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SCP-XXXX before recovery, seen in Containment.
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Special Containment Procedures: Due to rhe fact that SCP-XXXX's anomalous abilities are able to disrupt the Foundation's purpose and expose high security information to the public, all intensive efforts have been made in preventing SCP-XXXX from production of SCP-XXX-A instances. SCP-XXXX has been stored in a modifed containment locker, with phone signal generators placed inside to prevent production of SCP-XXXX-A.
Mobile Task Force Alpha-19 ("Gossip Girls") has rerouted phone lines throughout Washington D.C, and is to collect and destroy any landlines, mobile phones and payphones that have recieved SCP-XXXX-A instances. Alpha-19 is to establish contact with indivdiduals who have received contact with an SCP-XXXX-A instance. Indivdiuals are to be given class-A amnestiacs and have all phones within their possesions siezed and destroyed.
Description: SCP-XXXX is an auto-dialer machine that continually leaves voice mail containg sensitive information about the Foundation, throughout the Washington D.C area.
The voicemail, refered to as SCP-XXXX-A, contains readings of poetry. The poetry is generally composed in a free-verse modern style, rather then the traditional method of rhyming. Each SCP-XXXX-A poem was written in a pessimist or nihilist nature.
Addendum No. 1: Recovered Audio Files
As of writing, SCP-XXXX has transmitted the following Calls:
Addressee: Dr. Julie Baxter
SCP: SCP-████
Transcription:
Into the Enternity.
Forever is a long word. Forgotten as it always is. Let the old men at the top of the hill shudder what they've done.
Gold and grey dust of my hand, passing down onto the bottom of the roof tops and into the chimney of the young children's house.
It is no concern to you, and it will never be, until you you're at the bottom of the hill, as it lays gently burning.
Gently Burning, says my hand, as my mouth pains and aches.
Addressee: Mt. Blake Sculpting Co.
SCP: SCP-███
Transcription:
The Black Moon howls a sacred sound, calling forth the man of stone and anguish
If he could cry, it would be of boulders and gems. He will cry everyday until he is left from his prison.
How cruel do you think it would to be, being locked into a cave of flesh, without one's loved ones, because the jailer says so?
The statue, as he blinks, sobs into the darkness.
Addressee: Little One Nurseries
SCP: SCP-███
Transcript:
There was once a little girl, just like you. She had hopes and dreams, forever true.
Her name had been Cassie, she was a little Lassie. Unlike you, who lives in a house with light, little Cassie lives in forever white.
What up is down, are you starting to frown? Think of little Cassie, the little lassie, locked up by the jailer stuck forever.
Addressee: Green Thumb Planters
SCP: SCP-████
Transcript:
I will not let you know where my friends are. I will not speak their names or were they ran off to.
They are in hiding, scared by thr iron masks of the jailers, frightned by their captors. Surely you cannot let this continue. Let them be free in the gardens of the exiles. Let them be free from the Jailers.
Woe be if we hadn't done anything.
Addendum No. 3: The following audio file was found within SCP-XXXX, with the following photo.
Transcript:
Repent! Repent!
