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Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures:
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to the anomalous entities and structures found in the ruins of the MycoNCheese food factory.
In 1978, in Pennsylvania, sudden seismic activity was detected in a rural area where the factory was located. Before the Foundation was notified, local authorities arrived to investigate and reported that the building had unrepairable damage to its structure and had collapsed into a sinkhole that formed in the northeastern part of its foundation. It was also noted that “fast, small creatures” were spotted roaming through the ruins, although no clear identification was ever given, and that there was a strong, sweet fermenting scent present in the area before dissipating several hours later.
Exploration of the sinkhole by Foundation personnel revealed an opening to a large subterranean area not shown in the factory's floor plans. Inside was a makeshift laboratory equipped with equipment designed to study, test, and produce various cheeses and a collection of photographs and videos of the individuals involved in the experiments. Further intrusion led to the discovery of a cavern housing large, albeit damaged, pillars displaying symbols of various types of mushrooms and cheese intertwined with each other across its surface. In the center and rear of the space were several distinct anomalies that were:
- SCP-XXXX-A are 45 humanoid-shaped husks that are composed of an array of cheeses. Their exterior is brittle and thin, while their interior is hollow and contains a pool of melted cheese that is inhabited and fed upon by SCP-XXXX-B instances.
- SCP-XXXX-B, are 15-cm long hexapodal-insect like creatures that strongly resembled locusts except for the exaggerated spikes across their bodies, inability to fly, and ability to grab and interact with objects with their modified appendages. They are active and aggressive during the night and will attack and attempt to eat the extremities and eyes of nearby humans; in the daytime, they dwell inside SCP-XXXX-A instances where they feed upon when awoken. They do not dwell far from the factory's ruins, and, when forcefully removed, will go into violent spasms before dissolving into pool of cheese. Live autopsy shows their bodies to be in a similar composition to the SCP-XXXX-A instances and their innards to be made of identifiable molten cheese, except for an unknown lactate component in their being.
- SCP-XXXX-C is an amorphous semi-mobile mass of cheese. It seldom moves, but when it does, it uses its weight to roll a few meters in a circular pattern before stopping. Every few hours, a mass of cheese will form into a humanoid shape on its surface and try to vocalize before dissolving and falling back into the central mass. All attempts of communication with this entity have failed.
- SCP-XXXX-D are three separate rock walls that contain an array of fungi species in the form of mushrooms. Each wall displays different patterns of fungi, and when touched by a human being, it releases a hallucinogenic compound into the body that renders the subject into an altered state that can result in euphoria, paranoia, and hallucinations. However, these hallucinations exclusively consist of visions of artwork that are presented in a stop-motion way of story-telling, with each wall giving distinct narratives1.
Addendum 1:
Due to his advanced age ( 75) and terminal illness, questioning had to be done at random intervals where the subject was known to be lucid and attentive. Despite this, the subject so no resistance when Foundation revealed where he was and why.
MycoNCheese… I came up with that name when I traveled to Asia in my youth. There I discovered a lot of things about myself where one of them as my passion for cheese. Cheese, it's odd, when you think about it. You take the breast milk of a mother meant to be consumed by its child, then let it sit and churn and ferment for days or even years to get it. Who would even come up with that idea? A starving man, I think. He had to be, to be alone in the dark, dying for anything to eat to drink. Or higher than the moon…Hehe.
That also takes me to another one ofmy other loves —the moon. A majestic body. When I look at it, I cant be filled with hope. The type where you know everything is going to be just right.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be contained inside a reinforced humanoid containment cell in Site-102. A circle is then to be drawn around the entity with chalk that is to be covered with salt that has been prayed over by a priest of an Abrahamic Religion. An invisible barrier will then formed around the diameter of this binding circle, which is to be checked and prayed over bi-weekly.
If SCP-XXXX manages to escape its containment, the water-hoses installed in the hallway leading out of its containment cell are to be activated. In the event this is ineffective in quelling SCP-XXXX, combative personnel are to arm themselves with weapons that have been blessed and engage SCP-XXXX in an attempt to incapacitate. If this fails and SCP-XXXX has escaped Site-102, MTF Tau-7 ("The Beezle Hunters") are to be deployed to deal with the situation.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a black, amorphous Grade-B Tartarean entity capable of speech. The entity possesses the ability to change the size and shape of its body as well being able to turn parts of its body into solid substances such as iron or rock under ectoentropic principles. Additionally, it has fire elemental abilities such as producing flames from its mouth or its surrounding vicinity.
SCP-XXXX displays anti-social behavior and has stated multiple times that its only desire is to inflict as much suffering on humanity as possible. Subsequently, it has repeatedly attempted to escape containment by finding faults in its binding circle. But due to its desire or negligence, it tends to stay in the vicinity of Site-102 to torment Foundation personnel, which inevitably leads to its re-containment. SCP-XXXX does not require food or water to function, however, it will devour animal flesh when given the chance, often taking longer periods of time than necessary to consume it.
Dr. Henry has been assigned to SCP-XXXX as its psychiatrist in an attempt to decrease its hostilities towards Foundation personnel.
Addendum:
Incident 49/Q
Date: 26/2/1994
Incident: At 2400 hours, during SCP-XXXX's weekly psychiatrist interview, it began to jeer at Dr. Henry before standing up and proceeding to hit the air at the edges of its binding circle repeatedly. Several seconds afterward, luminescent cracks can be seen in the air before dispersing as SCP-XXXX exits the circle. It then proceeded to grow to a height of 5 meters and expanded its jaw to bite off the upper torso of Dr. Henry.
The water hoses were then activated, halting SCP-XXXX for several seconds before it overcame it. The entity then proceeds towards the cafeteria where it was confronted by personnel armed with heavy artillery and water that were blessed. After 25 minutes of combat, 4 personnel were killed before SCP-XXXX was incapacitated and re-contained.
Response: SCP-XXXX was placed under Code Red and personnel were prohibited from entering the entity's cell unless they were assigned to preserving its binding circle.
Dr. Ross was assigned as SCP-XXXX new psychiatrist on 10/3/1994.
Email, Dated 20/3/1994
to: C.Yelve@████████
from: B.Ross@████████Subject: SCP-XXXX's Behavior
Body: Hello Site Director.
As you can tell from the last report, SCP-XXXX is a handful. It is uncooperative, cruel, and dangerous. I have no intentions to end up as the late Dr. Henry, so I have come up with a few new changes that would hopefully change the situation for all of us.
- One, I would like to begin to feed SCP-XXXX. If we start giving them some form of pleasure, I believe this would open them up to some extent. Consequently, I would like to get some of the lamb meat and liquid the Department of Theology been cooking up. For precautions only, of course.
- Two, I would like permission to use extra force. SCP-XXXX has proven itself to be highly durable, but still susceptible to pain. As shown in previous attempts, violence is the only way to quell them.
- And three, I want a portion of Tau-7 to be re-position nearby Site-102. I know their resources are thin as it is, but we have lost too many good men to it already and that was partially due to their inexperience. Tau-7 are equipped and experience in hunting entities similar to SCP-XXXX and also provides the necessary force I described earlier. If I succeed, they won't need to stay long.
I hope you consider my pleas. I am almost certain that these changes would vastly improve our control over the situation.
Bill
Email, Date 20/3/1994
to: B.Ross@████████
from: C.Yelve@████████You have my approval. However, I don't want another decommissioned case. Disposing of the body of the last one almost broke the budget. Tread carefully.
Site Director Yelve
Interview Log 26/3/1994
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Dr. Ross
Foreword: Weekly schedule interview with SCP-XXXX. Dated 26/3/1994.
<Begin Log>
Dr. Ross: So I take it that you enjoyed the pork?
SCP-XXXX: It was satisfactory, but a live one would be better. Running blood has no equal.
Dr. Ross: I see, but I am afraid that won't be happening anytime soon. I gave you that meat as a sign of respect. I hope you can do the same for me as well by starting to talk more.
SCP-XXXX: Hmm, that swine was not tribute then? You peons really believe that you are the ones in control. I can break free from this prison anytime I want. I'll rip your flesh off your bones to feed it to the dogs in your Hades! I'll kill you. I'll kill you like the last one.
Dr. Ross: Then do it.
SCP-XXXX: There will be no—huh?
Dr. Ross: I said do it. If you can, then do it, right now. As I thought. We've been improving each time you escape, you know. So your threats don't frighten me. In fact, I want them to stop, now. I will not tolerate any disrespect from you as my predecessor had. They will be known boundaries and you will follow them, do you understand?
SCP-XXXX: Laughs. Are you serious? Human, do you truly think you have power over me? You have none. None!
SCP-XXXX begins to grow and push against the binding circle's barrier. Two personnel come inside the containment cell with a hose and sprays SCP-XXXX with a blue liquid. SCP-XXXX then begins to scream and decrease to its original size.
Dr. Ross: They will be no meat, there will be no privileges, or leniency until you cease this hostile behavior. Gesturing towards the two personnel. Continue.
SCP-XXXX is sprayed again for additional four minutes; its screaming is audible across the entire site. When the spraying is done, it's 0.6 meters tall.
SCP-XXXX: I'll fill your carcass with the thorns of—
Dr. Ross: Again.
<End Log>
Closing Statement: SCP-XXXX was repeatedly sprayed for 12 minutes until it reached 0.2 meters and ceased all vocalizations.
Incident 69/H
Date: 30/3/1994
Incident: At 0300 hours, SCP-XXXX emitted a loud shriek which moved and smeared the materials of its barrier. It then proceeded to go through the hallways, dodging the water dispensers, attacking and killing two personnel it encountered along the way before reaching Dr. Ross's office, which was vacant. The entity then began to rapidly increase in size until it broke the foremost wall.
MTF Tua-7 encountered SCP-XXXX at 0312 hours as it tried to escape from the vicinity of Site-102. The entity initiated combat with Tau-7 after it refused to surrender for four minutes until it eventually rendered immobile and re-contained.
Response: SCP-XXXX was sprayed for 5 consecutive minutes.
Interview Log 7/4/1994
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Dr. Ross
Foreword: Weekly schedule interview with SCP-XXXX. Dated 7/4/1994. At the time, SCP-XXXX was 0.7 meters tall and positioned itself at the farthest end of the binding circle.
<Begin Log>
Dr. Ross: Can you please stop sulking in the corner? I know you must be in great discomfort, but we all we reap what we sow. SCP-XXXX twitches when that statement was said.
Dr. Ross: I warn you this would happen. But now you know that your actions have consequences. I hope now we can build a relationship of respect.
SCP-XXXX: I am not crestfallen, yet! I will never yield to you.
Dr. Ross: I'm not trying to make you bow or yield. I'm trying to help you. So, please, let me do that.
SCP-XXXX: Your words flow like nectar but have the potency of venom. You would have made an excellent imp you foolish human!
Dr. Ross: Now, I told you to use my name, didn't I? And I told you what will happen when you didn't.SCP-XXXX: Curse you!
Two personnel enter the cell and sprayed SCP-XXXX for several seconds. SCP-XXXX is screaming as black smoke rises from its body.
Dr. Ross: Now what is my name.
SCP-XXXX:…Ross.
Dr. Ross: Good enough. Now, let's talk about what happened in your last temper tantrum. You enter my office around 3:00 am and expanded, breaking my wall. However, when I came back everything was accounted for except for my paperweight. No debris of it was found and all leads point to you. So, can I have it back?
SCP-XXXX: You think I stole your trash? Ridiculous…
Dr. Ross: Sighs. Listen, enough of the games. Give me the paperweight, please. I don't want to use any more force than I have to. If you keep on lying, I will have no choice.
SCP-XXXX: I did not steal your paperweight or whatever you call it! I will not waste my time doing such drivel!
There is a pause for five seconds.
Dr. Ross: Alright. Bring it in.
SCP-XXXX flinches and covers its body with its arms until personnel enters the cell with a handful of meat. As the personnel approaches the binding circle, it throws the meat into it before exiting the cell.
Dr. Ross: I would like to thank you for telling the truth. That is the first step of us to building rapport. Enjoy.
SCP-XXXX: SCP-XXXX smells the meat before touching it. I am not an animal for your amusement… SCP-XXXX grabs the meat and swallows it whole. Hmm, this i— Wha—SCP-XXXX begins to make choking noises as it convulses on the ground violently.
SCP-XXXX: Lamb? This is lamb! What have you done!
Dr. Ross: Relax, it won't kill you, yet.
SCP-XXXXX: What did I do? Did I not—agh—wser you?
Dr. Ross: You lied. And I will not tolerate any form of disrespect. Yes, it was only a paperweight, but it's the principle behind it. You cannot and will not steal or lie on these premises. You will show respect and obey the rules placed upon you.
SCP-XXXX: I did not steal it. I swear!
Dr. Ross: You will be sprayed every six hours until you start telling the truth. And our little meetings here we end as well. You might not like them now, but you'll change your mind soon. Goodbye.
SCP-XXXX: Come back, now! Come back! Now! Please…
<End log>
Closing Statement: SCP-XXXX continue to convulse on the ground for 20 minutes before ceasing all activity. Six hours later, its spraying was administered.
Incident 78/N
Date: 15/4/1994
Incident: At 1600 hours, SCP-XXXX stood up and hit its binding circle repeatedly, gaining strength with each hit. It eventually broke the invisible barrier and took approximately 10 steps before collapsing. It was later re-contained and administered its spraying.
SCP-XXXX Psychiatric Report Log 25/4/1994
Assigned Psychiatrist: Dr Bill Ross
Report: It would seem that small portion of lamb has had a larger effect on SCP-XXXX than we expected.
SCP-XXXX is beginning to show symptoms of chronic depression and fatigue after its last incident. They have stopped trying to engage with any personnel or trying to escape its containment. Furthermore, they have still refused to tell the truth about the paperweight and is being spayed every six hours as a result. This may be the cause of their symptoms, but until they decide to tell the truth, we have no other choice.
SCP-XXXX Psychiatric Report Log 13/5/1994
Assigned Psychiatrist: Dr Bill Ross
Report:SCP-XXXX has not moved for the past four days, except for flinching every time someone walks by their containment cell. Since they are not human, I have nothing to give them that would improve their mental state other than pray that they will tell the truth.
Interview Log 20/5/1994
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Dr. Ross
Foreword:SCP-XXXX vocalized in its containment cell that it was ready to confess and requested Dr. Ross's attendance. Dated 20/5/1994.
<Begin Log>
Dr. Ross: I have a busy schedule you know, so I hope this is something worth my time. You can talk now.
SCP-XXXX: I…I might have lied when I said I didn't take your paperweight. I kept it inside my being to spite you. Here. SCP-XXXX reaches inside its body and pulls a white cube.
Dr. Ross: My paperweight is rectangular, and that is made of bone. …I tried to be calm and understanding. I even stop what I was doing to see you. But you don't care about that. Your just a two-bit monster who simply doesn't care about anything, not even themselves! How can I help you if you can't help yourself?
SCP-XXXX: I told you already, I did not steal it! I will have no use for it. Why would I even do that? SCP-XXXX begins to hyperventilate and back up in the edge of the binding circle. I didn't do anything!
Dr. Ross: You're only doing this to yourself, I hope you know that. Spray it.
Two personnel come into the cell with a water hose and sprays SCP-XXXX for 1 minute. The entity then begins to scream as it covers their body with their arms.
SCP-XXXX: I didn't do it…I didn't do it I didn't do it. Don't hurt me. Please, don't hurt me!
Dr. Ross: What am I supposed do here? You want leniency but you can't tell the truth. You want mercy but you can't give it.
**Dr. Ross: Fine, I'll let this one event slide since you refused to tell me the truth for whatever reason. But I won't be doing this a second time, understand me?
SCP-XXXX: Y—Yes!
Dr. Ross: Yes, what?
SCP-XXXX: SCP-XXXX's eyes glow brightly for a second before dimming to its original state. Yes… sir.
Dr. Ross: That's what I like to hear. But just in case—one more dose.
SCP-XXXX: No! Please no, no more! A—
<End Log>
Email, Date 27/5/1994
to: B.Ross@████████
from: C.Yelve@████████Greetings Dr Ross.
I would like to say congratulations on dealing with the SCP-XXXX issue so quickly and efficiently. It is a testimony of your skill and ability to think outside the box, I'm impressed. And do tell me if you need anything else to help you.
Also, I recommend using the standard Foundation paperweights they give out. They look quite nice.
Site Director Yelve
Email, Date 27/5/1994
to: C.Yelve@████████
from: B.Ross@████████Thank you, and no, I need nothing for right now or in the foreseeable future. SCP-XXXX has been compliant for some time now. It's almost scary how obedient they are now. Although do they suffer a severe form of anxiety and still won't eat the meat we provide to them out of irrational fear, the benefits we gain outweigh these minuscule issues.
Also, I don't need a replacement paperweight. Never had one.
The outskirts of SCP-XXXX.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: The 75 mi² area containing SCP-XXXX has been purchased by the Foundation and all roads entering it have been redirected. All documents referencing SCP-XXXX are to be located and modified as needed. Anomalous artifacts and items originating from SCP-XXXX are to be removed from the area and stored accordingly in Storage Site-64 or Site-67. Personnel may access these items for research purposes after being given permission by the Head Researcher of SCP-XXXX.
SCP-XXXX-1 is contained at the location of its discovery; any experimentation or handling of it is forbidden.
Description: SCP-XXXX is the anomalous ruins of a city located in Turkey. Most of SCP-XXXX architecture is overrun with vegetation and shows erosion consistent with its ████ year-old age, except for certain buildings and objects that have been anomalously preserved in their original state. SCP-XXXX is structured like a pyramid, with thaumatic barriers dividing the city into three vertically-stacked sections.2 The descriptions of these sections are as follow:
- The lower section of SCP-XXXX consists primarily of areas intended for manual labor, with a smaller section dedicated to housing. Dwellings in this tier of SCP-XXXX are eroded and in a state of disrepair, with most showing signs of forced entry. Across its pathways are iron cages and flags on top of damaged, elevated structures.
- The middle section of SCP-XXXX possesses a higher domestic building count and contains numerous metals and fabrics embedded into the architecture. The dwellings of this section are thought to have housed the artisan and scholar population of SCP-XXXX, evident by the numerous documents and signs found there. Pathways in this section have one meter wide holes spread throughout them, which were found to be connected to SCP-XXXX-1.
- The upper section of SCP-XXXX contains numerous anomalous items and is believed to have housed SCP-XXXX's upper class. The dwellings of this section are large and decorated with an array of art and ores. On the exterior foundation of these buildings are thaumatic and occult symbols that mitigate structural erosion. The streets of this area possess perforations similar to those found in the middle segment and have also been found to connect to SCP-XXXX-1. The center of the tier is occupied by a massive, ornate structure with its interior found to be heavily cratered.
Documents present within SCP-XXXX do not match any known languages, though text appears to have been thaumatically augmented to be perceived by an observer in their native language. SCP-XXXX’s name roughly translates from these documents as “Dogma.”
SCP-XXXX-1 is a large round conical apparatus composed of a black, unidentified substance structurally similar to human epidermis. Hundreds of pipes extend from SCP-XXXX-1 towards the surface. Located in front of its base is an iron staircase that leads to a door providing further access to the interior of SCP-XXXX-1. Further information is restricted to Level 3 access.
Throughout SCP-XXXX are spherical objects composed of iron, granite, and unknown material measuring roughly 25 cm in diameter. When touched by a human subject, these objects will project audio or holographic images that will be translated into the native language of the observer. Due to their abundance and the information they have revealed about SCP-XXXX, these items are collectively designated as Anomalous Object-XXXX.
There are few references about SCP-XXXX in historical texts, despite its size and advanced technology. Below is a report by Dr. Frip Reece on the subject:
Ruins of the Middle Section.
SCP-XXXX was a civilization specializing in thaumatics, or magic in layman's terms, to achieve their technological and economic status. An infrastructure capable of housing hundreds of thousands of people, a plumbing system, the items recovered from there that mimic our own appliances along with the documents acquired from many AO-XXXX instances has lead me to believe that SCP-XXXX was formed before the 2nd Occult War and was abandoned at some point after it. Our records of human advancement and the decline of technology and thaumatics show that this era was the perfect time for SCP-XXXX to exist and flourish before other groups of similar stature were destroyed.
However, its origins or rather how it was created are still unknown. No known records speak of a country or city of this kind exist. The only reference to this city that I found to be most credible is from the Occult Masters of the Old World. In it, it reads:
Across the blackened sea, away from the claws of the Golden Tyrant, untouched by the power of abominations, is a mighty and rich city. Scholars across the known worlds flocked there once in mass to partake in its mastery of magic. The founders and rulers, wise as the oldest dragon, used their power to form the pillars of their domain and ushered in an era of knowledge and discovery. However, like all things, it was destroyed. No conquering armies or spiteful gods came upon them, no, it simply ceased. It was plundered not of its treasures or its knowledge, but its people. Gone and never to be seen again. Four hundred years of power swept away as if nothing. Let this travesty fall on no one.
This, however, could just be an exaggeration or fable that somehow latched the book's knowledge of SCP-XXXX. But what makes me believe in some of what the tale says is their people being taken. They are no human remains in the city, only items that once belonged to them. And the graves we have found have all been pillaged. Even the tombs found around the castle, the bodies of the rulers of SCP-XXXX, are empty. Why would an entity or group invade a city as advanced as this one and not take anything but people?
Further investigation is clearly needed.
The following is a collection of recordings of information provided by AO-XXXX instances in no particular order.
Lower Section
Ambient noise.
Have you heard of the news? The prince is ill! Grab some drinks and stools. Get everybody else too! This winter has finally done us some good.
Ambient noise.
I would like to make this statement towards our dead brothers and sisters! Though they have died thanks to the blizzard, their vacancy leaves us an abundance of food for this special occasion.
And to the blizzard itself, for finally giving the King and his cretin a taste of their own fate. Let their bodies feel the same pain we have felt for these eight years!
Now, let's eat!
Ambient noise.
I saw a traveler enter the city yesterday and I couldn't really see how they look. It was at night, so that could be the cause, but why would anyone want to travel here anymore, with this winter? When I asked what wants in our frozen joke of a city, it laughed. Or I think it was a laugh and said it was to help. Don't know what that fool was talking about, probably was drunk.
It was colder last night than usual, too. I should have taken the coat from them.
| Note: This AO-XXXX3 instance was red and was found on an elevated pole. Testing of it found it more durable when compared to other baseline instances. |
Trumpets playing in harmony.
Attention citizens of Dogma, the king, in all of his wisdom, has decreed that food rations will be increased to combat this winter. The king asks their people to stay strong and continue to fight, for we shall prevail.
Ambient noise.
I don't know why everybody so happy. The only reason our food got increased from pebbles to scratch is because of the king's grief. Once they get over it he'll regain his senses and take our food again.
Idiots, the lot of them! Can't they see more metal threads are coming out of the night? That entry to the upper levels are becoming harder? I want to feel the sun's warmth again. Not sing praises for scraps.
Middle Section
| Note: An AO-XXXX-A instance. |
Trumpets playing harmony.
Attention citizens of Dogma, the king, in all their wisdom, has decreed that crevices in the upper levels of our domain will be built to combat the eternal winter! Interfering with construction in any form will result in death.
Rations will also be cut in half due to these developments.
Stay strong, we will prevail.
Ambient noise.
Stay indoors, son. The lower levels are growing in violence by the hour. And some of our own too. Keep the food you already have and tell no one. I fear that we might have to fight soon if things don't change.
Ambient noise.
Where are my supplies, Abem? Where are they? There's a battle brewing here and I need to meet the people's demands!
So stop playing games with me! You want to be rich or not?
You have until tomorrow to give it to me. Don't forget this time.
Ambient noise.
Mom, Dad, we're being sent to the lower level tonight. They've been a lot of chaos down there, and it keeps getting worst. I heard some of them even contracted demons to help them…
I didn't join to fight my people. I join this to fight for them! It hurts, this whole thing just hurts.
| Note: AO-XXXX-A instance. |
Trumpets are playing in harmony.
By the wisdom of the King of Dogma, a plan has been devised to combat this winter and the growing number of traitors. However, to achieve this, sacrifices must be made by all the citizens of Dogma. The rations will be cut in half again in the next eight days, extra patrols will be deployed at night, and a curfew will be set in place. The oldest of each household will be delivered to one of the tribute houses near your respective districts. If the oldest is the main provider, any able-bodied person will suffice.
Failure to abide to any of these laws will mark you as a traitor. And any and all traitors will be selected as a tribute to Dogma. Stay strong my comrades, hundreds of years of our pride will not be vanquished today or in the future.
We will prevail!
The video shows numerous silver shelves containing black boxes. A human can be seen clutching a wooden stick while lying on the ground in a fetal position. Yelling can be heard in the background.
A crashing is sound is heard before a hole is created by a mob of humans by one of the silver shelves. The mob then swarms the area and approaches the human lying on the floor before the video cuts.
The view is from an elevated position. Blue flames can be seen across dozens of destroyed and damaged buildings. Bodies are seen across the ground, with some covered in snow. Yelling in the background is heard as a single human is seen walking through the scene.
Unknown Individual: Where is everybody?
Several seconds after the human is out of view, the angle goes up. A loud wail is heard in the distance.
Upper Section
Ruins of the Upper Section.
Ambient noise.
Quota demand. Number 87.
1,789 bodies have been delivered to the kings' palace after last night's carnage. 5,000 are expected to be delivered by midday.
Also, 700 of our own soldiers were discovered smuggling food to the lower levels. Their bodies are expected to reach the prince shortly after this message is delivered.
Ambient noise.
I rather die in the cold than work with that thing… It isn't human, it morphs as it talks like its some twisted fae, and yet the king is enticed by it.
I'm leaving. I won't be slaughtered like cattle.
| Note: An AO-XXXX-A instance. |
Trumpets playing in harmony.
The king has decreed that all efforts of the higher class are to support the subjugation of the lower levels at any cost and give one member of their household as tribute. Disobedience will mark you as a traitor and your title will be removed.
All bodies discovered or recovered are to be given as tribute.
Ambeint noise.
Journal entry 512.
Dogma is doomed.
My countrymen are either fighting each other, being devoured, or are dead. Our own soldiers are beginning to turn on us, and rightfully so. That traveler, that thing, whatever it was, did this. It promised the king with its words of salvation. The ending of winter, the healing of a child—all will come to truth. But I fear that these things will come after we all are dead.
And after knowing all this, I sense no malice in their actions. It asked for nothing, it took nothing. It did what it said and left as if they brought life upon barren ground. I believe they truly thought what they did was good.
I should have spoken out the moment I sense something was off, even at the cost of my own life, but now it's over.
I am a failure to myself and my countrymen. I deserve any fate that comes upon me.
On November 5th, 1998, a purple AO-XXXX instance was discovered in the large structure in the center of the upper section. The transcript is provided below:
A human is seen ornated coat with a humanoid entity shrouded in mist. They are both standing over the body of an emaciated human child lying on a bed.
Unknown Individual: And you can save him?
Unknown Entity: [Unitelligible]
Unknown Individual: I'll do anything. He's my only son, just tell me.
Unknown Entity: [Unitelligible]
Unknown Individual: Warmth!? The faes couldn't do it and you tell me you can heal him and give us that too? What good is that if we're all going to—
Unknown Entity: [Unitelligible]
Unknown Individual: …Is that really the only way? Will my son at least live?
Unknown Entity: [Unitelligible]
Unknown Individual: Okay, fine, I'll do it.
Unknown Entity: [Unitelligible]
Unknown Individual: Nothing about this is right!
The human walks towards the child and kisses them on the forehead before kneeling before them.
Unknown Individual: I love you, and goodbye.
On 1999/2/06, Doctor Reece and eight other personnel put a subject, D-958, inside SCP-XXXX-1. Doctor Reece then proceeded to close the entrance to SCP-XXXX-1 and after several minutes of inertness, he began to call off the experiment. The following is a transcript of what followed:
[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. Reece: Alright, 958, one of the guards are coming to get ya.
D-958: Yeah, yeah, just hurry up.
As a security personnel walks towards the entrance of SCP-XXXX-1, it begins to emit a grinding sound and rapidly increases in temperature.
D-958: What in the hell is happening?
Dr. Reece: Huh—Stay calm, we're trying to figure this out. [Gesturing at security personnel.] You two, get command, now!
D-958: Shit, it's getting hot in here. Fuck, it keeps getting hotter!
Dr. Reece: Remain calm, we are—
Screams can be heard coming from inside SCP-XXXX-1 before it grows silent. Suddenly, SCP-XXXX-1 begins to form a human face on the highest point of its structure, which begins to wail.
Dr. Reece: Get out! Hurry!
Multiple ethereal humanoids begin to form around SCP-XXXX-1 and throughout SCP-XXXX. These entities appear to have severe burns, with several of them missing parts of the body. They can be seen wallowing across the ground or floating mid-air. Later estimates found that an approximate 2.5 million such instances manifested throughout SCP-XXXX.
A large shockwave emits from SCP-XXXX-1 knocking back all personnel on the floor. Humanoid limbs start to grow from the corners of the surface of SCP-XXXX-1's surface.
SCP-XXXX-1: Father …
The door into SCP-XXXX-1 then opens and personnel attempt to flee but are pulled in by an unseen force. After several minutes and ineffective struggling, all members are pulled inside SCP-XXXX-1 and the door closes. The pipes throughout SCP-XXXX then begin to emit heat for several minutes before ceasing. The limbs on SCP-XXXX-1 then begin to retract as the ethereal entities begin to fade away.
The face at the apex of SCP-XXXX-1 tilts and stares into the recording camera for several seconds before retracting into the rest of the structure. Words then appear on the side of SCP-XXXX-1 for a brief moment before disappearing; the inscription reads"Advancing humanity one at a time".
[END LOG]
Item #: SCP-XXXX-
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: N/A
Description: SCP-XXXX-J was a sixty-five-year-old human male named Cameron Land. It was the owner, CEO, and sole preacher of the non-profit organization Trinity Church of America. SCP-XXXX-J possessed minor telekinetic abilities that it gained through several rituals that involved the deaths of 85 members of the Trinity Chruch of America that allowed him to siphon Akiva energy from his followers.
SCP-XXXX-J anomalous abilities were discovered after a video of two amateur investigators being killed by it was retrieved from a UIU agent investigating SCP-XXXX-J. The transcript is below:
Date: 20019/03/20
Interviewer: Joseph Bond and Leah Mia
Interviewee: SCP-XXXX-J
Foreword: Interrogation took place at SCP-XXXX-J's condo.
[BEGIN LOG]
Bond: Nice place you have here, didn't know preachers were stacked.
SCP-XXXX-J:Just very blessed, that's all.
Mia: Right, well down to business, don't want to be wasting your time. Can you please tell us what happened to these five individuals? [Holds up a folder showing various faces.]
SCP-XXXX-J: Oh, yes, I remember when the news of their deaths first came upon us. Some still haven't healed. They were so young, so faithful in the church. The cretin who did it didn't even have the decency of leaving the bodies to be buried! But the killer will be found and face justice, they always will!
Bond: Well, we've been doing some searching and we think we found the bodies…
SCP-XXXX-J:Huh? Oh—Hm—Well, you don't say, God is good, ain't he?
Bond: Under your summerhouse in Miami…
SCP-XXXX-J stands up and walks towards the bookshelf in the rear of the room, facing the two investigators.
Mia: Where do you think you're going? We're not done here, and you have a lot of explaining to do, Father.
SCP-XXXX-J: Not to you. It took me thirty years to build up my empire, and it will not be destroyed by a bunch of hippies! The world won't believe you, and the five of you who do know it will be killed.
Bond: [Stands up.] Who told you there were more of us?!
SCP-XXXX-J: Your greed in your mind runs rampant! You thought you could profit on my fall if you were the ones to expose me and destroy my empire! Well, jokes on you! You will be the ones to fall!
Mia: You're a dirty old man. We got evidence to put you in jail and then some. And let's not forget about your taxes! Yeah, mhm, you thought you could get away with spending your kind, faithful donations on yachts, TVs, and, I still don't get this one, vintage sandwiches? The IRS is going to love you.
SCP-XXXX-J: The IRS "were" going to love me—past tense.
SCP-XXXX-J projects lighting out of its hand, electrocuting both civilians simultaneously. The audio part of the recorder, unknown by SCP-XXXX-J, is severely damaged but still playing on agent Mia's body.
Unknown Voice: You fool, where will you put the bodies? How would you stop them from exposing you?
SCP-XXXX-J: My plans have regrettably changed, but it will do no damage. It just means that Execution B starts now.
Unknown Voice: Yes… for your sake, let us hope it does…
[END LOG]
Shortly after this discovery, three other civilians that were known associates with Joseph Bond and Leah Mia were found to be missing. An investigation into the house where they were last spotted at was empty except for crude drawings of circles and symbols inside the basement.
A search for SCP-XXXX-J proved futile and their whereabouts remained unknown until it appeared on their radio show. On it, they described they were attacked by Weredemons and the US government who are trying to take over the Trinity Chruch of America. In the last part of its speech, it states to be truly safe you must give your all to God and their disciples via donating large amounts of money to the Trinity Church of America. SCP-XXXX-J location was soon found and a joint operation team with GoI-08, Unusual Incidents Unit, to capture SCP-XXXX-J was deployed to its location.
Date: 2019/03/29
Containment Assessment: MTF Pi-1-A4("City Slickers") and UIU agents Camel, Thomas, and Vera.
Foreword: Raid took place in a populated hotel on the fifth floor that was rented out by SCP-XXXX-J.
[BEGIN LOG]
A-1: Everybody! Guns high, eyes keen, and body low. Lets go.
Joint team moves towards room two where SCP-XXXX-J is located at. A-1 knocks down the door with his leg and views SCP-XXXX-J sitting down in a chair in front of the door.
SCP-XXXX-J: Well then, shall we begin?
A-1: Who told you we would be here?!
SCP-XXXX-J: The man above, of course. Hehehehe, you know nothing of true faith and…[Raises hand to waist level.] power! [Lighting projects out of SCP-XXXX-J hands and hits A-1, pushing him back onto the wall and rendering him unconscious.]
SCP-XXXX-J: Come now! This has all been foreseen by me! Your weapons, your tactics, your will means nothing!
Vera: What are you?!
SCP-XXXX-J: A servant of God, child. [Jumps out of its chair and lands behind them.]A servant of God. Also, does anyone want a sandwich?
Camel: Don't move! We all have guns on you, move and you're dead.
SCP-XXXX-J: You cannot stop me, nor do you want to.
Camel: Huh?
SCP-XXXX-J: You… Camel… are poor. Your employers don't even give you the time of day, and now you're stuck here risking your life for them, for what? Nine dollars and fifty-five cents an hour? I knew the good old USA was cheap, but not that cheap! You knew if you had more money, you will finally be free from your chains of torture, and, let us not forget, taxes.
A-3: The UIU that poor, damn.
Camel: He's lying!
SCP-XXXX-J: I sense your penny-pinching habits, fool! Look at your shoes, those at least twelve years old.
And you, solider of the Foundation, do you really think this for the greater good. Your own mother watches and donates to me. How would this make her feel?
A-3: How did you know that?
A-4: Shutup! Command, he's psychic too!
SCP-XXXX-J: Please, all of you, join me and together we can all be rich, through the power of God! Neither of your masters care for you, and your jobs give you nothing but chicken scratch. Join me, and I will show you the power of true tax-free money. You know I do not lie; look at me, this suit is custom made and brand new.
A-1: [Attempts to stand up]Nnh… shoot him… shoot him up… make that motherfucker bleed.Thomas: He has a point, though. They treat us like crap, and we get nothing, man. It's not fair!
A-1: He shoots lighting out of his hands and killed almost a hundred people! He's evil!
SCP-XXXX-J: Camel, Vera, and Thomas, look at your bank accounts now. You thought your paycheck would be pretty good, but look at what taxes have done to it.
Vera: I know what my checking looks like! Hold up on a minute guys. [Pulls out a phone] Hmhm, yeah, I just wanted to check real quick. What'd you say? This year! No breaks! No returns! I am an USA employee— [Phone hnags up on the other end]]
Camel: He tells the truth…
Thomas: Impossible… psychic abilities can't do that!
A-1: We told you in breifing that he's increasing his abilities through sacrifices and Akiva energy! Are you even listening!
SCP-XXXX-J: Can psychic abilities make me shoot lighting? This is a gift from God! And besides, I used my powers for the greater good.
A-1: YOU ALMOST KILLED ME!
SCP-XXX-J: But I almost killed you for the greater good, though.
Thomas: Yeah, you skippers do that type of stuff all the time, why can't he do it?
SCP-XXXX-J: [Whispering] And he's a man of God…
A-3: Yeah, we kinda do, and he's a man of God! I never have seen psychic abilities that powerful, have you?
A-4: Um, I don't think so.
A-1: Not you too! Guys, he's just a scammer and a thief, can't you se—
SCP-XXXX-J: Silence! You have chosen your path. Now watch as we ascend above you.
A-1: Your lying! Tax-free money, ha, your out of mind, nothing escapes the IRS!
SCP-XXXX-J: Section 501(c)(3), look it up.
A-4: And it's legal…
A-1: You greedy bastards! He just using you to feed his power and get more money! He doesn't pay taxes, you guys, listen, he's controlling you when his mind powers. All he wants—
SCP-XXXX-J: Enough, now die— [A bullet fired from A-2's gun hits it in the left leg.] Ahhh!
A-2: Guys, break out of it, the captain's right, he's controlling us!
Thomas: But… but he has a point.
A-2: Come on, man, think about what you're saying. He killed five people to just keep his secret, don't you think he'll kill you when he gets the chance?
SCP-XXXX-J: You would have died for a great purpose—my ascension! But now you will die as sacrifices to increase my power!
SCP-XXXX-J levitates up from the ground and objects begin swirling around them.
A-4: Levitation! That's demonic!5 You're no holy man!
SCP-XXXX-J: Of course, I'm not! Damn, how long did that take you? You really think someone like me, Cameron Land, could be a preacher? Ha! Let the fools outside believe that, let their belief feed my powers and wallet! …Shit, I didn't want to give any more of my soul to those bug-eyed monsters, but I have no choice! Let me absorb you so I can become the first tax-free billionaire!
Lighting swirls around SCP-XXXX-J with objects circling around it.
SCP-XXXX-J: Now… feel the full power of my holy man scam! [Lighting projects form its body and engulfs all personnel around them.] Die in the dark, so I can live in the light! Hahaha… HAHAHAHHAHAHA!
A-1: Nnh, before we die by your hands… what about your followers—nnh!
SCP-XXXX-J: What about them, fool? They are sheep that serve the shepherd—me! They believe what I tell them, and they will continue to do so. As you will die because I deem it so.
A-1: I couldn't hear you, can you please say that again?
SCP-XXXX-J: Huh, what—why?
A-1: I just want to know the true nature of the person whos about to kill me…Just to give me peace of, um, mind?
SCP-XXXX-J: My true nature? You up to something, aren't ya? You know my nature already. I am the true, and only master of the HOLY MAN SCA—
SCP-XXXX-J violently falls down to the ground and the lighting engulfing the personnel dissipates.
SCP-XXXX-J: My powers, they're fading away? How?
A-1: Dumbass, we recorded audio of you since the beginning and Command just uploaded the part where you decided go full on nuts to the internet. We knew your powers were belief-based and you just fucked yourself for us.SCP-XXXX-J: You were stalling for time for the views the to rack up, heh… Even so, all of them won't believe some random clip on the internet with just audio, it could be fake! People are not that gullible!
A-1: They believed you, didn't they?
SCP-XXXX-J: Hm, fair point. But still, this is not the end, I am Cameron Land, I will not be defeated! I have unlocked powers that you cannot dream of. Soda drinks with my name, why not? Supermarkets, please! Fish food that have my face on it after me? Done done! This is the power of the holy man scam! The power of unlimited tax-free money! You might have stopped me now, but this is only the beginning!
Unknown Voice: And… that goes the last of your followers
SCP-XXXX-J: What! That cannot be, I still have followers!
Unknown Voice: You have failed to deliver! Your payment can never be!
A three-meter aperture that filled with flames and animal appendages opens behind SCP-XXXX-J.
SCP-XXXX-J: Wait, I can still give you more energy. Just give me more time!
Unknown Voice: No, your jiiigg is up. The debt will be paid.
SCP-XXXX-J: No, don't do it, please, don't! What about the fish?
Unknown Voice: The debt will be paid!
The appendages extend from the hole and grab SCP-XXXX-j and pulls it down the aperture.
SCP-XXXX-J: My TV show just got renewed, no, my condo, my wine, my sandwiiiiiich…
The aperture closes when SCP-XXXX-J is fully pulled down into it.
Thomas: I knew he was a sham.
A-1: Fuck off.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Thaumiel
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX instances are allowed to continue their activities under the following conditions:
- All humans needed by SCP-XXXX are to be provided by the Foundation.
- SCP-XXXX instances are to be compliant to Foundation commands and being watched on a 24/7 basis.
- The Foundation has the right to stop any activities done by SCP-XXXX if deem necessary.
- Captured humans are to be twenty-one years old or older.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a group of four one-meter extra-terrestrial worm-like creatures designated as SCP-XXXX-A to D. All SCP-XXXX instances inhabit human brains, which gives them total control of the body. The descriptions of the bodies SCP-XXXX inhabit are:
- SCP-XXXX-A: A forty-five-year-old male.
- SCP-XXXX-B: A forty-two-year-old female.
- SCP-XXXX-C: A seventeen-year-old male.
- SCP-XXXX-D: A fourteen-year-old female.
SCP-XXXX host bodies are accompanied by millions of microscopic robots designated as SCP-XXXX-1. Through investigation and experimentation, the purpose of SCP-XXXX-1 was found to relay communications to an extraterrestrial satellite for delivery of objects and food and to record the SCP-XXXX instance's daily lives.
Before the containment of SCP-XXXX, they used their hosts to disguise themselves as a non-anomalous human family and perform kidnapping, torture, and murder of human civilians.
SCP-XXXX was discovered in a house in Kingsland, Texas, eating three missing people after unknown signals originating from outer space were discovered to be coming towards the house. SCP-XXXX-A-D were then captured and interrogated; shortly after this, their extraterrestrial origins were discovered and cataloged.
Addendum XXXX.1: Initial Interview Log.
Interviewer: Doctor Rowe Kellogg
Interviewee: SCP-XXXX-A
[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. Kellogg: Why are you here?
SCP-XXXX-A: Oh, the first thing you ask why are you here, really, racist.
Dr. Kellogg: Stop playing games. We know you originate in this galaxy, and we know that you know that you're not supposed to be here.
SCP-XXXX-A: Oh, please, you think you because you made some deal with [READCTED] a few centuries back you can have this whole solar system to yourself! Guess what! New laws, new leaders, and new management. We have rights to be here!
Dr. Kellogg: On whose authority?
SCP-XXXX-A: The authority of Skolon and the Skolon corporation. [Hands Dr. Kellog a card] See, there's the card.
Dr. Kellogg: I'm afraid we don't care. We don't allow any more foreign lifeforms on earth since '82. And that's a business, not government authority.
SCP-XXXX-A: What's the difference? And for your information, there won't be an Earth if you don't let us go!
Dr. Kellogg: Stop it, your embarrassing yourself. You'll be off this planet in three days. Good day to you.
SCP-XXXX-A You idiot, look at the same signals that helped you find us. Look at what it is saying.
Dr. Kellogg: Huh, even what you are saying is true, which I highly doubt so, why would allowing to continuing to eat people keep our safe?
SCP-XXXX-A: Oh my god, connect the dots! We're actors and we are on interstellar tv! If we can't act, the show goes away, and if the show goes away, your planet goes kaboom!
Dr. Kellogg: Hmm. Yeah, right.
[END LOG]
Addendum-XXXX.2: SCP-XXXX Creditability
SCP-XXXX claims they are extraterrestrial entities that act out an eight-year-old show called "The Curse of Jeremiah" that depicts the life of the Jeremiah family, a family of psychopathic, cannibalistic humans that tries to stop their tendencies and live a normal life. The show follows typically soap drama tropes, with the family always going back to their sadistic ways at the end of each season
They also claim that the earth will be destroyed by the Skolon corporation to replace it with an amusement park if their program is not allowed to continue in the same way as before. The reason they give is that that it is the most viewed program in 789 years, bringing in trillions of views each day, and it is the only thing keeping the Earth from obliteration.
The evidence supporting are several propaganda videos coming from the signal that comes and goes from SCP-XXXX-1 done by Skolon corporation representatives that show clips of humans performing various food competitions to advocate for the earth's destruction and why an amusement park would be better for the galaxy. It also shows extraterrestrial entities talking on how they liked the show6. Research into these broadcasts has proven them to be true.
Shortly after this information was acquired, a meeting was initiated to discuss future plans for SCP-XXXX. The transcript is below:
Meeting members: 05-6, Interplanet Diplomat Charles Song, Doctor Kellogg, and SCP-XXX-A-D.
Dr. Kellogg: Yeah, right! It has to be a trick, they have to be lying. There is no way for the past decade our existence depended on subpar actors!
SCP-XXXX-D: Hey, I like to see you try to keep up this act for all-day everyday!
SCP-XXXX-B: Don't respond to ignorant, the fool see what true skill is.
Dr. Kellogg: You're all damn liars!
A screen on the rear wall comes on with two static lines.
O5-6: Enough, Doctor Kellogg, I'm afraid what they say is true. Without them, our world would be nothing but dust. Mister Song, what about our allies in the quard sector.
Song: There's nothing they can do, Ma'am. I tried to find any way to uphold our agreement but they said new management made those contracts null and avoid a hundred years ago, we can't stop them with the old ways.
SCP-XXXX-A: See, what did I say? You guys should have just let us be, now our producers are going to explain our absents and we're going to have to delay our special. You guys better start showing respect, because if we decide to leave, you all de—
O5-6: Indeed. Yes, you will be given everything you required for you to continue your show. No more, no less. We will help you continue your show as long as possible and make sure no one interferes with your work, but you will obey our rules, our commands, and you will not deviate from them. You will be given everything you will ever need to continue your activities, but you are mistaken if you think we are going to kneel before you.
SCP-XXXX-A: You still don't get, don't you? Without us, you will di—
O5-6: No, you do not understand me! If humanity is doom to die, then we shall die, but if it is because of your actions then we—no I will do everything in my power to make sure you and your people would have wished you never came here and killed. This is not a warning, nor a promise; it is a fact. Now, do you understand?
SCP-XXXX-A:…Loud and clear. I think we all do.
O5-6: Good. Then, Mister Song, you will continue on trying to find a solution to this dire problem. Doctor Kellogg?
Doctor Kellogg: Yes, Ma'am?
O5-6: You will be assigned to the… extraterrestrials.
SCP-XXXX-A: But—
O5-6: Fact! …Now then, after I give you the details of your new containment—or as you know it: lives—let's make a show.
Addendum-XXXX.3: SCP-XXXX Containemnt
Due to the possibility of XK-Class End-of-the-World Scenario if SCP-XXXX's containment procedures fail, it was required by the O5 council to vote on the finalization of it.
COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY:
| YEA | NAY | ABSTAIN |
|---|---|---|
| O5-01 | ||
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| O5-06 | ||
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| STATUS |
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| APPROVED |
Addendum-XXXX.4: SCP-XXXX-A-D Request and Complaint Log.
SCP FOUNDATION HUMAN RESOURCES
SCP-XXXX-A
You told us if we comply, we will get everything that we need. You half assers! We need people, not hardened criminals you give us. Just look in their eye, you could tell there screaming get it done with. We need innocence. We need fear and terror and despair in their very soul! We can't have conflict in the story if the victims don't even care! I know killing your own is consider barbaric in your culture, but grow up, you know what's on the line. Just find someone dammit.
P.S Stop sending your "agents" in the bathroom, it's getting unwanted attention…
SCP FOUNDATION HUMAN RESOURCES
SCP-XXXX-B
Where's the meat? We need the deer, the chicken, the turkey, the possum, the cow, the cat, the dog, we need it all. We can't convince our audience that we are real humans unless we get real human food, not your slop; whats is wrong with you people?
We don't want beans or rice or salad or anything that is green in the matter. We are supposed to be a rich, intelligent, and high family. Name one real important person that eats a pinto bean. I dare you.
SCP FOUNDATION HUMAN RESOURCES
SCP-XXXX-C
Wheres the private candy?
SCP FOUNDATION HUMAN RESOURCES
SCP-XXXX-D
I cannot take this anymore. I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't even slurplop. You have turned our set into your own little laboratory! Even when you get out your still there! You know this can limit the creative mind, and if I'm not at my top condition, we could get cancel. And if I canceled, you're canceled!
SCP FOUNDATION HUMAN RESOURCES
SCP-XXXX-A
There this group—I think their human government—that's been following us. They have these badges, and blue outfits. I thought you guys are supposed to be in charge here, what's the deal? Also, keep your eye on Raspon, the one you keep calling C, he's getting flaky… You did you give him his sugar supplement right?
SCP FOUNDATION HUMAN RESOURCES
SCP-XXXX-D
I'm done! I may not be human, but I am sure not an animal, yet. And will not be treated as one. Your weekly probing is full-on disgusting! You expect me—ME— to prick my wet appendage so you can draw liquid nutrients from my host for a "checkup" every week, not once a year, but every week? On my homeworld, thinking about such an act would get liquefied! You will stop this invasive behavior, you dirty ape and [READACTED].
SCP FOUNDATION HUMAN RESOURCES
SCP-XXXX-B
We need the meats. No one else might care, but I do and I'm sure our audience will too! We just got done sucking the brains out of the specimen you gave us, but let me tell you that man looked half-dead already. Lupe already told you this, we need innocence in their eyes. Not these disease-ridden cretins you find on the street, that just looks cheap!
SCP FOUNDATION HUMAN RESOURCES
SCP-XXXX-A
Where are dogs, where are the naked, naked cmataose victims, hmm? The special is coming up and we are not even slightly prepared! We need the fresh, naked nudists now!
SCP FOUNDATION HUMAN RESOURCES
SCP-XXXX-D
[REDACTED]
, Thank you.
SCP FOUNDATION HUMAN RESOURCES
SCP-XXXX-C
There's still no private candy…
FOR A FULL LIST OF INCIDENTS, PLEASE REFERENCE YOUR SITE'S RAISA DEPARTMENT.
SCP FOUNDATION HUMAN RESOURCES
Head Reseracher of SCP-XXXX, Rowe Kellogg
I request seprate resource syetem for the SCP-XXXX instances. They clogged the whole [READACTED] thing.
Addendum-XXXX.5: SCP-XXXX Incident.
On March 5th, 2002, SCP-XXXX-A requested an emergency meeting regarding SCP-XXXX-C.
Interviewer: Doctor Rowe Kellogg
Interviewee: SCP-XXXX-A
[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. Kellogg: What's the problem, A? You told us the … special was a hit. What is it now?
SCP-XXXX-A: Oh, grow up, I know you've seen worse. Anyways, we have real problems to talk about. Raspon— C is dying.
Dr. Kellogg: What—how, we gave everything they asked for?
SCP-XXXX-A: That's the problem, you see C wasn't a smart one, and apparently, neither were you guys. He was obsessed with your planet's sugar, like, he couldn't go eight hours without it, he'll just crash.
Dr. Kelllogg: But we follow what you gave us, we took weekly test for crying out loud! How could he possibly die?
SCP-XXXX-A: You took tests on the human part, not our part. His real body collapsed along with their host. Just an empty hunk of flesh now. You should probably clean that up.
Dr. Kellogg: But… But the last time he was walking five minutes before sleeping. How—
SCP-XXXX-A: Yeah, you should probably really clean that.
Dr. Kellogg: But without him, what will guys do? Wouldn't you get canceled?!
SCP-XXXX-A: Yep, we tried, we really did, but destiny has different plans. You have to accept the universe's call—
Dr. Kellogg: Stop talking like that…
SCP-XXXX-A: And stop grinding your teeth like that! Calm down, man, we're not done yet. I like this place. It's secure and safe. See how I played with your name like that? You don't get it?Hmm, anyways we contacted some friends that are going to bring back C for an in a physical way.
Dr. Kellogg: Who gave you permission to do that?
SCP-XXXX-A: If we waited for your approval, it would have been too late.
Dr. Kellogg: Are you kidding me? There is a reason why the system exists.
SCP-XXXX-A: Do you want to die?
Dr. Kellogg: Nnnh, when will they be coming?
SCP-XXXX-A: Tomorrow morning, earliest.
Dr. Kellogg: Is that all you have to tell me?
SCP-XXXX-A: No, that's it, but as I said before, C is acting flaky you should really keep to guidelines we gave you about him.
[END LOG]
Addendum-XXXX.6: Meeting discussing the future of SCP-XXXX
Meeting members: 05-6, Interplanet Diplomat Charles Song, Containment Specialist Mia Campins, and Head Researcher Doctor Kellogg.
[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. Kelloog: There has to be a diffrent than this.
Song: I agree, we should be making more of an effort to making our world untouchable instead of funding an alien knockoff of American Horror Story. How long will this show last, surely not forever? How long will it be until there show gets old and stale?
Campins: Our current procedures and statistics taking from SCP-XXXX-1 signals indicate have a minimum of 90 years before the destruction of Earth. And as you said before, Song, you still have no way of ensuring your plan will work. Ma'am, if we really want to be free of the control of this SCP I recommend we find a way to control them and ensure the success of their operations.
Songs: They aren't machines! Their actors, and aliens one at that. We can't just replicate their characteristics with the technology we currently have and not expect disastrous consequences.
Dr: Kellogg: That might not be one-hundred percent correct. I've seen the way they act…and it's not good. When they go out in public everybody tries to ignore them, hell, I don't think they say more than 100 words to other people when they're not killing them. They act as stunted children is what I'm trying to say, and finding a way to replicate that won't be too hard, per se.
O5-6: Doctor Kellogg does have a point, but we cannot ensure our safety with that. Our world is counting down its destruction and we will not make do with what we have. We are going to have to sell the Earth…again.
Dr. Kellogg: What? You…you can do that?
Campins: Of course, we did it about five times already, and thanks to that we are currently in, um, hold for a minute. Divide the two and subtract the two trillion, and we are currently in 987,000,000,000,000.78 in debt.
O5-6: That will be… paid off.
Dr. Kellogg: But the trees, the water, the people, how can you?!
O5-6: For the greater good, Doctor.
Dr. Kellogg: But how would selling the Earth save it?
O5-6: Mister Songs, please contact Skolon's associates. Its time to change his mind. Doctor Kellogg, make sure the extraterrestrials are kept—. Doctor Kellogg, where was did your agent say they were last.
Dr. Kellogg: They should be sleeping at this time.
O5-6: It seems we underestimated them and their technology. It seems they used SCP-XXXX-1 to take out the agents assigned to them and is waiting to leave Earth inside their home. Kellogg?
Dr. Kellogg: Yes…?
O5-6: What I'm about to tell is more top secret than the previous information you have already heard, if this leaves this room you will be terminated, understand me?
Dr. Kellogg: Yes, Ma'am!
O5-6: Good, now this is what we are going to—. Turn off that camera.
[END LOG]
Addendum-XXXX.7: The acquisition of SCP-XXXX and execution of Operation EXPO.
On April 29th, 2002, Foundation forces used a reality shift bomb that allowed eight-minutes use of type green powers onto Foundation Agent Kentheny. Agent Kentheny then proceeded to destroy SCP-XXXX-1 and rip out all SCP-XXXX physical bodies from the skulls of their host. After the capture of SCP-XXXX-A-D and the expiration of Agent Kentheney type green powers, she turned into a wooden statue of a man carrying a blue recliner.
Three days after this incident the extraterrestrial group, Skolon Corporation, was contacted and offer 75% of all profits made by the "Curse of Jeremiah" for the stay against the destruction of Earth. The group that owned and produced the "Curse of Jeremiah" was contacted and given the information that they will no longer be required to pay their actors and the Foundation will act out their show for free.
Operation EXPO is the execution transferring the consciousness of the SCP-XXXX instances into a memetic controlled body. Bodies design for the consciousness transfer are grown from Foundation facilities and are given scars and deformities from their past iteration. Ethics and Overseer Council permission has been granted. Profits gain from Operation EXPO are predicated to help gain the Earth out of debt in approximately sixty-five years
Samuel Khan was sitting in the dining hall of Port Yoma, dressed in his pajamas as he waited for his dessert. The desert was a mixture of egg from the Phoenixes of the high mountains, milk from the mighty Bison’s of North America, vanilla from the hidden and forgotten Forest of Undying, sugar from the Seas of Honey, and ice from the glaciers of Antarctica . It took four months just for the preparation and five for it to be put together as it became a soft white semi-solid. When cut, it would be like hot butter and when placed in the mouth it would melt instantly, making its essence spread across the taste buds. It was the perfect dessert that Khan longed each year to eat, specifically in these clothes and in this Port.
A Silbean— a intuitive race of bipedal salamander that had a knack of asking too many questions at the wrong time— rushed down the hall in its bronze armor, carrying Khans dessert. It placed it down in front of him and scurried off as the light coming from the chandelier made the desert sparkle. The ice was blended in with desert to the point where only small fragments remain, making light reflect off it; it was its own little disco ball. Khan’s tongue couldn’t wait any longer, he picked up his spoon and was about to indulge himself before—
“EXPLOSION!” a deep hollow voice said, as a new, large hole appeared on the right wall. Its debris spread across the floor and table. Luckily, Khan grabbed his dessert before the Xious bomb destroyed it. He knew it was a Xious bomb because every single time one of those things goes off, it would always make the sound of someone saying—
“EXPLOSION!” a bomb said, this time making a larger hole in the wall beside the other one and creating enough wind force to blow Khan and his dessert on the floor.
Khan stared in horror as his desert melted, staining the red carpet with its flavors, fragrance, and deliciousness.
“Who the hell ruined my ice cream?!” Khan said, as he peered through the smoke the bomb created, looking for the cretin who caused this tragedy. The hazy figure walked through the smoke, forming ripples as they passed through it for a moment, and into the dining hall. The figure was around five feet and four inches and wore goggles, had a weird jacket with too many pockets, and pants that smelled of sawdust, but the most notable feature was that they had blue sapphire skin; so after careful thinking, he concluded that it was Jonathan Sole Perem, the five thousand five hundred and eighty-fifth son of the House of Perem. Of course it was, who else would attack this port.
“Nay, Khan we meet again! How’s it been without me?” Jonathan said, with a sardonic smirk.
Veins started to form on Khan’s forehead as his face turned into a slight shade of red and began to think, why did this have to happen to him? All he wanted to do was to eat his ice cream, mess with the prisoners in the underground dungeon, and go to sleep. But no, this stunted blue menace prevented that by attacking his fortress, his home! He used zombies, skeletons, zombie skeletons, and now—
“EXPLOSION!” a bomb said again, this time in the far distance.
“Ah man, that wasn’t supposed to come on yet.” Jonathan said.
“How are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be in that blasted School for Troublef Souls?” Khan said.
A cold sweat came upon Jonathan as he remembered that… school. It was supposed to help troubled souls”, not make them; everyday they would wake him up at 6:00 am and force him to carve and polish doors until 12:00 pm. They had two, three minute “restroom” breaks that consisted of a bucket in a corner with some used leaves. On lucky days they would teach him in an air-condition schoolroom, with chairs that wouldn’t break after five seconds of being sat on, how to use his abilities to carve and polish doors better! It was a nightmare, an unknown level of hell that he was forced to endure as punishment for attacking his sister port— strangely enough the one he was attacking now. But he wouldn’t allow some setbacks for his plan, his plan to overthrow his sister and become the head of the House of Perem. And with this new found rage, he would be unstoppable.
“Well Khan, you can’t keep a genius down. That… school was easy to escape from; all it took was time.” He said, mustering a wobbly grin; each thought of the school still gave him more fear than anger.
“Fascinating. But if you don’t mind, may you please inform me … ON WHY YOU PUT TWO HOLES IN MY WALL! Don't have any other hobbies?” Khan said, as his face began to turn into a deadly shade of red.
Johnathan gave his best “diabolical” laugh that sounded a lot like a person choking on a chicken bone, and said: “Come on Khan, you’re never too old for domination.”
“That’s what you said the last twelve times!”
“Actually, it was thirteen, but anyways this time is different. I came up with a new strategy; do you want to hear it?” He said eagerly.
“No.” Khan said firmly.
“First I started with summoning zombies, then skeletons, and when I matured little more zombie-skeletons, but there was one thing I was missing and that was a distraction! Yes, the Xious bombs would prove as that distraction as my undead loyal army flood this fortress and destroy anyone who gets in my way! Pretty clever right?”
“What army? You’re not talking about that one over there.” Khan said, pointing a finger through the hole in the wall, over the midnight horizon at the marching Silbean chewing on Jonathan's former army. “As always, your too stupid to do something that actually works!”
“Well… well, I messed up your ice cream didn’t I!” Johnathan said, becoming more agitated and confused as he contemplated why his fourteenth attempt of raiding Port Yoma failed.
Khan momentarily forgot about his ice cream after seeing Jonathan and now wonder where it was. He then found it after he glanced down at the fresh stained spot on the carpet. Anger then followed suit.
“You runt! If it wasn’t for your sister, I’ll have you shot, boiled, and hanged! In that order! Then I’ll have your remains chopped and scattered across the cosmos. I’ll kill you; I’ll end you, one day.” Khan said, collapsing to the ground on all fours, breathing heavily as if he had lifted something very heavy off his chest.
“Wow Khan, that’s a bit harsh don’t you think? I’m the only one who gives you company. Giving you your monthly social interaction and this is how you treat me? I thought we were friends.”
Something broke in Khan when heard that last phrase, something fundamental to the human mind.
“Friends? Friends! Are you a clinical moron or this one of your twisted games to toy with me? You say you give me company; I don’t want company! Why do you think I still have this job? What did I ever did ever do to you, huh? You come here, attacking my port, ruining my ice cream and my day. But I see now, you’re the devil. The devil.” Khan said, his eyes moving around sporadically.
“Nay, nay, Khan your alright, what’s with those eyes?
“’Silbean… bring him….to the” Khan thought hard about this, “Dungeon!”
The Silbean marched towards Johnathan and surrounded him, waving their sharp spears at him.
“NAY! Hold up now, I got, I got, um… If you hurt me, you’ll pay! I got connections you hear me!”
At that moment, a lightning bolt pierced through the cobblestone roof and struck Johnathan, leaving nothing but a dark shadow on the ground where he once stand. The Silbean heads jerked from left to right as their curiosity and questions began to rise and the only man who could answer them was—
Khan’s eyes were staring at something that wasn’t there, his mouth was slightly open, and his body radiated a presence that the Silbean did not want to ask about. After several seconds of this existential crisis, Khan finally said: “Get me a doctor.”
“But sirrr, we have no doctorrrs. Shouldn’t we be afterrr the boy?” A Silbean said, trying to end the conversation as quickly as possible.
“I said get me a doctor! I don’t care where you get him, we must have several in the dungeons, don’t we, don’t we?” The Silbean stared in silence. Khan crawled up in a ball and muttered to himself until saying: “Find me a doctor you backwater reptiles, or I’m feeding you all to the Blackhole!”
The Silbean , now with the fear of being eaten by the Blackhole, fled away like a pack of basilisk lizards, leaving a broken and bitter Khan alone with the ice cream stain; after several hours of being alone, he found licking the stain helped, a little.
Special Containment Procedures: The hotel complex containing SCP-XXXX has been purchased and closed off from the public. Civilians trying to enter the hotel complex are to be detained and brought to local police for trespassing.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a hotel room located on the third floor of the hotel complex, Bolox Court in Orlando, Florida. All windows from SCP-XXXX are opaque. Screaming can be heard from inside SCP-XXXX when the door is closed. Opening the door or window of SCP-XXXX causes the noise to cease. All foreign objects left inside SCP-XXXX when its door closes disappear. The room within SCP-XXXX is furnished with appliances and decorations appropriate to 1940's America, with 3 incorporeal entities designated as SCP-XXXX-A through C.
- SCP-XXXX-A resembles a middle-aged man dressed in 1940s era style clothing.
- SCP-XXXX-B resembles a middle-aged woman dressed 1940s era style clothing.
- SCP-XXXX-C resembles a young adult male dressed in ragged clothing.
All attempts to interact with these entities physically have proven ineffective. SCP-XXXX-A-C and objects inside SCP-XXXX are unable to move past the entrance ways. SCP-XXXX-A through C will try to persuade anyone who enters SCP-XXXX to stay by using entertainment, food, threats, and blocking the exit ways despite their incorporeal nature. When a subject leaves SCP-XXXX, the door closes automatically and the noise resumes.
Discovery: SCP-XXXX was discovered after a call originating near SCP-XXXX contacted Dr. Kellogg Bake discussing spectral entities haunting apartment rooms in Bolox Court. MTF Mu-13 ("Ghostbusters") was dispatched and discovered SCP-XXXX, setting up current containment procedures. The area where the call originated from was located and at the location, was a gun of unknown design, the deceased body of Jenkins Lipin, a defector from the GOI ("Unusual Incidents Unit"), that went missing 5 years ago, and a note(See Addendum.1). No wounds were found on Jenkins Lipin body and caused of death is currently unknown.
Interviewer: D-303
Interviewee: SCP-XXXX-A-C
Foreword: Interview #3. 11/13/2013
[BEGIN LOG]
D-303 enters SCP-XXXX. SCP-XXXX-A is sitting in a chair, SCP-XXXX-B is cooking, and SCP-XXXX-C is sitting in the corner.
SCP-XXXX-A: Oh look who it is, its turnip!
SCP-XXXX-B: Oh my. Are you gonna stay longer this time?
D-303: Can you stop calling me that, my name is ██████ and if you want me to stay longer, answer the damn questions.
SCP-XXXX-A: Excuses… Excuses. I said we all did some noncivil work in the past, we been here as long as we've can re—re— , and Sarah here can make a fine pie. We always answer your questions, you just don't listen.
Runip: Okay then. [Glances at the provided sheet of questions.] Then tell me, why do you want people to stay inside this place?
SCP-XXXX-B: We just enjoy the company!
SCP-XXXX-A: See! We told you this a hundred times already.
D-303 [Sigh] Okay. What is the noise all about?
SCP-XXXX-A: Pardon me, what noise?
D-303: The noise coming from this room every single time the door closes.
SCP-XXXX-B begins chopping faster and is crying. SCP-XXXX-A convulses.
The lights flicker.
SCP-XXXX-A: I don't know what you're talking about… Son.
D-303: Um… Sure. So, who is that guy [Pointing at SCP-XXXX-C]?
SCP-XXXX-A: He's just shy really.
D-303: [Walk towards SCP-XXXX-C.] Hey. Hey, you there?
SCP-XXXX-C: [Murmuring] Lie.. they lie… they lie.
D-303: Who lied?
SCP-XXXX-C: They lied! [SCP-XXXX-C turns its head around, revealing an open gap in its jaw.]].
D-303 walks towards the exit.
D-303: Okay that's it. We are done. D—O—N—E, done!
SCP-XXXX-A: Hold up now! Don't you take another damn step towards that exit boy or I'll rip off your tongue, you hear! [ Collapses with its legs and clothing deteriorating] When been here too long! You gonna stay, you gonna stay, you gonna stay!
SCP-XXXX-B: Please just stay and leave the door open! Just stay! [SCP-XXXX-B convulses with 3 holes appearing on its chest showing signs of decomposition.] Pleeeese!
SCP-XXXX-B throws its knife at the door. D-303 runs towards the exit of SCP-XXXX.
SCP-XXXX-C: [Crying] No point, no point, no point. Sleep.
[END LOG]
Addendum.1: The contents below is a note found on Jenkins Lipin.
GENEROUS MERCENARIES
PRIORITY: LOW
LEVEL OF DIFFICULTY: BLUE
Mission: Complete the Siban ritual on the two traitors inside a local apartment room.
Step 1: Incapacite and restrain the two traitors inside the room.
Step 2: Ignore rule 2 and dispose of any civilians who witness the ritual.
Step 3: Make them drink their own urine once a day, for ten days.
Step 4: Feed them Nann bread mixed and blended with water three times a day, for ten days.
Step 5: Shatter one toe each day, for ten days.
Step 6: Eat only their feces for ten days, if you cannot, eat maggots.
Step 7: Make contact with Baban the Merchant of tormented beings, and give it this file. Tell it to activate the tormented loop of suffering, disembowelment, etc once the ten days are over and ensure the souls will not be able to speak of their torment.
Step 8: After ten days, contact the Hotel Managers to ensure indefinite safety of the loop.
Step 9: After all steps are completed, terminate yourself with the gun provided.
Failure to complete the mission will result in Jenkins Lipin relative family being disposed of.
Lieutenant General Simon Ratus: Given your great contributions to our organization, we have decided to be generous with you and give you a lighter punishment, despite your treacherous actions. While those two will suffer for eternity you will only get death, be happy.
SCP-XXXX-C face matches Jenkins Lipin. Current research into this Group of Interest("Generous Mercenaries") and its Persons of Interest are ongoing.