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OIdeas for skips (really broad):
- An article about a barrel associated with communism. The article should explore coldness.
- An article about some pigs that can follow you when you lie.
- Waiting for Ragnarok
- SAD!
- Halloween
- Lamp?
- a?
- Three Split Seconds Rewrite
- A Scarring Growth and Development
- solar deity
- and yet another proposal
- Planet
- Isopods
- What What In The Butt
- Roy Caroll's Proposal
- Roy Caroll's Proposal II
- Lonely Lake
- Incorporeal
- I Never Knew Who She Was
- Every Last Drop
- Those Bruises You Don't Remember Getting
- tinfoil hats
- The Sky Could Be Falling
- I WANT TO BELIEVE
- uh #2
- It's Always Sunny Lost in the Philadelphia Office Space
- I Refuse To Let You Fail
- Rewriting
- (Demi)God of Lies
SCP-4424 prior to its anomalous properties manifesting.
Item #: SCP-4424
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Any and all alterations to SCP-4424's containment procedures must be made 13 months in advance unless said alteration is extremely urgent to SCP-4424's status of containment. SCP-4424 has been coated with a cognitohazardous agent to prevent unauthorized viewing as of 12/12/2011.
Description: SCP-4424 is a digital billboard located alongside United States Highway 95.
SCP-4424's singular anomalous property is its status as a temporal anomaly, existing both in the present and every following day for the next 365 days. Due to this, any and all changes made to SCP-4424's appearance today will suddenly change for those in the near future, and any changes made in the near future will suddenly change in present day.1
Currently, SCP-4424 is displaying an image of a statement in an unknown language alongside an image of a tall, humanoid entity. See addenda for more information.
Addendum 4424.1: On 12/12/2011, a large, perfectly-circular hole measuring 1 m in radius manifested in the top right of SCP-4424. At this time, SCP-4424 immediately disabled presumably due to the damage caused. Following a video being uploaded to video media website YouTube titled "hole in billboard near h95", a Foundation WEBCRAWLER deleted the video and a mobile task force was deployed to investigate. It was during this time that a cognitohazardous coating was applied to SCP-4424.
The following morning on 12/13/2011, SCP-4424's hole began to be filled by a suddenly manifesting solid identical to the original patch SCP-4424 had lost. Shortly after SCP-4424 was repaired, it reactivated, and an unidentified image appeared on the digital screen. The image contained a statement in an unknown language alongside a picture of a tall, thin, pale humanoid entity. Said entity bares resemblance to a fictional form of extraterrestrial life commonly referred to as "greys" and wears a large, maroon-hued robe. The entity appears to have no form of genitalia nor any other humanoid features aside from limbs and a face.
Further investigation is underway.
Addendum 4424.2: On 12/10/2012, Site-86, a containment site located near SCP-4424, received a transmission from a source traced to be originated from Messier 31. The transmission was incomprehensible due to it being created in an unidentified language.
Under the order of the Overseer-5 Council, Project Heimdall has been initiated to further investigate SCP-4424 alongside other extraterrestrial abnormalities.
Item #: SCP-4527
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4527 is kept in a standard Safe-class containment chamber. Personnel that have lost a relative or partner within the last 10 years are not allowed access to SCP-4527's containment chamber. Within the chamber, a single, dim overhead lamp is the only light which is to remain lit at all times for the intent of allowing SCP-4527-1 manifestation. Under no circumstances should any additional light enter the room nor react negatively towards an SCP-4527-1's instance existence if an instance is present.
Description: SCP-4527 is a wooden table measuring 101.6 cm x 60.9 cm.
SCP-4527's primary anomalous property manifests upon an individual sitting within one meter of the table in a chair.2 Said individual must have a relative or loved one who has died within the last ten years to properly activate SCP-4527's anomalous properties.
Upon an individual who meets these requirements activates SCP-4527's anomalous properties, said individual will experience extremely heightened senses of grief and depression and will generally have trouble focusing on tasks. The subject's emotional distress is broadly caused by any and all relatives or loved ones of the individual who have died in the last ten years.
SCP-4527's secondary anomalous property only occurs if there is any portion of the room completely unexposed to light. Should this factor be present, a tall,3 thin, pale, humanoid entity (deemed SCP-4527-1) will manifest within the dark portion of the room and will slowly move towards the subject.
SCP-4527-1 instances are capable of complex speech solely in the primary language of the SCP-4527 subject. SCP-4527-1 instances use this ability to calm and emotionally support the distressed subject, commonly via hugging and reassuring statements. SCP-4527 subjects do not display any sign of fear of SCP-4527-1 instances, rather treating them similarly to a close friend.
Should a subject exit the room SCP-4527 is in, the SCP-4527-1 instance will return to the dark portion of the room and demanifest.
Discovery Log: The following is a 911 call which led to the discovery of SCP-4527.
[BEGIN LOG]
911 Operator: 911, what's your emergency?
Alexa Rhetori: We need armed police officers at [DATA REDACTED]— [Stuttering] I don't know what the hell it is, but it's—
911 Operator: Is it an armed individual, ma'am?
Alexa Rhetori: No, but it's going to— it's going to kill my daughter, please!
Sarah Rhetori: [Distantly with sobs] Mom, he's here to help! Don't tattle on him!
911 Operator: Is that your daughter, ma'am?
Alexa Rhetori: [Quickly] Yes, yes! She recently had her grandfather die and they were really close and so I gave her some, um, time alone and then I— oh, god, oh god, I—
911 Operator: Please calm down ma'am, we have armed personnel on the way.
Alexa Rhetori: Hurry.. please. [Hesitantly] Oh my god, stay the fuck back!
911 Operator: Ma'am, are you okay?
Sarah Rhetori: Mom, just put down the phone! He's helping me, please! We just both miss grandpa, that's— that's all! [Pause] Mom!
Alexa Rhetori: "We?" I said get the hell back, now! Fucking— [Pause] Oh dear lord, you—
[At this point, all audio is inaudible due to static. The static lasts for three seconds, followed by the sound of a thick liquid being gargled.]
911 Operator: Ma'am? Ma'am!
Unidentified: [Shushing] It's okay, it's okay. We'll both miss her. Together.
[END LOG]
Following police arrival, Sarah was found sitting on a chair positioned in front of SCP-4527. The mother's corpse was found in the living room of the household with a long, slim laceration across her neck, causing her to bleed out before proper medical attention could be given.
Item #: SCP-4495
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4495 is contained in a standard humanoid containment chamber in Site-31. Within the chamber, a single candlelit lamp is to be kept in the far-top-left corner of the chamber.
Description: SCP-4495 is a sapient humanoid entity visible solely via shadows that only manifest when created by candlelight. SCP-4495's appearance is in the form of an animate jack-o'-lantern replacing its head and seemingly vine-like appendages constructing the rest of its body.4
SCP-4495's primary anomalous property (aside from its only form of visibility being its shadow) is the ability to manifest pieces of wrapped candy including but not limited to lollipops, Tootsie-Rolls, and peppermints. Notably, this property only occurs during the month of October.
Dr. Caroll pulled into the house's driveway dressed as none other than James Gatz.
His younger brother's house was a large house, one with every inch covered in colorful, spooky decor. Plastic arms stuck from the house's front yard right next to a large inflatable of Frankenstein's monster which was slowly beginning to tip over. The music was pounding, and Caroll recognized it only after two notes.
As Caroll exited his vehicle securing his self-defense firearm and approached the door, he looked down at himself and began to doubt the cleverness of his costume. It's wasn't that it looked ugly; his pink suit was indeed one of a wonderful hue and even had a matching tie. It was just that it wasn't much of a Halloween costume. Perhaps he simply could've gone in his lab coat.
He rang the doorbell and began to warm up his throat to do his best Gatsby impression. His brother opened the door to see Caroll apparently talking to himself. They both chuckled, but one chuckle was of embarrassment, and the other was of a genuinely comedic sense.
"And you're still a fucking geek," Caroll's brother said in a joking, childish manner.
"Always have been, Trey. Always have been."
"Come on, come inside." Caroll hesitantly followed his brother's advice and stepped through the doorway into a household full of vibrant, pulsing neon lights and at least forty people he's never seen before, all in a costume of some sort.
Trey had a small bar at his house with his bartender for the party being his best friend since their childhood. Caroll and his brother departed as they went their separate ways and Caroll began to make his way to the bar.
He sat down next to a man in a superbly-constructed costume, covered in thick black fur with wings that looked like an actual insect's hanging off of his back and glowing red eyes which Caroll assumed were just goggles laced with LED lights. Caroll didn't really know what the man was supposed to be, but he favored the costume nonetheless.
The bartender made his way over to Caroll. "Roy, right?"
"Yeah."
"Just makin' sure I still remember you right." Caroll didn't understand the statement because they rarely ever talked, even in childhood, so how the bartender could remember Caroll in a manner considered "right" was behind him. "What would you like?" the bartender asked, leaning on the counter.
"Surprise me." The bartender nodded and began to make Caroll's concoction as he turned to the man next to him. He paused, not sure how to approach the individual, but eventually just spoke up and let the conversation carry itself. "What do you think of the party?" The man appeared to ignore him, just staring up at the vibrant lights which would occasionally streak across their faces. He repeated himself and the man slowly turned to him.
"Uh, yeah, yeah, I guess." Caroll began to almost get lost in just how well the costume was. The man observed Caroll up and down, almost like a piece of meat before continuing. "Um, Gatsby, right?"
Caroll smiled. "Thank God someone got it. I didn't think anyone was actually going to realize that this was a costume and not just something I slapped on to look fancy or anything." Caroll took a wild guess at the man's costume. "Mothman, right?" As he finished his sentence, he realized that the man already broke eye contact with him, looking again up to the lights. Asshole, Caroll thought to himself.
The bartender came back with Caroll's drink which was a nice shade of maroon and Caroll took a sip. He couldn't tell what it was, but what he could tell is that he was enjoying whatever it was he was drinking. "Thanks." The bartender nodded and went to the other end of the bar to assist another partygoer.
He turned back to the man who sat next to him to see that in the blink of an eye, the man was gone. Out of pure curiosity, Caroll took another swig of his drink as he stood up, taking it with him. He began to walk around, looking for the man. He was just too curious as to how the man made a costume so accurate and realistic.
After circling the house over and over again all the while keeping an eye out for the man, a woman leaning on the balcony which hovered over a moderately-sized backyard caught his attention. He couldn't see her face, but her body was slim— or, slimmer than average at the very least— and her straight jet black hair fell down to her shoulders, ending in a curl. Caroll decided if he was going to go ahead and try and woo this woman with the charisma that he always believed he had but really didn't, then he should be sure to not drink anymore. The risk of fucking this up was too great, and he hadn't even seen her face yet.
Caroll opened the sliding glass door to the balcony, slowly approaching the woman's left. As he continued to take steps towards her, he noticed that she gave off an aura of pure care and comfort. This stopped him in his tracks but not before she already noticed him.
She smiled as soon as they made eye contact, instantly breaking the ice by opening her lips to speak to him. "I like your costume. Gatsby was always one of my favorite books."
Caroll blushed, but not because of the compliment; rather, because of how gorgeous this woman was. She had grey-blue eyes which shined with a passion, her pale skin glistening in the moonlight. She wore a blue dress which looked extremely comfortable. "Yea—" Caroll stopped himself as he realized his voice was cracking, ultimately causing him to blush even harder. He cleared his throat and then continued his sentence. "Thanks."
Her smile only grew friendlier. "You're welcome." There was an awkward pause as Caroll couldn't take his eyes off of her's and she playfully turned left and right, not turning around because she didn't want to break eye contact, either. "Aren't you going to guess mine?" she asked.
"Oh, right, sorry." It took him until he looked down to her wrists and spotted two tattoos; a bird on one and an open cage on the other. He chuckled. "No way! Elizabeth Comstock?"
She giggled. "Well dang. No-one else has got it." Caroll finally approached her side and they leaned on the railing together, only inches apart. They didn't even know each other and yet they both knew there was a bond already beginning to form. "Sarah."
"Roy."
"Well, it's a pleasure, Roy."
"Ditto." Sarah chuckled at Caroll's response despite the fact that it wasn't really humorous in any way, shape, or form. An awkward yet almost warm and romantic silence filled the air following Caroll's Pokemon remark and he took a few steps closer to her. She didn't move and seemed to relax, so Caroll believed that he was on the right track.
Suddenly, a loud yelp of pain seemingly coming from an animal broke the silence. Both Caroll and Sarah jumped and quickly switched their attention to the noise, noticing that it originated from the thick, damp woods which lay beyond the fence. A large portion of the fence has been busted open, appearing to be able to fit an adult deer.
The fuck? Caroll thought to himself. Suddenly, in a panic, his eyes darted to a doghouse which had been flipped over and had been covered in claw marks. All at once, he remembered the innocent little puppy his brother had told him that he got a few weeks back. Caroll's pupils dilated in fear as he took all of this in.
"Oh my God, what is—"
Caroll gave her a friendly shush before saying, "I'll go check it out."
"Roy, you might get hurt." Little did she know, Caroll didn't care. He repeated himself and then walked down the stairs off of the balcony and into the backyard. As he entered the assumed manmade aperture, he reached into his suit and unholstered his pistol.
Despite the fact that he worked for the SCP Foundation and dealt with the paranormal for a living, Caroll never expected anything like this to occur.
He continued in the direction of the yelps as he continued to raise his pistol higher and higher towards the horrid sound's source. He brushed back a few leaves and he froze in shock at what he saw.
Before him, a large, black humanoid covered in fur was hunched over, its insect-like wings fluttering back and forth in apparent pleasure. As Caroll continued to stand there, unable to move a single muscle, he realized that the weakening whimpers were coming from right beneath the monstrosity alongside a slow flow of thick blood which covered the fallen leaves around them.
The dog was dead, and there's nothing he can do about it. The dog wasn't his main point of attention anyway; it was the mysterious figure which stood before him, chowing down on the gory remains of Trey's puppy.
The creature suddenly span its head around in a 180-degree turn, revealing the man— no, the thing— that he had spoken to at the party. He truly realized it wasn't a costume as soon as the glowing red eyes made direct contact with his and he could see the dark soul of whatever this was peering into his.
Then, it blinked. Caroll quickly aimed down the sights to his pistol and opened fire at the entity's centre of mass, all the while hoping for the best.
But what Caroll forgot was that he wasn't some sort of armed agent for a living; he was but a meer doctor who had never had to use that gun before in his life. And that factor was going to affect this situation to an extent which he could not even believe to imagine.
To be continued…
Item #: SCP-4055
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4055 is currently contained in a modified humanoid containment chamber equipped with a large quantity of modified Scranton Reality Anchors. Primary containment efforts for SCP-4055 involve the suppression of information regarding the entity and the complete isolation of the entity within its containment chamber.
Should an event occur affecting SCP-4405's containment chamber, the main priority is the sustaining of the chamber's current form.
Description: SCP-4055 is an unstable temporal anomaly in the form of a human male appearing to be in its late 40s/early 50s.
SCP-4055's primary anomalous property is the entity's existence in multiple periods of time all at once. The periods of time in which SCP-4055 exists vary, but the periods appear to remain within a twenty-year "radius" of consensus time. This in itself produces multiple paradoxes, as any and all actions that SCP-4055 performs in consensus time will be incorporated into both the past and the future in a twenty-year "radius".
SCP-4055 claims to be able to experience all events which have occurred within the last twenty years and will occur within the next twenty years at once, commonly displaying intense fright and discomfort with its abilities. Investigation into these claims is ongoing.
NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION TEMPORAL ANOMALIES DEPARTMENT
The following file contains an infohazard. Under no circumstances should any individual who has not been authorized, trained, re-trained, and permanently stationed at Site-4055 be aware of this file's existence nor read this file.
— Dr. Richard Froyland, Director, TAD
Item #: SCP-4055
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-4055's status as previously and soon being contained within Site-4055, any and all personnel who have been stationed within Site-4055 are not allowed to exit the facility under any circumstances nor should any new personnel enter Site-4055. This is to be enforced via lethal force from Mobile Task Force Gamma-5 ("White Rabbits"). Due to the nature of SCP-4055, the task force personnel deployed to enforce this policy is not to be aware of why they are doing so.
SCP-4055 was and will be contained within a modified containment chamber suspended midair via magnets. Said containment chamber has been reinforced with Scranton Reality Anchors. Maintenance on the Scranton Reality Anchors is to be performed daily. Under no circumstances should direct contact be made with SCP-4055. Any and all communication with SCP-4055 is to be performed by microphones implemented within its containment chamber.
Due to SCP-4055's anomalous property, the entity can rarely be referred to other than in the sense of "was and will be" to prevent temporal paradoxes.
Description: SCP-4055 was and will be an unstable, infohazardous temporal anomaly taking the form of a thin humanoid as seen via temporal anomaly surveillance devices.
SCP-4055's primary anomalous property was and will be its existence. SCP-4055 did and will exist solely in a three-second "radius" around consensus time, both its conceptualized existence and its actual existence beginning to exist three seconds ago and ceasing to exist three seconds in the future. Due to this, SCP-4055 was and will be invisible to the naked eye and could and can only be seen via temporal anomaly detectors.
SCP-4055 has and will display complex sapience, being able to both speak and comprehend English and mimic human behavior. SCP-4055's vocabulary has and will include occasional references to PoI-4055 ("Dr. Porter") being the reason for SCP-4055's dual existence. Further investigation is ongoing.
Appendix 4055.1 - Interview: The following is an interview between Dr. Richard Froyland and SCP-4055.
[BEGIN LOG]
[Dr. Froyland begins to survey SCP-4055 via temporal anomaly surveillance devices implemented within its containment chamber. SCP-4055 was and will be seen hovering in the center of the chamber, its head hung and its arms and legs appearing to freely drop.]
Dr. Froyland: Hello, SCP-4055.
SCP-4055: [Incoherent mumbling]
Dr. Froyland: What? Speak up.
SCP-4055: Froy… land…
Dr. Froyland: I'm assuming you have and will know my name?
SCP-4055: [Long pause] Yes.
Dr. Froyland: And how did and will you?
SCP-4055: Your name. It has been your name and it will be your name. Therefore, I have and will know it.
Dr. Froyland: Does this apply to everything you do and will know?
SCP-4055: [Long pause] Yes.
[At this point, SCP-4055 did and will lift its head, appearing to look towards the camera. Notably, this was six seconds prior to (DATA REDACTED).]
Site-91's Botanical Anomalies Research Wing.
Item #: SCP-4106
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4106 is to be kept in a modified humanoid containment chamber located in the low priority humanoid wing of Site-91. SCP-4106's containment chamber is to be constructed of one-way glass. SCP-4106's containment chamber is to be checked bidaily for any apertures. Should an aperture be found, it is to be sealed immediately. Any and all instances of SCP-4106-A are to be removed from SCP-4106's containment chamber on a weekly basis.
Under no circumstances should personnel directly interact with SCP-4106 following Incident 4106-B.
Description: SCP-4106 is Thomas Filler, an 8-year old American male of European descent.
SCP-4106's singular anomalous effect is the involuntary manifestation of plants (SCP-4106-A) anywhere within its line of sight.5 SCP-4106-A display a singular anomalous property being the ability to grow and develop at an extremely accelerated rate until adulthood. Following an SCP-4106-A instance reaching adulthood, their anomalous property of accelerated growth and development will cease entirely.
SCP-4106 is generally compliant, being mostly docile and having a refusal to display any signs of hostility towards Foundation personnel. Despite SCP-4106's calm manner, it occasionally displays extreme fear and/or discomfort towards its anomalous property. When this occasional display occurs, the growth rate and quantity of SCP-4106-A manifestations increase significantly, commonly reaching a rate that most personnel have considered to be overwhelming.
Appendix 4106.1 - Initial Interview: The following is a transcript of the initial interview between Dr. Gregor Tyran and SCP-4106.
[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. Gregor Tyran: Hello, SCP-4106.
SCP-4106: Can you call me Tommy, please? I don't like "S-P-C-four-oh-six."
Dr. Gregor Tyran: Of course. Now tell me Tommy, when did you first discover your anomalous properties?
SCP-4106: What? [Pause] You mean my powers?
Dr. Gregor Tyran: Yes. I won't use any more fancy terms if you don't want me to.
SCP-4106: Yes please. I don't really get big words.
Dr. Gregor Tyran: Got it. So, do you remember when you first got your powers?
SCP-4106: Uhm— [Pause] I can't remember the exact day it was.
Dr. Gregory Tyran: Can you recall what happened the day you got your powers?
SCP-4106: Yeah. I noticed that the flowers were growing really fast when I was playing in my backyard, and so I went to mom— I wanted to show it to her. [Pause] Sorry.
Dr. Gregory Tyran: For what?
SCP-4106: For scaring you guys.
Dr. Gregory Tyran: We're not scared, Tommy, don't worry. [Dr. Tyran smiles.]
SCP-4106: Really?
Dr. Gregory Tyran: Really. Now, may you please continue your story?
SCP-4106: Yeah. Uhm— mom screamed and pointed at my arm. A long green plant was wrapping around it and she thought it was a snake. I thought that, too. So I tried to shake it off but the plant wouldn't let go. It wasn't squeezing me, it was more like.. hugging me. I didn't think about it while it was happening.
Dr. Gregory Tyran: Do you think that they meant you any harm?
SCP-4106: Who?
Dr. Gregory Tyran: Your green pals; the plants.
SCP-4106: [Hesitantly] I don't know.
Dr. Gregory Tyran: That's alright. What happened next?
SCP-4106: Mom called you guys to help me.
Dr. Gregory Tyran: [Hesitantly] We'll do everything we can to help you, Tommy.
SCP-4106: Promise?
Dr. Gregory Tyran: Promise.
[END LOG]
Appendix 4106.2 - Incident 4106-A: On ██/██/20██, an outbreak of SCP-4106-A manifestations occurred within Site-91 following an authorized walking session for SCP-4106. Notably, the SCP-4106-A instances continued to grow throughout the facility despite SCP-4106 not being in direct contact with them, contradicting the previous belief that SCP-4106-A manifestations could only occur within SCP-4106's line of sight.
The SCP-4106-A manifestations appeared to manifest in a pattern which formed a path to the Site-91 Botanical Anomalies Research Wing. Upon the manifestations reaching the wing, any and all manifestations ceased entirely. The reason and/or cause of this is unknown.
The following is an interview between Dr. Gregor Tyran and SCP-4106 following the incident.
[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. Gregor Tyran: Hi, Tommy.
SCP-4106: [Slowly] Hi.
Dr. Gregor Tyran: What's the matter? Is it what happened?
SCP-4106: Yeah. [Pause] I didn't want to hurt anybody.
Dr. Gregor Tyran: You didn't, don't worry.
SCP-4106: But I heard you had to shut down the plant place for now.
Dr. Gregor Tyran: [Deep breath] Yes, but that doesn't mean anyone was hurt.
SCP-4106: But what about all of the plant scientists? What do they do now?
Dr. Gregor Tyran: They've been transferred to another site, don't worry; they can still work.
SCP-4106: So they had to leave their friends here while they went somewhere else?
Dr. Gregor Tyran: No, no. I'm sure some friends went along with them.
SCP-4106: But not all of them? [Pause] I know what that feels like. [SCP-4106 begins to cry.] I miss mom and dad and—
Dr. Gregor Tyran: [In a comforting tone] Shhh, shhh, it's alright Tommy, you'll be returned to your parents soon. [Dr. Tyran hugs SCP-4106.]
SCP-4106: [Hesitantly, through tears and sharp breaths] Thank you.
[END LOG]
Appendix 4106.3 - Incident 4106-B: On ██/██/20██, nine days following Incident 4106-A, SCP-4106 requested an interview with Dr. Gregor Tyran. The following is a transcript of the interview.
[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. Gregor Tyran: Hi, T—
SCP-4106: [Suddenly] Why did you lie to me?
Dr. Gregor Tyran: [After an extended pause] What?
SCP-4106: You lied. Why?
Dr. Gregor Tyran: I— I didn't? I'm confused, Tommy, what do you think I lied ab—
SCP-4106: [Yelling] You said you would help me!
Dr. Gregor Tyran: I'm here to help, Tommy. It takes time to reverse anomalous prop— er, the powers that you have. This isn't easy.
SCP-4106: You haven't done anything to help me. All you've done is let me sit here and watch the flowers grow! [Pause] You just want me to be trapped.
Dr. Gregor Tyran: Trapped? I don't want you trapped.
SCP-4106: Yeah, well, not everyone gets what they want. I wanted to leave, I wanted to be fixed. But you just leave me in this room all day! You don't care about helping me, you don't care about me seeing my mom and dad. You just want me to stay here away from all of my friends.
Dr. Gregor Tyran: Tommy, where did you hear all of—
SCP-4106: Gideon told me!6
Dr. Gregor Tyran: Gideon?
SCP-4106: Yes, Gideon.
Dr. Gregor Tyran: Look, Tommy. I don't know who Gideon is, nor why he told you this.
An artist's depiction of SCP-001.
Item #: SCP-001
Object Class: Neutralized
Special Containment Procedures: N/A
Description: SCP-001 was a sapient humanoid entity ordinarily referred to as the "Solar Deity" which, at its time of neutralization, resided in Germany in attempted isolation. Due to SCP-001's neutralization prior to effective technology being developed, not much is known regarding the entity, its powers, nor its origin.
SCP-001 was worshipped by multiple different Semitic cults who believed that SCP-001 was an omnipotent deity of extradimensional origin which entered baseline reality with the intent to indefinitely expand space and time. Due to the Foundation's current technology and reality's limitations due to the ongoing ZK-Class "Reality Failure" Scenario, this supposed characteristic has yet to be proven but is heavily supported by baseline reality's current status. See addenda for more information.
Addendum 001.1 - History: SCP-001's initial manifestation date is unknown, but it is believed that SCP-001 has existed for at least one millennium prior to humanity's initial existence.
"Alright, Doctor. Sit down. I'm sure you think that you're in trouble or about to be terminated, but I can assure you it's quite the opposite. You're being offered a promotion. Well, not so much offered as it is being forced to take it, but you get the idea."
"Overseer Five recently died due to an.. incident that I will talk to you about later. Overseers die quite often, believe it or not, and so replacements are always needed in order for us to maintain our full quota of thirteen. I'm sure you've pieced it together already; "promotion," "Overseer Five is dead.""
"Yes, you're O5-5 now."
"Being O5-5 only comes with one responsibility, but it's a pretty big one. Broad, too, if I might add: You're in charge of any and all anomalies, events, and incidents involving the Fifth Church."
"Yes, the Fifthists are quite the headache. Considering that they have so many ideals and goals, it's fairly normal to not even begin to understand them. But the Fifthists are quite simple if you just tie all of them together and analyze their endgoal."
"Most people would think that their endgoal is to essentially convert Earth into their "Fifth World," but that's simply a widely-believed falsified statement. Well, to an extent. That will be their goal, whenever the Starfish becomes happy again with the number of people who have converted to the 55."
"Right now, their goal is to actually protect the world by placing as much of their happiness as possible into the eyes of the Starfish so that it won't completely alter the world as we know it, ultimately wiping humanity out in the process."
"It's hard to explain, and so I've prepared a powerpoint for you. Yes, fancy, I know."
Item #: SCP-001
"Yes, despite every single SCP-001 file we have, the Starfish is the actual SCP-001. If you want it to be, that is. SCP-001 can be whatever you want it to be, which is why it's also so many things at once. Before I give you a Fifthist-style headache, I'll skip the BS and get straight to the object class."
Object Class: Keter Hiemal
"The Starfish used to be classified as Keter due to how little we knew about it and how widespread it actually was. There aren't many Fifthists, correct, but there's just enough for different types of them to be spread all throughout the United States. Anyone could be a Fifthist; even you. If you were, it wouldn't be a problem— it would probably help, actually, but you get the point."
"After we found out the Fifth Church's true agenda— or, current agenda, I suppose— we realized that with the way the world is, the Starfish simply can't be Keter at the present moment. It can most certainly become Keter, yes— even Apollyon if it really wanted to. But with the way that everything balances out, it's Hiemal. You'll find out why and how everything balances out in a moment."
Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of SCP-001 and the current status of the Fifth Church, SCP-001 is considered self-containing. Testing is ongoing involving the containment of Fifthism as a whole, Fifthist anomalies, and their influence on SCP-001's dormant state in order to maintain to the Foundation mission statement to the best of our ability.
Description: SCP-001 is a dormant extradimensional entity ordinarily referred to as the Celestial Starfish.
[[tab Pinkerton Investigative Agency]]
NOTICE FROM THE PINKERTON RESOURCES DEPARTMENT
Under no circumstances should any employees who are not directly engaged in C-22/02 access this case file. Failure to comply with this informational security standard will result in career termination and possible jail time as per the Pinkerton Intern Contract.
— Ms. Olivia Pinkerton, Director, PIA
Case #: C-22/02
Importance: High
Investigative Objectives/Protocols: Any and all information regarding C-22/02 is to be reported directly to Ms. Pinkerton herself. The end goal of C-22/02 is to uncover the manpower, resources, and true intentions of the accusing group and proving ourselves innocent.
Case Summary: C-22/02 is an ongoing case in which the Pinkerton Investigative Agency is being accused of vandalizing documents under ownership of the Specialized Construction Products7 company.
C-22/02 began in 1987 when Specialized Construction Products contacted Ms. Pinkerton herself. The caller, local manager Reginald Potter,8 told Ms. Pinkerton that documentation regarding workplace accidents was suddenly being altered to include details of supposed collaboration and advertisements of the Pinkerton Investigative Agency. Notably, all workplace accident documentation affected were documents that described accidents requiring further company investigation.
Little is known regarding the defending side of Specialized Construction Products, but further investigation is ongoing.
Case Detail 22/02-1: The following is a recording of the phone call between Ms. Pinkerton and Reginald Potter.
[BEGIN LOG]
Ms. Pinkerton: Pinkerton Investigative Agency, this is Ms. Pinkerton, how may we help you?
Reginald Potter: You can "help us" by explaining what's happening to our documents.
Ms. Pinkerton: What do you mean by that, sir? Can you go into further detail?
Item #: SCP-3685
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: All members of SCP-3685 have yet to be discovered, but it is thought that they are widespread in the Pacific Ocean and the North-West United States. All recovered instances of SCP-3685 are to be kept in aquatic containment chambers within Site-90 in quantities of 20 or less. Said aquatic containment chambers are to remain completely sealed with no plumbing apparatuses equipped within them. Any and all maintenance on SCP-3685's aquatic containment chambers are to be performed by operated aquatic machinery.
Mobile Task Force Pi-1 ("City Slickers") personnel are to survey for SCP-3685 infestations within urban areas in the North-West United States. Should an infestation be discovered, all instances are to be recovered and transported to Site-90 for permanent containment. Should transportation be infeasible, Mobile Task Force Epsilon-9 ("Fire Eaters") are to be dispatched to the location of the infestation with the intent to use incendiary weaponry on the instances.
Three SCP Foundation submarine vessels (named the SCPS Whitley, the SCPS Ballone, and the SCPS Nill) are to patrol the Pacific Ocean for dormant instances of SCP-3685. Should an SCP-3685 hive be discovered, two detonated explosives are to be placed near the infestation and then detonated. The surviving instances are to be transported to Site-90 for containment.
Description: SCP-3685 is an unidentified species of isopod with its organisms measuring 0.3 m in length.
SCP-3685's anatomy consists of six legs and a hardened exoskeleton alongside a pair of wings similar to the American cockroach's (Periplaneta americana). All instances of SCP-3685 have the ability to contort their bodies into formations without harming their exoskeleton; this action is commonly performed by instances because of their tendency to enter houses through plumbing apparatuses.
SCP-3685's primary anomalous properties manifest upon contact with human flesh. Immediately following contact, the SCP-3685 instance will latch itself onto the subject's skin and will be irremovable for a varying period of time lasting between ten minutes and seven hours.
Item #: SCP-2500
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of SCP-2500, the object is to be considered self-containing. Researcher Keith Blair has requested that Foundation personnel remain mature while reading this file.
Description: SCP-2500 is an antimemetic phenomenon affecting any and all objects found in Researcher Keith Blair's rectum.9 SCP-2500 affects subjects who attempt to identify objects inside of Researcher Keith Blair's rectum by essentially rendering said objects as incomprehensible. Once said object has exited Researcher Keith Blair's rectum, SCP-2500's anomalous properties no longer affect that object.
SCP-2500 does not affect Researcher Keith Blair.
Addendum: The following is an interview between D-2500-1 and Researcher Keith Blair in an attempt to exhibit SCP-2500's anomalous properties.
[BEGIN LOG]
Researcher Blair: Please state your name for the record.
D-2500-1: D-2500-1, Johnathan Cooke.
Researcher Blair: Thank you. Now, may you attempt to identify an object that may be in my rectum?
D-2500-1: [Hesitant] Uhm… I'm sorry, what what in the butt?
Researcher Blair: D-2500-1, what is the problem?
D-2500-1: I just… what what?
Researcher Blair: What do you mean by "what what?"
D-2500-1: I mean, uh… y'know… what what in the butt?
Researcher Blair: D-2500-1, please attempt with more effort.
D-2500-1: I don't fucking know, man! That's why I'm asking you! What what in the butt?
[END LOG]
Critics: Djoric, SeraDomiCher does not match any existing user name,
Captain Kirby,
Modern_Erasmus
Tags: 001-proposal, artifact, autonomous, compulsion, document, foundation-made, memetic, mind-affecting, scp, self-replicating, serpents-hand, thaumiel
NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
The following is a proposal written by Dr. Keter on April 18, 2008, for the reassignment of designation slot SCP-001. Approval/denial of this designation proposal is pending Overseer Council review.
— Maria Jones, Director, RAISA
Item #: SCP-001
Object Class: Thaumiel
Special Containment Procedures: All components of SCP-001 are to be considered self-containing due to the nature of the Wanderer's Library.
Our component of SCP-001 is to be iterated into the SCP Foundation Creation Charter secured within a high-priority storage locker within Site-01. Said high-priority storage locker is to be secured behind a 50m steel sealant equipped with a total of four level-5 airlocks to prevent unauthorized access.
Description: SCP-001 is to be reclassified as a multiversal meme complex formed upon creation of a specific series of memetic agents. The goal of said memetic agents is to inflict the wish to preserve normalcy within a subject's universe, effectively ensuring the founding of a normalcy-preservation agency. SCP-001 will be put to use effective of this document's approval.
Upon said normalcy-preservation organization's founding, administrative personnel will continue to be affected by SCP-001's anomalous properties. The subconscious thoughts implemented have an additional effect to unknowingly force the subject to create literature containing SCP-001, causing SCP-001 to spread autonomously.
Literature containing the memetic series that creates SCP-001 can be inserted into any existing novel, poem, document, essay, or any other written/typed forms of literature containing words. Commonly, SCP-001 may be found within well-known literature, such as those written by William Shakespeare, Homer, Edgar Allen Poe, J. R. R. Tolkien, F. Scots Fitzgerald, Mark Twain, etc.
Addendum P-001-A: The following is a researcher note attached to the reassignment proposal written by Dr. Keter.
Researcher Note: This proposal needs to happen. I know, changing the Maksur-class object's designation will take quite a bit of work and refiling, but it will be worth it.
We cannot have another event like that again. There is a possibility that an XK-Class End-of-the-World scenario will occur if that monstrosity comes back together as one. On top of that, the bunker has been used before, but you and I both know that the bunker won't last forever. Nothing does, after all.
One day, this world will end. And another day, our galaxy will collide with another. And yet another day, our universe will crumble to dust. All of these events are unavoidable. But that doesn't mean it's the full end of the human race.
There is a multiverse out there. Unlimited copies of every single variable with even just slight alteration. That automatically means that we are not the only Foundation. Sure, maybe we are the only exact copy of our Foundation, but even with slight alterations like whose in the Overseer Council, who the Head Researcher is, or even what SCP-001 is are bound to exist. It's a fact that comes along with the existence of the multiverse.
When our universe falls, other universes will always contain paranormal entities, events, and objects. And other universes will contain paranormal entities, events, and objects. The preservation of normalcy does not simply apply to us alone; it applies to anything and everything. "Containment" cannot be avoided, nor will it ever not be a multiversal necessity. But what it can be is a multidimensional concept taking place in every single rendition of all arrangements of space-time.
Alongside this, we know that the Wanderer's Library exists. This means that every single strand of SCP-001 will be gathered in one place for the entire multiverse. If we implement this into literature, it will begin to contain itself. We do not need to worry about spreading SCP-001; by its very own nature, it will spread itself, even if we just start with a single memetic agent.
We secure. We contain. We protect.
-Researcher Ken Keter
Addendum P-001-B: An artificial intelligence has recently finished its construction from AIAD personnel. The AI's purpose is to simulate possible outcomes of Dr. Keter's reclassification proposal on the multiverse.
Below is all calculated possible outcomes:
- Outcome One - The multiverse as a whole has some form of paranormal protection and normalcy preservation agency. All agencies are connected with one another, allowing the Foundation as an entire multidimensional entity to act as one and reach peak condition. No mutations occur within SCP-001's memetic code. Preferred outcome.
- Outcome Two - The multiverse as a whole has some form of paranormal protection and normalcy preservation agency. Some agencies are connected with one another.
- Outcome Three - The multiverse as a whole has some form of paranormal protection and normalcy preservation agency. No agencies are affiliated with one another.
- Outcome Four - The majority of the multiverse has some form of paranormal protection and normalcy preservation agency. Said agencies are affiliated with one another.
- Outcome Five - A small portion of the multiverse has some form of paranormal protection and normalcy preservation agency. Said agencies are affiliated with one another.
- Outcome Six - The multiverse as a whole has some form of paranormal and normalcy preservation agency. Some agencies conflict with one another and the multiverse is split between ideals.
- Outcome Seven - A small portion of the multiverse has some form of paranormal and normalcy preservation agency. All agencies conflict with one another.
- Outcome Eight - The multiverse as a whole has some form of paranormal and normalcy preservation agency. Some agencies are affiliated with one another. Mutations within SCP-001's memetic code will occur at random. Likely outcome.
- Outcome Nine - Due to a possible conflict within the Wanderer's Library because of the creation of SCP-001 and the Serpent's Hand's ideals, subjects involved with the Wanderer's Library will [DATA EXPUNGED]. Outcome unlikely.
Addendum P-001-C: On 4/18/2038, a security breach occurred within Site-01. Three heavily armed humanoid automatons exited a wormhole during an Overseer Council meeting. The meeting was adjourned with the purpose of placing a final decision on Dr. Keter's SCP-001 reassignment proposal.
Below is an audio transcript of the time period of the breach.
[BEGIN LOG]
[Approximately nine and a half minutes have passed from the initiation of the meeting. This time period was skipped due to irrelevancy to the breach.]
O5-12: █████████, it's Maksur for a reason! We cannot ju-
O5-5: If it were going to repair itself, it would have done so by now. Just think, a church with the power of—
An explosion can be heard. The explosion is quickly followed by gunshots and alarms alongside an unidentified female announcer over an intercom system.
Unidentified: Overseers! There are intruders within Site-01, and they're headed towards the meeting. Lock the room down and activate external security sentries. Alpha-1 is on their way.
At this time, discussion breaks out between the Overseers and the clanging of metal can be heard. More gunshots are audible and are louder than previously.
O5-2: Can you pick me the fuck up? I can't move without my body, God damn it!
O5-6: Alright, alright.
The swooshing of water accompanied by multiple splashes can be heard.
O5-2: Better.
O5-12: Can you focus?
O5-5: If we are to focus, what the fuck are we going to do? Only three of us have weapons and they're nothing more than secondaries. We just have to wait for—
O5-9: Shush! Listen.
The gunshots stop and metallic clamping can be heard distantly.
O5-2: You don't think—
O5-13: She said to be quiet!
The tape is silent aside for the sound of occasional whispering, alarms, and metallic clamping. The silence is interrupted by the sound of a welding tool activating.
O5-4: Fuck.
O5-8: Hold on. [Click.] I've got it.
O5-13: You can't just—
O5-8: Move back! [Crack.] These motherfuckers are going to die at the hands of—
O5-8 is interrupted as another explosion can be heard, this time within the meeting room. The clanging is now audible and multiple gunshots fire out.
Intruder 1: Get down on the ground and place your hands on your head. Now.
O5-8: Why the fuck won't you die?!
Intruder 3: I believe he said "now."
Intruder 2: Yes, he did.
Intruder 3: I also believe this is the last warning you are going to receive before we resort to violence.
O5-8: You are not going to do jack shit!
Intruder 3: Oh, dear.
Intruder 1: Bad choice, sir. Bad choice.
Intruder 2: I warned you, sir.
A crack can be heard alongside O5-8's gun hitting the ground. O5-8 was later recovered with a broken jawbone.
Intruder 1: Would any of you like to be next?
O5-1: Listen—
Intruder 3: Do not get up.
Intruder 2: Yes, we can hear you from here.
O5-1: You do not know who you are messing with. You just fucked eight up. Have you ever considered what repercussions this is going to have?
Intruder 2: Yes, we do know.
Intruder 1: And yes, we have considered it.
Intruder 3: Hence our arrival here.
Intruder 1: Where are the books?
O5-1: What books?
Intruder 2: Zero-zero-one books. Where are they?
O5-5: You've got to be shitting me.
Intruder 3: I am afraid we are not "shitting you."
O5-1: Look, we haven't made any yet. Whatever you're talking about isn't even zero-zero-one, it's—
Intruder 2: We do not believe you. Every other universe has adopted this. They dropped the god long ago.
O5-1: What does that even mean?
Intruder 1: It means that you are the single irregularity in the multiverse. But, as all you jailors propose, the multiverse is perfect just the way it is now. So, tell me: where are the books?
O5-1: I'm telling you, we don't have any!
Intruder 2: Have we stumbled upon the Abnormality?
Intruder 3: Yes, we have.
Intruder 1: You had one job. To get us to the right universe. And you didn't even.. fuck.
Intruder 3: Sorry.
Intruder 1: We need to go back, then. Wipe their memories.
Intruder 2: Gladly.
The sound of an aerosol can releasing its contents can be heard alongside coughing. The room falls silent except for the intruders exiting.
Approximately one hour after this event, heavy footsteps can be heard entering the room.
Unknown 1: Shit!
Unknown 2: Fuck. They've already been here.
O5-2: Gentlemen? Are you here to steal books, too? I'm sorry to inform you, but we don't have a library.
Unknown 2: Hey, that's pretty cool. He's just like our number two.
Unknown 1: Which means you know what happened?
O5-2: Of course. Amnestics cannot work on a [DATA EXPUNGED]; that is common sense. But why should I tell you, after we had guys literally just come in and do all of.. this?
Unknown 1: We come on behalf of Mobile Task Force Omega-12. The Administrator sent us.
O5-2: You know, that's strange, because the Administrator—
Unknown 2: He means the Master Administrator.
O5-2: …we don't have a "master administrator."
Unknown 1: We do, actually. Maybe you've got a headache.
O5-2: Very funny. Why did this "master administrator" send you? Why were you all so late?
Unknown 1: We were informed that they wouldn't be here yet.
O5-2: You'd think Omega-12 operatives would have better thinking skills as to, oh, I don't know, come earlier, maybe?
Unknown 2: Sorry, two.
O5-2: Yeah, yeah. What are you here for?
Unknown 1: We're after the nine-diggers, sir.
O5-2: Nine-diggers? And don't call me sir.
Unknown 2: Okay, maybe not just like our two…
Unknown 1: The intruders. The ones we were told wouldn't be here at this hour. How many books did they take?
O5-2: Looks like you guys don't know, either. We don't have any goddamn books.
Unknown 1: Sorry, what? What did they take, then?
O5-2: Just the stability of eight's jawbone.
Unknown 2: Are you the Abnormality? The single universe that has yet to accept SCP-001 as it is?
O5-2: That's what the "nine-diggers" said.
Unknown 1: It's happening. It's officially happening.
Unknown 2: Gideon said it was unlikely…
O5-2: What's happening?
Unknown 1: Pass this proposal. You may be the last chance we have left.
The unknown individuals begin to exit the room.
[END LOG]
Addendum P-001-D: On 4/22/2038, the following report was submitted by a Mobile Task Force Sigma-3 ("Bibliographers") operative regarding unusual actions from within the Wanderer's Library.
CLASSIFIED LEVEL-5, EYES ONLY
Sigma-3 reporting. We've noticed extremely abnormal behavior from the Library's residents.
They are burning books. Despite their stand against the oppression of knowledge, they have been burning books in small bonfires all throughout the library. One thing to note regarding the specific books they are burning is that smoke that they create is always in the form of the Foundation's "logo."
The theory to why this strange behavior is being emmitted may be because of their knowledge of the memetic agent and their opposition towards the Foundation. Internal conflicts throughout the Library have been increasing in frequency. Something's going on, and the number 9 comes up a lot from Wanderers.
Sigma-3 has yet to recover one of the books that the residents have been igniting, but it is an ongoing objective.
Signed,
- Sigma-3 Operative Edison
OMEGA-12 UPDATE: We have received your message. To clarify, the books they are performing acts of arson onto are copies of SCP-001. We apologize if this designation confuses you, the Abnormality.
Addendum P-001-F: The following is the only file recovered from Dr. Keter's research terminal following his disappearance.
This is your final chance to join the effort, Abnormality. The SCP Foundation is ever-expanding due to the unlimited size and possibilities the multiverse offers. SCP-001 has always been here, far longer than humanity has existed.
Keter read the books and accepted the truth; that this already is SCP-001. Will you?
We secure. We contain. We protect.
— The Master Administrator
WARNING.
DO NOT PROCEED IF LACKING LEVEL-5/001 CLEARANCE.
Personnel under violation of this warning will be terminated.
Level-5/001 clearance accepted.
Welcome, Overseer.
Accessing SCP Foundation Charter SCP-001…
FOUNDING CHARTER FOR THE CREATION OF
THE SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES FOUNDATION
I. "Normalcy" is a term for universally-accepted normalities within one's life, world, galaxy, universe, and dimension. The exact definition of normalcy alters depending on many variables which may change at any given moment in our existence. Humanity, for all of its existence, has preferred to choose one definition of normalcy and stick to it. This is a majority preference and is one that is adopted commonly for the sake of safety. Safety is a necessity in all worlds, and a singular, unified, international organization must be founded for the preservation of international normalcy and safety. This organization will be known as the Special Containment Procedures Foundation.
II. The number one threat facing the preservation of normalcy is the paranormal, magical, and unexplainable. These objects are commonly dangerous or will become dangerous if misused. Public access to these irregular objects can and will lead to chaos and disorder. To ensure that irregularities are kept from threatening normalcy, a three-part mission statement for the Special Containment Procedures Foundation is Part one: Secure. Part two: Contain. Part three: Protect.
III. Secure. The first ideal of the SCP Foundation is to secure and enforce normalcy within life. "Secure" stands next to the securing of uncontained irregularities, securing of civilians for safety, and securing the continuation of the human race.
IV. Contain. The second ideal of the SCP Foundation is to contain secured irregularities with the purpose of concealing these objects that threaten normalcy. This is considered the highest ideal of the SCP Foundation, as it is to be followed by any means necessary. A sub-ideal of containing is the research, better understanding, and documentation of both contained and uncontained irregularities.
V. Protect. The final ideal of the SCP Foundation is to protect the human race. This ideal is supported by containing and securing, and all living organisms must and will contribute to this ideal, whether they are aware of their contributions or not.
VI. The SCP Foundation, at the time of writing, currently has the support and affiliation of 13 nations10. These nations will contribute both militarily and in terms of scientific advancements. To ensure the cooperation and functioning of the affiliated nations, one scholarly individual of power has been chosen to act as the Overseer for the said nation. Other nations are both allowed and encouraged to contribute at any time. This does not guarantee an Overseer slot for the contributing nation.
VII. Construction of the first containment, military, and research facility will begin on 9/29/1890 within a remote location in Saudi Arabia. For further information, the 13 Overseers (collectively the Overseer Council) are to be contacted.
We secure. We contain. We protect.
— The Thirteen Founding Fathers
NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
Dr. Keter's SCP-001 reclassification proposal has yet to be reviewed as of: today. The Overseer Council's meeting for the reclassification of SCP-001 will take place: when you realize that SCP-001 is, always has, and always will be your conviction to contain.
— Maria Jones, Director, RAISA
PLEASE ENGAGE IN A RETINAL SCAN FOR USER SIGN-IN.
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WELCOME TO THE SCiPNET DATABASE.
PLEASE SELECT THE FILE YOU WISH TO ACCESS.
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PLEASE ENTER THE PASSWORD REQUIRED TO ACCESS THIS FILE.
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ACCESSING FILE…
NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
The following is a file found within the desk of Dr. Roy G. Caroll following his death on 31/5/2071. Under no circumstances should this file be recognized as the actual SCP-001.
— Maria Jones, Director, RAISA
The only recovered photo of O5-13 (right).
Item #: SCP-001
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: There are currently no methods to contain SCP-001 that does not pose an HK-Class Historical-Restructuring Scenario and/or a BK-Class Broken Masquerade Scenario.
Description: SCP-001 refers to the event in which an entity now known as O5-13 was simultaneously inserted into all Foundation operations and all components of the Foundation's history.
SCP-001 came to the Foundation's attention following multiple corrupted documents were discovered. These documents described the founding of the SCP Foundation and stated multiple times that there was, at one point in time, only 12 Overseers.
The true nature of SCP-001 is unknown, but it is presumed to be caused due to O5-13 possibly being extraterrestrial or extradimensional origin.
Further description is pending.
Addendum 001-A: The following is an interview with Senior Researcher Tinnp of the Antimemetics Division.
[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. Caroll: And we are recording. Please state your name for the record.
Dr. Tinnp: Are we sure this is, uh… safe? I mean, come on, Roy, this is kinda getting really risky, don't you th—
Dr. Caroll: I can assure you, Dr. Tinnp, that this room is safe and unmonitored.
Dr. Tinnp: [Hesitant] Alright. Where do I start?
Dr. Caroll:
Tags: aquatic, cadaver, city, cognitohazard, meteorological, observational, predictive, safe, scp
SCP-3851 upon recovery.
Item #: SCP-3851
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3851 is contained behind a chainlink fence measuring three meters in height topped with barbed wire which surrounds the lake's perimeter. Extra storm drains have been installed in the area surrounding SCP-3851 due to the lake's secondary anomalous effect.
Description: SCP-3851 is a lake located in Palm Harbor, Florida, which displays three anomalous properties. The lake is theorized to have formed due to excessive rainfall over the course of three months.
SCP-3851's first anomalous property is that any and all living entities and manmade objects cannot submerge themselves in the body of water. If an entity or manmade object is to attempt to submerge themselves, they will be unable to pass SCP-3851's surface, appearing to stand atop the water. Due to this effect, it is unknown whether SCP-3851 has an ending point of depth.
Deceased entities (which were living at any point) are able to breach SCP-3851's surface and will float or sink normally with their regular buoyancy.
SCP-3851's secondary anomalous property is a rainstorm lasting around ten minutes11 in duration which occurs bidaily over the lake and the surrounding half kilometer. The rain and clouds involved with the anomalous property exhibit no individual anomalous properties.12
SCP-3851's final anomalous property is a cognitohazardous effect which manifests alongside its secondary anomalous property with the same duration time. When a subject views the lake, they are able to broadly see the figure of multiple homes with an appearance similar to standard reflection. Despite looking like a reflection, no houses matching the appearance of the effect surround SCP-3851.
Incident 3851-1: On 12 June, 2018, the corpse of an unidentified male child surfaced from SCP-3851. The corpse was swiftly recovered by local Foundation personnel and taken in for autopsy.
Autopsy of the corpse revealed the child to be containing a small glass bottle with an enclosing cork within its chest cavity. The glass bottle contained a note. The contents of said note are as follows:
To our Lord in Heaven,
We have been beneath this body for three months now. We are running out of food, heat, and, ironically, water.
We do not want to be beneath here much longer. We offer a sacrifice to you in hopes that the ocean above us clears up soon rather than crashes down upon us, crushing our homes.
Please, Lord, hear our plea. Send your angels to save us from this state of Limbo, trapped between the body of water above us and the Earth beneath us.
We are still here. Please, our Lord, do not forget about us.
Surveillance of SCP-3851's surface is to be conducted with the intention to find objects similar to those discovered in Incident 3851-1.
Dr. Franny Azerie.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Thaumiel (Subjective)
Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of SCP-XXXX, containment of the main component is unneeded.
Any and all research into SCP-XXXX is to be completed with the cooperation of Dr. Franny Azerie. Any and all research into SCP-XXXX is to be halted until another subject with abilities similar to those of Dr. Franny Azerie's.
Description: SCP-XXXX is the designation given to the incorporeal force anchoring all entities to Baseline reality with the exception of reality-bending objects.
SCP-XXXX is able to be manipulated and altered by anomalous entities capable of reality-bending. One Foundation researcher, Dr. Franny Azerie, is the only known human who is able to directly interact with and manipulate SCP-XXXX.
During these interactions, Dr. Franny Azerie exhibits no signs of struggle and has said that she is able to perform this action "with quite ease."
Not much is known regarding SCP-XXXX's nature other than the object's existence.
Further description is pending.
Addendum-1: The following was an interview conducted by Dr. Roy G. Caroll and Dr. Franny Azerie.
Addendum-2: Dr. Franny Azerie begins experimentation with SCP-XXXX under Overseer supervision on April 21st, 2023. The following is a test log regarding her experimentation.[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. Caroll: Hello, Dr. Azerie.
Dr. Azerie: Please, for the love of God, call me Franny.
Dr. Caroll: Will do.
Dr. Azerie: What brings you here today, Caroll?
Dr. Caroll: I'd like to discuss a few things regarding SCP-XXXX for the record.
Dr. Azerie: Alright, ask away.
Dr. Caroll: You are able to see SCP-XXXX, correct?
Dr. Azerie: Yes.
Dr. Caroll: Can you describe what it looks like?
Dr. Azerie: I… I don't know if I can, Caroll. It's practically indescribable— I'm not talking about some kind of antimemetic effect, I just don't know how to put it into words. But I can tell you one thing that I'm positive of: it's beautiful and it sews all of this together quite nicely.
Dr. Caroll: What do you mean by "all of this?"
Dr. Azerie: Everything, Caroll. Every particle, every speck, every plant, every animal, every human— everything just fits together into one large puzzle piece. That puzzle, of course, is Baseline reality.
Dr. Caroll: Mhm. Do you know why you are able to manipulate SCP-XXXX?
Dr. Azerie: I… No. No, I don't.
Dr. Caroll: Do you know how you are able to manipulate SCP-XXXX?
Dr. Azerie: SCP-XXXX isn't something physical, Caroll. It's just something that exists. Something that exists because we exist, and we exist because it exists. Just about an unlimited circle of existence. (Pause) Y'know, now that I'm saying this aloud, all of this sounds really cliche.
Dr. Caroll: I'm sorry, but that didn't answer my question.
Dr. Azerie: Ah, right, sorry. It's just… it's something that I can just tap into. It's like living. You don't exactly know how to do it specifically, but you know that you can do it, you have done it before, and you will continue to do it.
Dr. Caroll: Will you continue to do it?
Dr. Azerie: Do I have a choice?
[END LOG]
| Task | Outcome | Quote |
| Dr. Franny Azerie is to manifest an apple. | Success | "I can't manifest things, but I can… transport them, if you will. Simply move a small strand of reality and grab an apple from the abyss." |
| Dr. Franny Azerie is to cause a Scranton Reality Anchor's malfunction. | Failure | "The phrase 'you can't fight fire with fire' applies to reality itself, in case you didn't know." |
| Dr. Franny Azerie is to cause a temporal halting within a controlled testing room. |
Note to critics: this is a good ol'-fashioned creepypasta.
I never knew who the lady on the powerline was. All that I do know is that she was fairly pretty, but dressed in a similar fashion to a maid with her jet black hair pulled back into a bun. The lady on the powerline's skin was very pale, and her blue eyes always shot a cold— yet, almost loving— stare. Sometimes, she would never break eye contact. There were other times where she wouldn't make eye contact to begin with. The sight of her was comforting yet unsettling all at once.
Of course, her daily routine both startled and amazed me. She would simply walk on the powerline outside of my house
It felt like it'd been raining for ages.
The beginning of my summer had practically been completely ruined because of the constant pitter-patter on the window panes. I will say that it has indeed helped me sleep when the time came, but I never slept for an entire day. And so, for the entirety of when I was awake, the rain only annoyed me.
I made plans to hang with Jake not too long ago. Y'know, just regular things: bike rides, going to the movies, checkin' out chicks, that kind of thing. But, then again, it wasn't pouring "not too long ago." Instead, all we've been able to do was sit inside and play Xbox Live and talk to one another with our garbage-tier headsets.
I never liked the rain. It rained when my mom and dad fought. It rained on my father's funeral as if it was straight out of a movie where the ceremony of death is super cliche. It rained on me when the girl of my dreams broke my heart. It almost seems like the rain only exists to ruin my definition of a good time. I'd say all of that is a valid reason to despise when God cries. Plus, on top of that, all of our shit gets wet. Yeah, some people like the rain because it's calming, but all it does is make you cold and sick.
We pulled a few all-nighters playing games we've never even heard before. Neither I nor Jake was a fan of video games, but it's all we could do if we couldn't go bike-riding and fuckin' with annoying neighbors.
When I got off of Xbox, I said out loud that "I wish I could just go outside without having to worry about the rain."
I learned the hard way that the phrase 'be careful what you wish for' applies to everyone.
The pitter-patter on the window very slowly decreased in intensity until it stopped completely. The fact that the sound I had been hearing for the past week had suddenly stopped woke me up almost immediately. I ran to the window and there were still raindrops sliding down the smooth, fogged glass. My first instinct was to call Jake, hoping that he was awake.
I dialed in his number and held the output end up to my ear. That calming ring soothed my ear as compared to the rain slamming down on my roof and slowly put a smile on my face. After a click signifying that he had picked up, I shouted excitedly.
"Dude, it stopped raining!" I said.
"I know! Thank God, right?" he responded.
"For real. Do you wanna go talk to your mom to make sure we can still go on a bike ride, or…"
"Yeah, I'll go do that."
"Yeah, same he—" I stopped as I realized that every single person of the neighborhood was stepping outside while looking up and recording something clearly abnormal in the sky. "I'll be right back."
"Alright."
I put the phone down and rushed downstairs, almost busting my ass because I missed a step. The kitchen was right at the bottom of the stairs, and that's where Mom spent most of her time. She loved to cook. I ran into the kitchen, but my mom wasn't there. I decided I'd go check the living room; no one there, either. And that's when I noticed that my door was open and Mom was standing on the porch looking up, just like everyone else.
I slowly walked over to her. "Mom, what's going on?" She looked at me with an indescribable fear in her eyes, motioning me to step outside with her. And so I did.
There was this giant layer of rain floating gracefully above us. I could see more rain land on top of that layer, forming more and more. It started to get really cold because the Sun couldn't reach us, and so the majority of people in the neighborhood went back inside to get a blanket.
I suppose it all started with one drop; just.. stopping, fifty meters from where it was about to crash. And, one after another, other droplets followed, halting suddenly in midair.
My immediate reaction was that of glee due to the fact that it had started raining, followed by a sense of dread as towards what might happen next. The rain has to go somewhere, right?
And that's when it hit me.
As the layers of water piled atop one another, I realized that the rain itself wasn't going to stop anytime soon. And for as long as that body of water kept getting bigger, and bigger, one question remained…
…what happens when this ocean above us begins to obey the laws of gravity again?
Just a little something fueled by plenty of soda and browsing Reddit.
Image is from Wallpaper-House.
Thank you for reading!
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe-provisi
Special Containment Procedures: Any online articles attempting to reveal the nature of SCP-XXXX are to be taken down via Foundation WEBCRAWLER-38 ("Cruisin' For A Bruisin'"). The subject that authored the
Due to the fact that SCP-XXXX is widespread is regarded as "common," no extra containment procedures are needed and SCP-XXXX is classified as Safe.
Description: SCP-XXXX is the designation given to minuscule industrial buildings that will randomly manifest under a subject's skin with the external disguise of an indistinct bruise.
Critics: AshGray does not match any existing user name, Captain Kirby
Tags: artifact, autonomous, clothing, joke, safe, scp, unusual-incidents-unit
A UIU special agent (left) and Foundation researcher (right) demonstrating the proper use of SCP-1131.
Item #: SCP-1131
Object Class: Thaumiel
Special Containment Procedures: Due to the efficiency of SCP-1131, global usage is allowed to indefinitely continue.
Description: SCP-1131 refers to a method utilized by the Unusual Incidents Unit used to counter the effects of cognitohazardous entities.
SCP-1131 operates in an autonomous function when the subject using the method has encountered a cognitohazardous entity.13
The mind, when affected by a cognitohazardous entity, will undergo a series of chemical changes heavily varying based upon the goal and power of said entity. These chemical changes are the main source of the properties shown on the affected subject, IE: loss of motor function, memory alteration, and "mind-control."
These chemical changes can be completely counteracted via any amount of the element tin (symbol Sn, atomic number 50), but only if the tin is covering the majority of the top of the skull. This is commonly achieved via hand-shaped tinfoil wrapped around the head in a fashion similar to a hat. This method is SCP-1131.
SCP-1131 works due to the fact that the cognitohazardous properties, auras, and effects that an entity may give out cannot travel through closed tinfoil under any circumstances (with the exception of very few entities; research is ongoing).
Addendum: The following is a collection of test logs of SCP-1131. Researcher Roy G. Caroll is the overseer for all tests involving SCP-1131.
Object: SCP-035
Procedure: A D-Class personnel (D-1131-1) is to be introduced to SCP-035's containment chamber. The subject is then to be questioned as to the effects they are feeling.
Results: D-1131-1 felt no compulsion to don SCP-035. During the test, SCP-035's smile altered into a frown. Following the conclusion of the test, SCP-035 has been extremely uncooperative and pouty because it "got defeated by a fucking tinfoil hat."
Attempts to make SCP-035 more cooperative during testing is ongoing.
Object: SCP-3213
Procedure: SCP-1131 is to be used on a southern elephant seal. SCP-3213 is then to be introduced into the seal's direct line of sight.
Results: SCP-3213 had no effect on the seal. Following introduction to the seal in a controlled testing chamber, SCP-3213 burst out into tears and said the interaction was "the best moment of his life" because he was "finally able to hug a seal."
Addendum: SCP-3213 is currently scheduled to go on a date with the elephant seal it has since named "Darla."
Object: SCP-055
Procedure: A Foundation researcher using SCP-1131 is to be exposed to SCP-055 to see if it has any effect against the object's antimemetic properties.
Results: See transcript below.
[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. Condon: Hooooooly shit.
Dr. Caroll: What do you see?
Dr. Condon: Roy, I see it.
Dr. Caroll: What do you see, Dr. Condon?
Dr. Condon: I see it. Oh-fifty-five.
SCP-055: Well shit.
Dr. Caroll: What is SCP-055— er, what?
Dr. Condon: We have an oh-fifty-five! It's right in front of me!
Dr. Caroll: We don't have an oh-fifty-five. What do you see, anyway?
SCP-055: Don't tell him.
Dr. Condon: It's…
SCP-055: Don't do it.
Dr. Condon: It's… it's incredible…
Dr. Caroll: What is the object you see?
Dr. Condon: …it's a tinfoil hat. With a mouth.
SCP-055: …why'd you have to ruin the fun?
[END LOG]
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: The area which SCP-XXXX is located is to be designated as a military zone (Area-XXXX) no less than 10 km in diameter. The perimeter of Area-XXXX is to be covered in a Class-X visually cognitohazardous material to prevent external viewing of SCP-XXXX.
All communication with SCP-XXXX is to be achieved by a set of four specialized speakers located .5 km from SCP-XXXX in the four primary cardinal directions.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a massive, sapient, animate humanoid constructed purely of marble measuring approximately .5 km in diameter and 2.7 km in height.
SCP-XXXX is always in a kneeling position with its arms outstretched towards the sky as if bearing a constant weight. Despite this positioning, SCP-XXXX is not actually holding a physical object.
In the area surrounding SCP-XXXX, world atlases have been witnessed to manifest suddenly on the ground.
SCP-XXXX upon recovery.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Thaumiel
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX's physical transportation is to be utilized purely by specialized Mobile Task Force Gamma-5 ("Red Herrings") personnel upon an information breach. If SCP-XXXX is not in use by MTF Gamma-5, all instances are to be stored in high-priority storage lockers within Site-51, an isolated site used purely for the containment of cognitohazardous objects.
Photos of SCP-XXXX are to be uploaded onto various social media sites internationally via Foundation WEBCRAWLER-24 ("X-Files").
GPS trackers are to be placed on the back of each SCP-XXXX. The location of SCP-XXXX is to be monitored by specially-trained research personnel of level-3 clearance.
Under no circumstances should a Foundation personnel who has not undergone SCP-XXXX-resistance training enter the area of effect nor view the object.
Description: SCP-XXXX is the designation given to a cognitohazardous poster measuring approximately 1 m in height and .4 m in width.
SCP-XXXX displays a painted forest landscape with a mountainous background. Floating above the foreground is an unidentified flying object (UFO) with a design commonly used in fictional paranormal media. Within the forested foreground is a sentence reading "I WANT TO BELIEVE" in capitalized white text.
SCP-XXXX's anomalous properties manifest upon viewage or entering an area with a radius of approximately 5 km of the object. Following the activation of SCP-XXXX's affects, all individuals who have viewed the object or are within the affected area will have an extremely heightened sense of doubt in the existence of the paranormal. This property still effects subjects who directly view paranormal entities and/or events.
Addendum:
Critics: Jazstar
tags: alive, animal, auditory, hallucination, safe, scp, sentient
SCP-XXXX-2 (left) and -5 (right) upon recovery.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX are to be kept in a standard animal containment chamber within Site-64.
Description: SCP-XXXX is the designation given to five Vietnamese pot-bellied domestic pigs (Sus scrofa domesticus).
When a subject makes a statement that they know is false within the audible vicinity of SCP-XXXX, the instances' anomalous effects will manifest.
Within the first phase of SCP-XXXX's properties, the subject will begin to experience feelings of anxiety and unease. These are accompanied by a strong belief that they are being watched by an unknown entity. When pressed, the subjects are unable to identify who or what they believe are watching them. These feelings have never been experienced to dissipate in less than 40 hours.
In phase two, subjects will begin to visually hallucinate domestic pigs similar in appearance to SCP-XXXX within their peripheral vision. Electronic recording devices and nearby personnel confirm that these entities do not actually manifest. The second phase of the series of hallucinations has ranged as low as thirty minutes to as long as two weeks.
Should a subject sleep during the second phase of hallucination, they will experience frequent nightmares, all of which involve unpleasant experiences alongside the seemingly unrelated appearance of domestic pigs within said nightmares.
In the final third phase, subjects will hallucinate the appearance of domestic pigs within their direct line of sight. Similar to the previous phase, no domestic pigs have ever actually manifested.
During the final phase, the domestic pigs which the subject hallucinates become able to speak and comprehend English. The nonexistent entities will discuss with the subject about events in their past in which the subject has lied to others and caused them inconvenience in any manner. This phase will continue until the subject is both crying and vocalizes the phrase "I'm sorry."14
After the subject has vocalized the phrase, SCP-XXXX's anomalous properties demanifest.
Addendum: On 5/11/18, a Foundation research personnel (Dr. Connor Nickoloff) said a statement that they were aware was false without knowing that they were in the audible vicinity of SCP-XXXX. The subject underwent normal anomalous effects until four weeks later.
At this time, a domestic pig similar in appearance to SCP-XXXX suddenly manifested and charged towards Dr. Nockoloff, causing them to fall to the ground.
While the pig in question was atop of Dr. Nickoloff, it vocalized "When will you learn? Lying only hurts, little pig," prior to running down the hall, turning a corner, and demanifesting.
It is to note that during this time, all SCP-XXXX instances were in containment.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Any and all subjects to undergo an SCP-XXXX event are to be administered Class-C amnestics with the intent to remove any and all memory associated with the phenomenon.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a phenomenon which occurs solely in rented office spaces in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
Tags: airborne, autonomous, artifact, euclid, scp, self-repairing, transmission
Critics: Gummy_Dragon,
Mach0,
A Blessed Feline,
Veiedhimaedhr
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: All flights of GoI-439 are to be monitored via Foundation satellites and Foundation personnel embedded in the air traffic control centers of civilian airports. If SCP-XXXX occurs near civilization, disinformation campaigns are to be spread regarding the event with the main idea that it was a failed stunt.
Description: SCP-XXXX is the designation given to a phenomenon affecting flights operated by GoI-439 ("Weiss Air Service"), a private transportation-by-air and package transfer corporation involved in multiple anomalous phenomena.
SCP-XXXX's anomalous properties manifest when a vehicle operated by a GoI-439 employee begins to experience technical difficulties. The most common difficulties faced are those affecting the rotors, engine, wings, and other components that are responsible for stable flight.
The technical difficulty will continue to occur until the vehicle affected by SCP-XXXX approaches within ~200 meters in height from the ground. Upon reaching this height, the vehicle (hereby referred to as SCP-XXXX-1) will suddenly experience a complete repair of the technical difficulty, causing its flight path to stabilize.
Following the reparation, a transmission of a feminine voice will be received through any and all communication devices installed within SCP-XXXX-1:
I love you, Stephen. I will never let you fail, especially when you're trying your best; when you fall, I'll be there to pick you back up. From: May.
Upon SCP-XXXX-1's flight path stabilizing, SCP-XXXX's anomalous properties will immediately cease.
Addendum XXXX-A: The following is an interview with Dr. Roy Caroll and Chloe Barlow, a long-time employee of GoI-439 who underwent an SCP-XXXX event while flying solo.
[BEGIN LOG]
Researcher Caroll: State your name and occupation for the record.
Chloe Barlow: Chloe Petunia Barlow, transport pilot for the Weiss Air Service.
Researcher Caroll: Can you explain to me the experience you had while flying?
Chloe Barlow: I, uh— I was just flying. The plan was to deliver some shit to Alaska, refuel, and then fly back.
Researcher Caroll: What kind of cargo were you carrying?
Chloe Barlow: I didn't check. Sorry.
Researcher Caroll: That's alright. Continue.
Chloe Barlow: The, uh, rotor started to fail. I, through common sense, thought I was going to die. I started to call it in to the ATC, but, uh… it was interrupted by a transmission. Oh, and, of course, the plane miraculously fixing itself.
Researcher Caroll: We already know what the transmission is. Do the names Stephen or May mean anything to you?
Chloe Barlow: Yeah, they do, actually. There was a guy named Stephen who worked here for quite a while, but he died in a crash a few years back. He talked about his wife a lot— that's, uh, that's May.
Researcher Caroll: Do you know of May's possible whereabouts?
Chloe Barlow: No. Pretty sure she disappeared after Mr. Weiss took away her severance funds.
Researcher Caroll: Thank you for your time.
[END LOG]
Addendum XXXX-B: The following is a note recieved by Chloe Barlow approximately one month following the interview which had been recovered from her employee storage locker within GoI-439's headquarters.
My dearest Stephen,
I miss you so much. If I would have just listened to you and used my powers earlier, then you wouldn't be dead, and I wouldn't have to visit your grave and cry upon seeing the name "Stephen Harding" enscribed into a tombstome.
I shouldn't have run away. When I left, I was just scared of hurting you, and so I made my own cottage in Nevada, just like we always dreamed of when we were to retire. While I was in Nevada, I finally decided that you were right, and I altered the fabric of reality just for you, darling. I just wanted to keep you safe, but I made the alteration too late, and you crashed into the snowy mountains only miles away from my cottage.
I never knew that was you who died in that horrific incident until today, hence why I am writing this letter to you. I just wanted you to be safe, but because I left, I just ended up hurting you even more. I broke your heart by slamming the door shut without truly saying goodbye and telling you how much I loved you, and that will always be the greatest regret of my life.
I miss you, Stephen. If I knew how to bring you back, I would.
I am so sorry.
From, your wife,
May.
Where SCP-3803 should be located in the Tharsis region.
Item #: SCP-3803
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3802 is to be monitored from site – ██ at all times by at least one Senior Researcher. MTF Phi – 7 is to be stationed with at least one 5 person squad on standby at site – ██. Any changes to SCP-3803 are to be reported immediately. In case of outside excursions by SCP-3803-a follow protocol Olympus and shut down all site entrances immediately. Please refer to Senior Researcher Mare for updates on SCP-3803 as expeditions ensue.
Description: SCP-3803 is a large Pentagonal structure located in the Tharsis region of Mars and measuring 2 km by 1.8k on the surface and being an undetermined width, length, and depth underground. While no pictures have been taken via satellite due to a not yet understood anomalous effect, the structure can be seen if a subject gets within 0.5 km of its sides. First discovered by the curiosity rover, it is now under the jurisdiction of site director Will Garner and MTF Phi – 7, designated “Mars Rovers”.
On the outside, SCP-3803 has one large 2-meter by 5-meter door on each side with a console of some sort off to the side. Current function of said consoles is unknown, but it has been determined that they are not for door control as all doors have remained open since discovery. Upon entering SCP-3803, it was found to consist of a large maze on the top level and is provided with a false sky similar to an Earth dusk via unknown means. The maze is made up of roughly 27 meter tall walls made from an unknown metal alloy. Attempts to climb these walls have proved to be a possible, yet inefficient method for moving large forces.
The maze houses large robotic “guards” henceforth referred to as SCP-3803-a. Instances of SCP-3803-a have been observed to be 2 meter tall, slender, sharp, bipedal metal constructs, with 5 "eyes" of varying colors and positions on their heads. These constructs have been reported to interact with most objects via a "multipurpose tool" implanted in their left arm. While it is rather easy to avoid instances of SCP-3803-a, when subjects are fully intercepted, SCP-3803-a drags them through self-made openings in the walls that subsequently close, to a currently unknown location.
All attempts at using cameras, drones, and GPS locators to find this location have failed. In the center of the maze is a large spiral staircase leading down to the next level. This secondary level consists of a visually similar maze, with the main difference being its constant changing, making expeditions very difficult. This area contains a more advanced version of SCP-3803-a that has been dubbed SCP-3803-a-2 that is significantly faster and more intelligent than the older models, making use of what seem to be high power hydraulic pumps in their legs. It also contains a single larger model that has dubbed SCP-3803-b or the “minotaur”. This minotaur is equipped with a an unknown firing mechanism which it uses to discharge a currently unknown plasma. What remains further underneath is currently unknown, though expeditions are in progress.
Most recent expedition by MTF Commander █████ has yielded a plethora of interesting data points.
Addendum:[Expedition log 0: Today we’ve been given orders for yet another expedition into the maze. The director’s given us two primary objectives and one secondary one. We are to find the end of the maze, locate missing foundation members, and (if possible) contain SCP-3803-b. Doubt we’ll be able to find where they take people or the end of the maze anytime soon, but R&D says they’ve got something special in store for us. Still two days until we head off. I hope everything works out.
Expedition log 1: We’ve been provided with two weeks’ rations, standard issue armaments, two researchers, and a new gun from R&D that we’re hoping can take down the minotaur without harming it. No idea how it works yet, but that’s why we have the nerds. I’ve assigned Jones, Carter, Erikson, and Skovgaard to join me. Hopefully, we’ll arrive at the East entrance in the next hour.
Expedition log 2: The gate looks bizarre every time I see it. It looks like it was made to fit a giant through it, but I suppose that’d make sense considering SCP-3803-b. The researchers told us to watch the entrance while they investigate the console a bit more. Don’t know why they try. We’ve never once gotten one of those things to turn on. Luckily, it gives me time to write before we actually head in. here’s hoping we don’t die.
Expedition log 3: We’ve set up camp for the night after walking for 5 hours. Haven’t had any problems so far and one of the researchers who goes by Eliot has been stopping and watching every single instance of SCP-3803-a we pass by while scribbling in his notebook. Turns out he’s nearly a senior researcher on SCP-3803-a and this expedition is his best chance to get promoted. He seems to have a pretty solid handle on their habits despite this being his first time actually in SCP-3803. Hopefully his knowledge comes to good use.
Expedition log 4: We’ve reached the center with no problems. It’s a lot easier when you have a map of the place. Things get harder after this. Not only do we have to avoid the SCP-3803-a-2 models, but also make sure we don’t get lost. That on top of containing SCP-3803-b, will make this one hell of a time. Jones claims he could take on SCP-3803-b alone, but no one believes he could be capable of any feats of strength after the mishap with the water cooler.
Expedition log 5: since radio signals and GPS don’t work down here, the researchers have put into play a two-part place to keep us from getting lost. Eliot’s going to actively track our movements on a paper map so as to keep us oriented. Meanwhile, the other researcher, Triston, will be using quinine and a high energy black light to track our steps. He’s ordered us to paint quinine onto our shoes at the start of each day and flicks the stuff all over the place behind us. It’s sort of weird putting what may as well be strong tonic water on our shoes, but at least the stuff looks nice under black light.
Expedition log 6: while doing his daily robot stalking, Eliot has discovered something odd about SCP-3803-a-2. They seem to have a multipurpose tool of sorts implanted in their left arm. So far, Eliot has recorded SCP-3803-a-2 using this tool to do the following: “unlock” doors in walls, aim at persons in a threatening fashion (assumed to be some sort of gun), and what is believed to be an exchange of data between units. I hate writing all formal, but the site director requires it for logging information. In addition, Erikson is getting really bored. She’s started taking old scrap from past encounters with SCP-3803-a-2 and forming it into various artworks. I may actually put one she made into a penguin playing a saxophone in my office when we get back.
Expedition log 7: This search is getting old. We honestly don’t even know where we’re trying to get to since no one’s seen anything other than walls in this part of the maze. We may, however, be on the trail of the minotaur. We keep running into mangled piles of SCP-3803-a-2 in various parts of the maze. One was even halfway into one of the maze's “doors”. We’re hoping that following this trail of destruction will lead us to it. Eliot so far has no theories on why SCP-3803-b would assault other instances inside SCP-3803, but I’m betting it’s just destroying anything it deems to be a threat, which seems to be nearly everything.
Expedition log 8: well, we’re down to 4 days’ rations now. We woke up this morning to several instances of SCP-3803-a-2 surrounding us. Usually, they ignore us when we’re sleeping, probably thinking us to be dead, but we woke up at the perfectly wrong time today. No one was seriously injured, but a dead instance landed on our supplies and spilled some odd oily liquid onto our food. Eliot and Triston spent a few minutes arguing about what it may be before they decided to put our spoiled rations in bags along with a phial of the stuff for further research. Skovgaard and Jones are getting pretty restless as well, claiming that we should have given up the ghost a day or two ago. We’ve decided to turn back if possible tomorrow.
Expedition log 9: After walking all day without incident, we’ve decided to turn back. Carter, who’s been relatively silent during this whole thing, has decided to take the gun from R&D off her back and shoot at any instances we come across. Apparently, the gun is some kind of bizarre EMP gun that shuts the robots off for an undetermined amount of time. She insists upon smashing their faces in with an emergency ax we brought almost immediately after she shoots them, so we haven’t been able to investigate. She’s promised to leave one intact for research once we get upstairs, but it’s hard for me to trust the lady who’s cradling a 15-pound gun in her arms like a baby.
Expedition log 10: We’ve arrived back on the main level without seeing the minotaur once. Triston and Eliot’s method of tracing our steps has worked wonders. We were able to follow our tracks back a fair distance and simply followed our rudimentary map to get back on the trail whenever a wall cut it off. Carter is still causing mayhem with her gun, but on the bright side, we haven’t had to worry about getting in a fight. Erikson is taking great pleasure in the bounty of scrap she can collect from instances. She’s actually made a crude scale model of SCP-3803-a-2 that she’s going to present to the site director.
Expeditions log 11: We’re nearly back to the gate and luckily too, as we are getting dangerously low on rations. Skovgaard has taken up using SCP-3803-a arms as puppets and is planning on putting on a show with Jones tonight. God help us.
Expedition log 12: We’ve reached the gate and are now on our way back to site-██. We’re bringing back a ton of parts from various instances, including that oily liquid. We actually had some trouble fitting it all in the rover until Jones offered to let our deactivated instance of SCP-3803-a on his lap. I’m personally just glad to not have to deal with any more puppet shows. Now to file a formal log.
Commander’s mission end log.
Mission to SCP-3803 on [redacted], was completed on [redacted].
Mission directives
Find end of SCP-3803: status – failed
Locate missing foundation members: status – failed
Apprehend SCP-3803-b: status – failed
Cargo log
Staff lost – 0
Rounds expended – 326
“special’ discharge rounds expended - 47
Rations expended/lost – 14 days
Gained materials:
1 intact SCP-3803-a unit
23 SCP-3803 metal sculptures
4 SCP-3803-a arms
1 phial of an unknown liquid derived from SCP-3803-a-2
2 rations tainted with aforementioned liquid.
All formal mission directives have been failed. However, due to the immense amount of research material and information for use in future expeditions, I have decided to dub this mission a partial success.]
Digital, three-dimensional model of Mars with the Tharsis region's thermal activity highlighted.
Item #: SCP-3803
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3803 is to be monitored via Foundation-operated surveillance satellites and Minkowski Spacetime Monitors at all times by research personnel of Astronomical Research Site-2. As of this writing, four modified Scranton Reality Anchors are on course to land and self-deploy outside of SCP-3803's currently affected perimeter.
Description: SCP-3803 is a structure of presumably extraterrestrial origin measuring ~5 m in length and ~2.5 m in width located within the Tharsis region of Mars.
SCP-3803's entrance contains a singular mechanical device operating in a similar fashion to that of an elevator. The device's interior is also extremely similar to that of a standard elevator's. The device descends to a depth of ~79 m, leading to a large construct exhibiting extremely unstable Hume levels.
Kratos walked through the containment site, blood spurting out of every artificial pore. Bullets had not done much to stop him; he was fueled by vengeance.
His son, his legacy; all taken away from him because of some biblical fuck who thinks they're better than Kratos himself.
The thought of the biblical liar caused Kratos' blood to boil, his eyes becoming more bloodshot than they ever have before. He tightened the grip on his Leviathan, wandering the panicked facility until he had found the one who caused him all of this trouble.
I have killed Zeus, Kratos thought to himself. Ripped the wings off Icarus. Slaughtered Hermes' lower half. Taken over Mount Olympus. The gods are dead, and yet a demigod believes he can pose a threat. He snorted. I will teach him the truth.
Able dashed through the snowy landscape, attempting to find the shack. The blizzard pressed hard against his ink-stained skin. The gargantuan longsword he held dragged against the floor which was covered with feet of snow, creating an almost perfect line corresponding to Able's path.
Seven years had passed since his last escape. The biome that surrounded him was devoid of everything. All the eye could see was flat white. He had been training for this moment. To finally slay the serpent.
The thoughts of his sword clashing against the millions of chains which kept him from his quest only increased his speed.
"I will slay it," Able said to himself as something came over the horizon. He stopped in his tracks, placing a hand to cover his eyes as if it were going to help him see in a fucking blizzard.
And, as he had hoped, the "something" over the horizon was the shack. A grin crept onto Able's face as he began to dash once more towards the only thing keeping him from his mission.
The serpent sat at the bottom of its hell, burning away to the hydrochloric acid which engulfed it. It would never die, but its scars would never be removed. Constant reminders of the battles the serpent had faced covered its skin. The fact that the serpent even had a singular similar aspect to Able enraged it.
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