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- SCP-XXXX - They Went AFK
- SCP-XXXX - The "Wrong Side of the Bed" is the Underside
- I Home from the Mall
- Exquisite Corpse ConProcs
- CorpseCon Entry
- I Flee, My Obsession Cathectic
- uhhhh what
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: (internet-sifting programs, bots designed to note keywords and anomalous/abnormal lack of response?)
Description: SCP-XXXX is an infohazardous anomaly that takes the form of a direct message from a subject on a social media platform.
Item #: SCP-3049
Object Class: (Placeholder)
Special Containment Procedures: (after testing, d-class are forbidden to sleep on mattresses, probably given something like a cot? may not be allowed outside at this point because it may spread infection further - subject to termination, surveillance cameras on room to make sure nobody uses the beds?)
Description: SCP-3049-1 through SCP-3049-48 are a series of various mattresses that are contaminated by a virulent and infectious phenomenon that is activated when a sapient human lies down on and enters REM sleep on an instance of SCP-3049 (the activation event hereby known as SCP-3049-A). Once the subject is recovered from an SCP-3049-A event they will become a carrier of the –A phenomenon, thus turning any non-anomalous mattress they physically contact into another instance of SCP-3049.1
SCP-3049-A events do not occur if the afflicted subject sleeps on any surface that is not a form of a bed or mattress.
An SCP-3049-A event, when described from those who experience it, is overall described the same way and can be split into two stages:
- Passive: Subject will perceive an alarm going off on any device that contains one at exactly 6:30 AM, local time. This alarm will go off even if it has not been preset by the subject. If there are no devices with an alarm nearby, the subject will still claim to hear the sound of one waking them up from their sleep.2 In an attempt to muffle the alarm the subject will take action along the lines of covering their ears, covering their head with a pillow, etc. Eventually, in all recorded cases, the subject will resort to turning in bed so that they will be laying facedown on the mattress. Subject will then feel a sensation similar to a hypnagogic jerk, where they will fully wake up immediately, sitting up straight in their bed. Subject will faintly realize that they did not turn over in order to sit up, but will then dismiss it as involving them accidentally falling back asleep. At this point, no alarm will be heard, signifying that the subject is in the midst of the SCP-3049-A event.
- Active: Subject will emerge in a room that is an exact replica of the one they fell asleep in, except for a noted "difference of light" and a "lack of color," with all objects and surfaces appearing to be more washed-out and in duller tones. These duplicate rooms are hereby dubbed SCP-3049-B. If SCP-3049-B has windows, the world beyond will seem overcast and "darker" than usual, if visible at all, as many reports highlight the presence of a thick fog rolling through the landscape outside. Any potential exit methods to SCP-3049-B, such as doors or windows, are unable to be opened by any means likely to be locked and/or obstructed from the outside. The time spent by the subject in SCP-3049-B varies randomly, with the duration differing in the time slot of approximately 15 seconds to 4 days. These descriptions of time spent are usually outlined as fitting the nonsensical logic found in dreams. Subjects do not report feeling urges such as hunger, thirst, or the need to produce waste. Eventually, the subject will feel an irresistible compulsion to go back to bed, lying down and closing their eyes. Once they open their eyes, they will be lying in the "original" instance of SCP-3049 that they had fallen asleep in, no longer in SCP-3049-B.
Physically, subjects who experience an SCP-3049-A event do not gain any sleep from the experience, on the contrary, typically losing sleep from their experience consistent to how much time they had spent in SCP-3049-B. The time that subjects spend during an SCP-3049-A event is mostly incongruent to how long they were absent, usually amounting to approximately 8 to 9 hours.
Addendum 3049.01: Testing Logs
Test Subject: Madeline Tarstoff
Overseer: Senior Researcher Dr. Emery
Foreword:
Discovery: The first instances of SCP-3049 were recovered in one of the suburbs of ████████ ████, Michigan, after a handful of accounts of residents "falling through their beds" were reported to local police stations over a one-week period. Embedded agents in the area also took note of local gossip about civilians having, what they deemed, "almost identical nightmares". After swift interrogation, SCP-3049's infectious properties were pinpointed, giving the Foundation the grounds to quarantine the city under the guise of an outbreak of an unknown influenza strain. After approximately 19 days of study, and
The way the streetlamps looked bothered me.
The world was cold as I walked through the exit of the complex's Nordstrom. The light from behind me was warm and comforting, remind me of a fire in the hearth when it got cold during the winter.
It was like that now.
Today, I went to the mall to hang out with my friend. I met up with him on the second floor, and we walked around the place, passing through stores and chatting about mundane things. He was wearing a flannel shirt, jeans and a backwards baseball cap, and I was wearing a ratty hoodie and sweatpants. He had teased me about sporting my usual "homeless chic" and I had responded that he didn't look any better with his hipster barista getup.
That was about a half hour ago.
He had to leave about something, and when he left, I wandered the mall by myself, slowly passing by storefronts and kiosks. The longer I wandered, the more I started feeling .
That feeling was growing a little stronger now, as I walked through the lot. I didn't really know what it was, but the best way I can describe it is when a phrase or memory is nagging at your head, but you can't fully flesh it out. Forgetting a word only for it to be on the tip of your , you know? I shook my head, writing it off as a small bout of loneliness.
I stumbled across the parking lot, the streetlamps highlighting the mist that loomed over everything. A cut through my hoodie, making the feel even more stark against my frame. I passed by a few pedestrians - a girl around my age with another young woman, a tall guy with a green mohawk and in his ears, and a man in a wrinkled suit.
My stomach lurched.
I looked around.
Where's my ?
…my ?
How did I here?
I stumbled.
Object Class: Euclid
Secure Containment Procedures: All main routes to SCP-XXXX have been redirected or removed. Municipal and public records of both SCP-XXXX and SCP-XXXX-1 instances have been destroyed or fabricated. Class B amnestics are to be used accordingly on the extended families of SCP-XXXX-1 instances who do not live within SCP-XXXX's borders. Public figures and citizens who claim they remember or know of the existence and/or location of SCP-XXXX are to be interviewed before being treated with amnestics. MTF Lambda-7 ("Camp Counselors") are to monitor surrounding towns and maintain a cover story regarding SCP-XXXX as a local urban legend.
Provisional Site-22 has been constructed in order to contain SCP-XXXX's influence within its borders. Twelve Scranton Reality Anchors are positioned at various focal points around Site-22 as a protective measure for potential SIREN Events. All personnel stationed on-site are required to wear sound-suppressing earmuffs when crossing SCP-XXXX's borders or when interacting with instances of SCP-XXXX-1.
During a SIREN Event, all of Site-22's personnel are to enter the base while wearing ear protection. Standard lockdown procedures are to be initiated, and the Scranton Reality Anchors are to be activated in order to preserve gravitational and structural integrity. Any personnel that are unaccounted for during a SIREN Event are to be considered deceased. Lockdown protocols will conclude approximately 2 hours after a SIREN Event has transpired, along with all anomalous vocalizations. Subsequently, all personnel are to be immediately screened and tested for potential cognitohazardous influence due to the SIREN Event.
Site-22 personnel are not to acknowledge or otherwise react to any subterranean vocalizations. Doing so is subject to potential contamination, resulting in swift termination.
Item #: SCP-5607
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Any cell or transport in which SCP-5607 is contained must have one layer of iron and one layer of silver embedded in its walls, ceiling, and roof. An airlock-style door to its cell should be used so that SCP-5607 is never unenclosed by these materials.
SCP-5607 should not be in close proximity to an active Way or other anomalous passageway and the area containing SCP-5607 should be locked down if one manifests in the vicinity of the facility for any reason. If SCP-5607 successfully enters a spontaneously generated Way, a Code Orange containment breach is to be enacted until SCP-5607 is retrieved.
Personnel assigned to guard SCP-5607 during containment or transportation should be allocated with the following in addition to standard equipment:
- Shotgun (underbarrel, if desired) loaded with standard Foundation anomalous engagement Iron-Silver shot.
- One pair iron cuffs, one pair silver cuffs.
- Noise-cancelling headphones, linked to radio.
In the event of a containment breach, instances of SCP-5607-1 should be engaged with Iron-Silver shot while instances of SCP-5607-2 should be detained with iron and silver cuffs until SCP-5607's manifestation ends.
Description: SCP-5607 is a masked humanoid figure coated in a thick layer of a dark, opaque gel-like material. This substance is highly toxic to organic matter, swiftly developing gangrenous symptoms within minutes after contact. This gel has also been observed to slowly corrode through most inorganic materials, though at a slower, constant rate. It is currently unknown how SCP-5607 has not succumbed to the full effects of this gel, but x-ray analysis shows that SCP-5607’s skeleton is overall intact, despite the constant damage to the outer layers of bone.3
SCP-5607’s mask is a pale featureless ovoid that is fused to its face. SCP-5607’s mask physically resembles porcelain in all traits yet is composed of an organic bone-like substance. Fracturing or removing SCP-5607’s mask reveals no face and has been shown to cause it pain, yet any damage done to the mask will slowly heal over time.
SCP-5607 demonstrates Level 2 thematurgical abilities that it passively enacts when it has been occupying a specific room or area for longer than approximately 14 hours. Effects of this manipulation take various forms, with the most common being:
- Colored orbs of light hovering around the immediate area
- Sounds of laughter and conversation, presumably from a large crowd
- Jeering, also assumed to be from a large crowd
- Distorted orchestral music
When bound and/or surrounded by an enclosed mass of silver, SCP-5607's thematurgical capabilities are greatly diminished, though not inhibited fully. Similarly, SCP-5607's physical strength is diminished by the presence of iron, increasing the lengths of its emotional “calm states”. It is also of note that SCP-5607's corrosive agent does not act on either of these materials.4
Despite this, SCP-5607 is able to passively generate active Ways within a 15-meter radius of itself. SCP-5607 constantly attempts to flee through these portals, though Foundation probes and drones constantly show that all manifested Ways lead to a blockage, usually taking the form of a bricked-off wall.5
SCP-5607 is emotionally unstable, randomly switching between a calm state and an agitated state. During a calm state, SCP-5607 is placid and easily manageable, following orders when prompted. When SCP-5607 enters an agitated state, it lashes out towards its immediate surroundings and/or any living being within the area. When SCP-5607’s agitated state is exacerbated, it manifests entities similar to soldiers on horseback (hereafter referred to as SCP-5607-1). Instances of SCP-5607-1 consist of the same corrosive gel material that coats SCP-5607, although instances lack a skeletal or muscular system. It is also of note that SCP-5607-1 instances wear masks similar to that of SCP-5607. Instances of SCP-5607-1 carry long metal spears that they use to attack and kill targets that exacerbate or provoke SCP-5607 in its agitated state.
Despite the danger of SCP-5607-1 instances, they quickly dissipate when in recurring contact with both iron and silver.
Occasionally, instances of SCP-5607-2 will confront SCP-5607 in the environment it is situated in.6 Instances of SCP-5607-2 appear as small, avian entities with a similar appearance to Columba livia domestica (footnote: The domestic carrier pigeon.), with the main departures consisting of the subjects also being coated in SCP-5607’s corrosive gel, along with instances’ faces being obscured by the same mask worn by SCP-5607.
SCP-5607-2 instances do not dematerialize when confronted with iron and silver, and can be detained easily. Instances of SCP-5607-2 appear to fulfill a purpose similar to a security camera, with a brain and neural system that act as a makeshift organic computer, specifically used to store image data and video files. Studies are currently underway to convert instances of SCP-5607-2’s organic binary into a format registerable and translatable by current computers.
SCP-5607 rarely speaks, but during an agitated emotional state it will occasionally vocalize a harsh, prolonged screech reminiscent of warping metal. The frequency of this noise is high enough to cause significant damage to the inner ear at approx. 180 dB. Foundation personnel who have come into contact with SCP-███, SCP-████, and other similar anomalies perceive SCP-5607’s vocalizations as a “mournful song”. Interviews are currently being scheduled to obtain further information regarding this topic.
SCP-5607 was discovered on the island of Spargi in the Strait of Bonifacio in 1998 after residents of northern Sardinia reported music coming in with the ocean tides. Foundation MTFs were quickly deployed, finding SCP-5607 on the nearby island and detaining it. It is unknown how residents of the area perceived SCP-5607's vocalizations as singing despite their lack of exposure to ███ ██████ ████. Amnestics were administered as per protocol.
Addendum 5607.1: Supplemental Artistic References
Foundation researchers discovered potential allusions to SCP-5607 in various portions of fiction spanning from the late 1910s to the 1980s. Two segments deemed relevant have been added to this file for clarity.
…and when the court decided that the Amarian Noble was guilty of his crime, he was paraded around the checkerboard streets in a splendor that paralleled that of the highest King itself. He was shown in shackles and chains to be both a traitor to the Court as well as mole to those who wished to bring the cobblestone streets toppling down from their position high above the other realms.
The Chained Diplomat was the one who placed the punishment on the Amarian Noble for his crimes, as the King wasted away in his looming castle, too occupied by his own fickle worries. Swiftly, the Diplomat bound the traitor in thorne necklaces and shackles that pierced and pricked every inch of his exposed skin. He was told that he would never return to the court fot what he had done, and that his agony would stretch on and on for every moment that he strayed away from the streets of his home.
The Noble wailed and thrashed, yet despite all of his pleading and tears, the Diplomat remained silent and expressionless, pointing a withered hand towards the edge of the city; a bleak and twisted land where the air would poison and the ground would sting. The Noble was dragged out by reaching gloved hands, and the cobblestones scraped his back as he soon became the spectacle that the city had yearned for for a great many years.
The other members of the gala jeered and shouted, a clamor erupting from windows and sidewalks as they condemned the Noble for his acts against their beloved realm. They threw stones and cups and rotten foods, all screaming masks and folded clothes that flowed in the stale night air. In his panic, the Noble grasped at the stones beneath his torn hands, hoping to lay his eyes into the very seams of the kingdom. He begged his King that even in his departure, he would see the glorious stars above, no matter how far away he was. As he was dragged to the gates, he wished that even in his departure, he would be protected by his home and the twisted guards that watched over it.
As he was cast out from the gates and his thorned shackles strung tight, he hoped that he would one day return home, as to be even a rat amongst the streets would be a blessing equal in worth to Paradise.
I do shout against the shackles that bind,
The wires that prick,
The needles that stab,
And despite all of the worldliness that I have surpassed,
I know that I am being awaited for from those so far away.
I wish that my words fall not on deaf ears,And that despite my screams and wrath and tears,
That my seaside city calls for me,
As my heart does every day.
August 4, 2014
I found out from G-Man that today is my 10-month anniversary of my “containment”. I didn’t actually know that, and it kind of… I don’t really know, it feels weird. I haven’t been keeping track of things lately. Even when I write in here, I haven’t been able to really wrap my head around the days that pass. Something about the walls of the cell - they always seem stark and bright, even when there’s no light because it’s time for bed.
When G-Man told me it was my 10-month anniversary, I sort of raised an eyebrow. He answered that it was because of how a couple days back, I asked how long I’d been there for. How smart of me - I didn’t write it in my entry those few days ago. Am I starting to forget things? I’m probably just letting the walls get to me again.
I like how G-Man’s nicer to me in a way the other guards aren’t, and that makes me feel a little better. Sometimes, I wonder if he didn’t actually read my file, if I even have one. He chats a little with me, doesn’t mock me or dehumanize me about the “incident” that landed me here. If anything, he’s the closest thing to a “friend” I’ve had here since I got dragged in by that squad team. I’m not really too close with my therapist, either. I’ve said this before, but I never really got used to it: she looks at me with this sort of sad expression, and every time we’ve talked, I have never, ever, ever heard the words “doctor-patient confidentiality”.
I miss regular life. I hope mom and dad are someplace better.
Item #: SCP-55068
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures:
August 7, 2014
Description: SCP-55068 is a 22-year-old Caucasian male, formerly known as Keith D███████. SCP-55068 has the ability to generate anomalous portals using a mixture of various thermaturgical techniques along with the flesh of any living being in the kingdom Animalia.
These portals, designated SCP-55068-1, appear in the form of a long tunnel extending into the wall or floor they are placed on, the inner walls consisting of various tissues harvested from their sources. It is of note that the amount of viscera that make up the inner tunnel walls are disproportionate to the amounts used in SCP-55068’s creation rituals. Foundation personnel theorize that there is a replicating component in the manifestation of these tunnels, as DNA tests confirm that the flesh does match components used.
August 9, 2014
Today, I went out into the Site Cafeteria for the first time in a while. It was weird - when I told Dr. Calligan about how I felt a couple days back, she actually “implored” I do so. When I stumbled over my words and tried to ask her not to, she instead asked for a compromise. She said that my meals wouldn’t be brought to my “chambers” for a week, and that I’d have to go into the cafeteria to get them myself. She said it’d be good for me to interact with others more, even if it was something as small as getting my meal tray myself.
Dr. Calligan said that I wouldn’t be forced to eat there if I didn’t want to, and that if I liked, I could head back to my cell and eat in silence, how I usually do. She asked me to at least try it out for her, and I resigned myself to it.
So, I went to the Cafeteria for the first time in… I think eight months? It was okay, not too different than how I remembered it, although slightly more bright.
Discovery: SCP-55068 was discovered when a mass reality shift occurred in the town of Oakley, Maine, on 11/4/2013 at 6:27 PM. Embedded Foundation agents began contacting Site-44 claiming that their Kant counters were suddenly picking up extremely high Hume levels that surpassed baseline reality. As for a direct visual of the immediate area, reports were conflicting, as agents stationed beyond Oakley’s borders conveyed contradictory statements when viewing the town.
MTF-Epsilon-6 (“Village Idiots”) was immediately called upon to investigate and neutralize the threat, where they quickly found SCP-55068.
