot of half/quarter/third-(insert thing here) when one of them is occupying the same place as a solid object.

At least it's not as frequent, now that they're hiding except when they can't ignore their kind of "being hungry" any longer. Then, people have to watch out for sudden but usually harmless ambushes that are somewhat like guerrilla warfare tactics (even if most likely not intentional) when you think about it. Making it a requirement for everyone to read their version of scp 3242 made this slow down a little on some days, but didn't/doesn't really help on other days.

They're still trying to figure out how to keep some of them from making games out of this without dropping the figurative barrier.

If summarized in one sentence, it would be a concept being printed out into reality, but like a reverse (yet fundamentally same) process of spontaneous materialization, group-made thoughtforms, or reality change in some respects.


And don't forget the people that are, again, apparently not actually dead-dead (anymore).


Will talk about "far aways" here later- the one(s) that made the poem and the one(s) that jump-started this new local pile of waste (something had to have a hand in putting it together, or immediate coherence from junk is not actually an act of intent.) are not one in the same. Including differences in logic, of course.


Will talk about the reassembled people and how they're avoiding losing their sanity (if only still differentiated by retaining the knowledge of their lost identities and ability to language like a boss unlike 3242-2) here later, and how they affected and were affected by 3242-1. (Spirit/soul may fit here actually if someone is still wondering about that after reading all this stupid bullshit.)


Another note to me more than anything: Start on the direct history behind 3242-1, which would be the story of revenge/time bombs.


If I decide the UIU file is too stupid to exist outside of the sandbox, I'll put the really salty deer somewhere else.


Maybe if it isn't clear already, expand on how breaking one just makes smaller pieces, and even when it seems like they're gone it's actually still there. Just….broken down into the equivalent (excluding the matter of origin) of discarded thoughts? Like sea glass and plastic particles and dust? With the possibility to clump again or change something "randomly"? (I know I've been using the word random but even chaos and "luck" isn't random. As far as it matters to us, though, it usually is.)


Maybe reiterate how trying to make something you already know is impossible (or is impossible according to natural laws as they are known) happen tends to come back to you as instant brain death instead unless there's a enough "energy" already given to burn inside of it instead?

Some things not that extreme but still really demanding can lead to debilitating injuries (mostly around how it functions) in the brain or nervous system.

One of the most obvious loopholes to this is dragons and fire breathing, or anything that may include what has become believable. This is subject to change between individuals and age groups, of course.


Possible "trial" lock and key for the mouse:
Work takes many hands
When it is time to take hold of the future


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Please note that I am still tweaking this for smoother wording and relevance.

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UIU File 2017-09: Codename Jersey Devil

Summary:

When you fall asleep, your brain begins to consolidate memories made from then to the last time you were asleep. You are not aware of time or anything at all.

The goat-deer-man thing talking in a jumble of tied together inflections as it stood in the corner of the delivery room was not part of this memory. The fact that the memory of his ex-wife giving birth was otherwise crystal clear in every literal sense, including the clock on the wall, very probably meant his being jerked back into this moment was intentional.

It was too bad Alvin had no idea what it was trying to say, even as the scene started to collapse at his very acknowledgement of it as a facsimile. If it was important enough, it would try again- even at the risk of making it an actual fact outside his head, he describe them all as persistent bastards that were somehow smart enough to have some self-preservation, but not enough to stop touching things and pushing the limits of patience.

Later, in what he considered the real world, he would be writing down what he gleaned from the experience. What was pretty important was how these things seemed able to alter the brain if allowed "in"- the more unguarded, the wider the proverbial door was left open for possible tampering. Ironic, considering these things seemed made to be molded, shaped, and broken at the slightest whim. Even destroying one only required the desire for
it to be dead or nonexistent, with no chance of leaving pieces behind.

If doing so didn't tend to make the rest agitated and have a few of the already aggressive ones act more violent, the population could be defined by a number and be or at least seem more manageable.

Alvin would think about this, and about the first disparate pieces of himself previously hidden under the mental block now being peeled away. He would think about it as he wrote and stopped writing to look back at the towering horned figure that seemed to have not understood personal space did not just apply when standing over a bed.