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DATE: 19 Mar 2021 00:58

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DATE: 18 Mar 2021 20:31

SCP-XXXX in containment.

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept in a 30m by 30m cell. The floor of the cell is to be covered in grass to make it seem as though it is outside. There are also to be artificial trees and bushes placed in the cell. A large, stainless steel water bowl is to be placed at the wall opposite the door. Ropes with knots on the ends are to be left on the floor of the cell for the entity's entertainment. If SCP-XXXX is not entertained, it will grow aggravated and will begin to bark loudly. There is to be two security personnel outside the cell at all times.

Description:

Addendum: [Optional additional paragraphs]

Footnotes

1. A HK-Class scenario is a K Class scenario in which a god shows up and takes over the world.

2. A Lifted Viel Scenario is when the Foundation or anomalies becomes public knowledge.

3. A Black threat level means the SCP possesses the capacity for destruction on a global scale. Moreover, containment breaches by such objects are to be considered synonymous with an XK-Class scenario and its recontainment and/or neutralization is to be considered top priority.

4. Mangad█x.org is a partially Foundation-run site. Some of its staff are Foundation personnel while most of them have no knowledge of the Foundation.

5. Inorganic objects, including articles of clothing, jewelry, and augments are not affected by SCP-XXXX.

6. SCP-XXXX was determined to have had an unregistered expansion of thirty-five meters before Incident-7, followed by an additional increase of fifteen meters over the following day after the removal of the Site Directors from its boundaries.

7. The Subjective Happiness Scale.

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DATE: 18 Mar 2021 19:38

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP(number) is to be kept in a walled in section of forestland at Site ##. No firearms are to be brought within view of any instances of SCP(number). Any attempt at escape, though highly unlikely, is to be met with non-lethal force such as rubber bullets or tasers. Use of firearms is only permitted in the case of full containment breach.

Description: SCP(number) consists of four separate entities, designated SCP(number)-a through SCP(number)-b. They appear to be of the species Rocky Mountain Elk up to the neck, at which point an exposed spine emerges to connect to a human torso. This human torso has the skull of an elk in place of a head, with a large rack of antlers connected. The torso and body are attached only by the spine, connective nerves and large blood vessels. The torso itself appears to be supernaturally suspended in the air by unknown means, as there is no muscle structure suggesting autonomous support would be possible. SCP(number) are of average human intelligence and appear to speak fluent English, as well as many Native American languages.

SCP(number)-a and SCP(number)-b were discovered caged in a laboratory after reports of a wendigo-like creature roaming the forests around the Great Lakes were recieved from [REDACTED], Michigan. During the recovery of SCP(number) a man dressed in a white, bloodstained lab coat was shot and killed. A journal was found on his corpse by recovery teams detailing the creation of SCP(number), as well as ramblings that were later determined to be incoherent and untranslatable. (See addendum A)

SCP(number)-c and SCP(number)-d were found in the forest surrounding the laboratory. SCP(number)-c appeared to be in great distress, weeping over the corpse of SCP(number)-d. SCP(number)-d had been killed by a gunshot wound, which had pierced the chest of the elk body. Upon seeing recovery teams, SCP(number)-c communicated that he had no desire to resist capture, and requested that he be reunited with his brothers.

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Dr. [REDACTED] created them to protect the forests from being industrialized. He was killed by SCP(number)-c when it escaped with SCP(number)-d.

Never got around to doing their intended purpose, and in fact quite welcome the presence of humans and engage in intelligent conversation

Quite happy to be safe at the facility from hunters

More details I need to remember
The doctor himself is unknown, but it will be gleaned from his journal that he was a part of a cult that focused primarily on the worship of Asintmah, a Native-American origin goddess of nature and earth. According to that mythology, she was also the first woman to walk the earth. He eventually went a little too crazy for the cult, and was thrown out to live on his own in the middle of the forest. He made himself a makeshift lab, and carried on his rituals there on his own. His journal will also detail that due to extreme stress and mental illness, he begins to suffer from impotence. He views this as a curse from Asintmah. His logic is that if he displeased her, then she must have afflicted him with this condition to show him he is unable to please any woman. So he decides he must appease her by gifting her an offering, but since she is the goddess of nature, his conclusion is that he must not kill anything in the offering. His best plan is to make guardians. He kidnaps 4 brothers and captures 4 elk, and although somewhat crude in attachment, he manages to surgically stitch them together. He conducted a ritual over them and after all the torture is said and done, the sutures split and whatever "power" he wanted to give them is embedded. However, he is absolutely bonkers at this point, and so obviously hes gonna forget something in the ritual or its going to go wrong in some way, and instead of the brothers being fully converted they end up just being… abominations.

Addendum A: Doctor [REDACTED]'s journal

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DATE: 18 Mar 2021 18:23

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures:
SCP-XXXX is currently being kept in the derivate Site-19-D specifically designed and created for its containment in the Orange Walk District, in Belize.

The mouth of the cave SCP-XXXX is contained in has been sealed off with concrete, blocking off the main entrance in order to prevent tourists and civilians from entering. A shaft has been installed for foundation access.

Every 3 months, SCP-XXXX is to be drained via liquid pump into a jar, which is stored inside a freezer chamber. This liquid is to be used on a mass population if a "Broken Masquerade" event for an anomaly has an unanticipated outcome, and if the project is already launched to the public.

All civilians affected by this anomaly are to be taken to a foundation bunker to be informed about events currently taking place and to read, and watch un-bias news reports. Those affected by SCP-XXXX, unfortunately, cannot be given amnestic after their occurrence with the foundation as it would lead to the re-education becoming obsolete.

Description:
SCP-XXXX is a stone basin measuring 6 meters in diameter that is below a leak in the cave wall. This basin has many small hieroglyph inscriptions carved into it, of the ancient Mayan variant.

SCP-XXXX-1, the liquid that comes from the leak usually takes about 3 months to fill the basin below it and takes an exceptionally slow pace to fill. It has a blue, luminescent coloring. When It has been consumed by a human, it has the property of pin-pointing current and relevant events, usually resulting in catastrophic outcomes.

Discovery:
SCP-XXXX was discovered in late February of 2020. It was the main exhibit of a caves tour, nearby the ancient Mayan city Lamanai. It was being put on display as the "liquid light". Tourists were prohibited to drink any of the water that came from the cave itself, as it might contain harmful bacteria. 3 tourists had drunken SCP-XXXX-1, disobeying the tour rules. The coronavirus pandemic had just begun, and due to SCP-XXXX-1's anomalous properties, the tourists had come out of the tour, disoriented. They had also been ignoring the CDC's health guidelines.

History:
Due to the inscriptions on the side of SCP-XXXX, the foundation now knows about its upbringing.

SCP-XXXX was discovered in 700 B.C. by citizens of the city of Lamanai during an exploration of an unknown purpose. The Current king of Lamanai then was brought in, and they decided to build a basin underneath where the leak was. Eventually, "tests" were carried out so that they themselves could learn about the capabilities of SCP-XXXX-1. It was not used, only hidden in the cave.

During the Last-king of Lamanai's reign, there was a population density issue and the city's materials were being spread thin. The king then became corrupt, thinking that the ever-growing population would make them powerful. He proceeded to pour SCP-XXXX-1 within the city's water supply. As a result of that action, the population grew, but they soon were depleted of materials. Thus, the downfall of the city of Lamanai.
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DATE: 18 Mar 2021 16:58

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I’m fucked.

Fucked, fucked, fucked.

I doubt that this log will get anywhere, considering that I’m about a million kilometers away from the nearest charted planet, and that the ship’s on-board radio and messenger is broken.

I suppose I could fix the “radio and messenger” problem. I ran a diagnostic on it and it says that the radio is down. Simple EVA, shouldn’t take more than an hour. But then I’d have to fix the airlock; which I have no fucking clue on how to do, ever since the ship got raided.

Oh, right. The raid.

Well, what happed was that we wandered into territory owned by the Mason Guild, and they got pissed off and decided to kill us. And they almost succeeded! I’m still alive.

Fuck the Mason Guild.

Anyway, all fourteen of my crewmates are dead and dusted, or probably dead. They took them off ship (while I hid in a storage closet like a fucking coward) and most likely executed them on planet after a sham trial. The Foundation wouldn’t find out for another month; communications in deep-space are like that.

book2

One: Rizwan Ali, fresh out of university, is employed at the Foundation in a peasant occupation. His job is "Lab Assistant", which means he cleans the tables and spends hours a day in a dark closet writing reports. Frustrated, he requests a transfer to another Site, only to be turned down due to the demand of assistants needed there.

Two: Ali singles out a colleague in the same position as he is, and befriends him. Over time, he begins to reorganize the lab infrastructure, as well as enlist other assistant's help in streamlining the report-writing process.

Three: After an incident where a storage facility in the Site is burned (Ali having accidentally caused it), he's sent to Sri Lanka to work at the newly established Site. There, he meets Dr. Kondraki, who he impresses.

Four: After six months in Sri Lanka, Kondraki, who is leaving, asks Ali to join him as an assistant. Ali accepts, and he ends up in California, where he supervises the feeding process of 408 and writes reports on the experiments done on them.

Five: Ali witnesses Kondraki breaching security protocols, entering the containment chamber of 408 in the middle of the night, and asking them to broadcast images of other people within the Site. Ali, in the security room, has the option to not report it. He sends the footage to the Site Director.

Six:

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"You ever think about the stars?

"No, I didn't think you do. Millions of tiny shiny things, sparkling in the sky. I still don't know how people managed to get things from it, like- like a fuckin'- like a fucking scorpion, or- or belt, you know?"

Dietrich Lurk takes a long drought of beer from the flask, then peers into the handheld mirror that he had set next to him. "You don't say much, do you, Merle?"

Merle, a figure with an eerie smile and black cloak, shrugs. Your ramblings are annoying.

"Shut up."

Detective thing - broken masquerade

Outline:

Takes place in 2060, decades after the broken masquerade. Foundation-Detective Alan Blunt tracks a shipment of anomalous weapons heisted from Site-32 in the town of San Francisco. Anomalous-Detectives are a group of detectives, from the U.N, that were created for anomaly-related crimes.

PLAN:

Will be several cases Alan Blunt encounters while investigating the anomalous weapons taken from Site-32. Blunt is taking heat from Boswell, the commissioner of the SFPD and Blunt's sometimes partner, for the murder of Emilia Ricoletti which was believed to have been orchestrated by Anomalous-Detectives.

First Case: Alan Blunt is visited by Theodore Lament, his Foundation informant. He hands him a thick file on the heist and asks him to investigate it. Magnus Arne, a former informant of another Anomaly-Detective (Arne murdered her), presumably has information on the anomalous weapons. Blunt tracks him down and interrogates him. Arne commits suicide, but heavily hints that a Mob soldier, named Frank Russo, knows about the heist.

Second Case: Blunt tracks down Russo in a bar and pays him for information. Russo says that he knows a man named The Bulldog, a smalltimes arm dealer, who may know something about the weapons. As Blunt leaves, Russo warns him that "this is a dangerous business."

The Bulldog resides in a dilapidated suburban home, where Blunt enters to negotiate a deal, where in return for information, he is cleared of several charges against him. The Bulldog agrees, but after Blunt reveals that he's apart of the Anomalous Detectives, the Bulldog lashes out, revealing that Ricoletti was a friend to him. After a close fight, Blunt kills the Bulldog and searches his files, finding that a woman named Sadie Armas held the weapons.

Third Case: Half-way to Armas' base, he recieves a call that Armas should be arrested. When he gets there, he offers the opportunity to an immunity deal, and she refuses, saying: "The Foundation should be wiped out." Armas' guards attack him, and she escapes.

Fourth: Paul Boswell, a captain of the SFPD, digs through files that are related to Ricoletti and organizes the arrest of two Anomaly-Detectives. Blunt shows up after the arrest and talks to him about Ricoletti, saying that she had a friend in with the Mob and a brother in the Foundation. The brother, John Ricoletti, was discharged from a task force and now lives in a luxurious apartment.

Apparently, there is some speculation that John Ricoletti is now apart of the mob. When Boswell mentions that he's been called a Consigliere, Blunt realizes that, from the Bulldog's files, that he may have been involved with the handling of the anomalous weapons. While they're talking, a Foundation agent, who goes by Theodore Lament, advises them to stay out of it.

Five: Boswell and Blunt track down John Ricoletti, where they find out that he's the new Consigliere of the Armani crime family. After a brief talk, of which John threatens to kill Blunt if he sees him again, they get thrown out of the restaurant. Boswell reveals that during the altercation, he managed to stick a tracker on the inside on John's coat.

Six: They find John Ricoletti heading to an abandoned warehouse, and they follow him there. They witness a conversation where John talks to Sadie Armas, who reveals that the anomalous weapons are in the warehouse itself. Suddenly, several guards find Boswell and Blunt, and they're forced to fight. After they finish, they realize that Armas and John are missing.

Seven: They find that the tracker has been disabled, but they find several signs that mean that Armas and John escaped through a dock door. They run out onto the boardwalk, where Armas is held hostage by John- using a gun. Suddenly, John shoots Armas and manages to escape after a brief fight with Blunt.

Eight: After leaving behind Boswell to save Armas, Blunt pursues John. After cornering him, and after a long fist fight, Blunt interrogates John, and he reveals that the Foundation had him pose as an agent in order to get into the Mob- and gain more power, using the weapons. Suddenly, Lament appears and shoots John.

While holding Blunt at gunpoint, Lament explains, although they're friends, their organization comes first, and if this ever was revealed to the public, the Foundation would be ruined forever (as a lot of people died in the supposed heist.)

But, when Lament is just about to kill him, he recieves a phone call. After several seconds, he puts the gun down and says that they'll meet another time. Lament leaves.

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Parawatch - Forum

RANKS:

Blue: Junior Watcher
Green: Watcher
Red: Senior Watcher
White: Head Watcher
♖: Staff - Can be combined with the above ranks.

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When I was in high school, I used to work at a fast-food place.

I used to work at a Subway, and while I won't give out the location, I'll just say the food was terrible. It was one of those 24/7 places that attracted the "suspicious" people in our town- and these were common because I worked in a city.

I used to work the night shift. I'd come home from school at 3, do homework, and go to work at around 8, then come home at 12 in the night. It wrecked my sleep schedule, sure, but at that point I cared more about making money than anything.

School ended, and in the summer I decided to keep the job- I had nothing better to do. But where I lived, the summer was hell. It would average a hundred degrees every day, making it impossible to go outside. And while I worked the night shift, it was still hot.

But this was the first odd thing I'd noticed. The temperature outside had cooled down to the seventies and sixties during the night, but inside it was still going full blast at above one-hundred. Now, I didn't know why- and believe me, I complained, but the manager just shrugged and told me to keep working.

Anyway, the night shift attracted the suspicious group of people. They're your average hobos, homeless people, drunks, and drug addicts who stumble into the store and order a sandwich and tip you forty bucks because they were high or drunk off their tits.

But they were never really a problem- hell, most of them were pretty kind, if in a very loud way. But there was this one guy- I don't know his name, so I'll just call him Billy for ease of narration.

Billy was a white guy with messy blonde hair and some big eyes. The eyes seemed to look in different directions, so it was pretty fucking disconcerting for him to look at/not look at you while he was ordering a six-inch sub. He liked to wear massive purple t-shirts, like just a solid block color, no designs, that hung really weirdly off of him because he was stick thin.

He usually visited around 10 PM and ordered a 12 inch sub with zero greens. It was just every meat the subway had and nothing else. It was kind of freaky how he seemed to salivate at it, or how he stared at me while I was making the sandwich.

Once, I jokingly asked him, "You want lettuce?" And he just stared directly at me.

So, the summer passed by with little trouble- apart from the one time a guy attacked me with a thirteen-inch long knife at midnight -but in August, a few weeks before my school started, Billy came in.

There was something different about him, though. His purple shirt was more ragged and his face was covered in dirt. His eyes weren't glazed and were now more alert. He asked me for the usual, and I obliged. But, after I was done, he took the sandwich and tried to go to the back.

Now, the back had literally nothing special except for the freezer, break room, and the manager's office, but he was really determined to go there. I ended up playing interference- just telling him to leave, "I'll call the cops", and just blocking the door.

He didn't take it that well, and proceeded to tell me to shut the fuck up, and then he punched me in the face. The next thing I know, he's on top of me screaming his head off and clawing at my face. I don't remember anything after that, but I was told that the

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sitcom thing pilot

NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION - 2008

Josef, one of my workers told me that employees of the Standard Computer Products branch that they found a script that parodies The Office. Can you look into this? File is attached below.

— Maria Jones, Director, RAISA

PILOT

COLD OPEN

FADE IN

INT. HALLWAY TO THE OFFICE - D1

ANGLE on Standard Computer Products logo. ANGLE on elevator doors opening, and JOSEF CANN walks out of it. He flashes two thumbs up, smiling, and then several hand motions, representing peculiar gang signs.

JOSEF
Yo! It's ya new boss, Josef Cann. I'm here to make sure you have a rocking ride. Everyone ready? Follow me.

JOSEF walks towards the entrance to the office and opens the door.

INT. THE OFFICE - CONT. - D1

A woman sitting at the reception desk looks up and waves at the camera. JOSEF walks forward and leans on the desk, smiling.

JOSEF
(Talking to the camera)
This is Natalie, our receptionist. Keep it between you and me- (whispering) she's not that good at her job.

NATALIE
I heard that, Josef. Anyway, you got a fax from Site-99. Talking about our sales report.

JOSEF snatches the paper from her hands and shakes his head desolately. He crumples it into a ball and stuffs it into his pocket. He then walks over to a cluster of desks. There are three desks, with only two occupied. One man is on the phone, and the other is writing something down.

JOSEF
Hey, this is Percy. Percy is the salesman here. Say hi to the camera.

PERCY looks at the camera and continues talking on the phone.

JOSEF
Percy- god dammit, okay, yeah-

JOSEF snatches

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"You want to meet with Eleven."

Dave Urey nods carelessly, a smile playing on his lips. "Will she meet with me?"

The man in front of him looks at him for a long moment, then shakes his head. "Listen, Dave, this is a member of the O5 council. They're not going to meet with you; they have better things to do. Am I wrong?"

"I have a proposition. At least try to arrange the meeting. Let's see how this works out."

"They'll probably kill you the moment you set foot into our Site."

"I doubt it. No one has killed me yet, right?"

The man grunts and slides the sheaf of paper across the oak-wood table. Dave mutters several lines from Much Ado About Nothing, and the papers vanish. He looks up at the man once again, and frowns.

"Modem, we've known each other for a while. Can't you, as a factorum to the person I want to meet, arrange a meeting? Is it really that hard?"

"We've known each other for two years, that only because you killed-"

"Two years is a long time."

"Not long enough for me to arrange such a meeting."

Dave falls silent. Suddenly, an idea strikes him and he sits straight up. "How about you relay my proposal to Eleven. Make sure that she hears it, and tell me if she says yes. Sounds good?"

There's a long silence. Modem shifts in his chair.

Finally, he speaks. "Fine." Abruptly, he stands, adjusting his jacket. "I'll talk to Eleven; but on the off chance that she does accept, you should know two things. One: Eleven isn't one to be messed with, and two: If I, or any member of the Foundation, finds out that you're slacking or fucking around, we will not hesitate to eliminate you. We have magicians of our own."

Dave stands as well, a cocky smile spreading across his face. "Whatever you say, Modem. Contact me when she says yes."

Then, without waiting for assent, he turns and leaves.

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Dave sits out in the greenery.

It fascinates him that he's barely ten miles away from SCP-2000. Something that could erase time itself; a device so large that it takes up an entirety of a mountain; the last defense the world could have. He likes to muse about him sneaking in, possibly investigate some of the skips contained there. He only knows about it because of Lament; in fact, his future career in the Foundation is indirectly because of Lament.

A brown mug appears in his peripheral vision and he takes it. A second later, a man in a brown vest and white shirt appears in front of him, frowning. The man sighs as he sits in a chair, then looks at Dave.

"You have a lot of nerve, boy."

Dave shrugs. "Thanks."

"Has Eleven responded, then?"

"She'll say yes."

"Don't bet on that."

"Already have."

"Your recklessness will get the better of you."

To that, Dave has no answer, so he sips the tea, and nods appreciatively. "I've forgotten how good your tea was. Almost makes me miss training here."

"Almost?"

"I don't like bugs."

They lapse into silence. Dave sips his tea, aware that the man in front of him was actively appraising him, and getting up his nerve to do something. Dave twists the six-diamond ring on his finger, wary of an attack; although the man was an old friend, Dave wasn't stupid.

"I know why you're here. You're not the type of person to travel eight hundred miles just to engage in idle chit-chat." The man shifts in his chair and continues. "You want an apprentice of mine, right? And maybe your old contacts?"

"Who do you have?"

"Olivia. Seventeen, has an owl amulet."

"Amulets. I've never liked them- too fragile, can't store too much energy. Is she good?"

"Very good."

"Who else?"

"Marcus. He uses a ring, like you. Also uses verses to channel the energy. He's a smart kid, maybe smarter than you." At this, Dave snorts. The man continues. "He's fifteen, though. Much too young to send him into battle."

Dave shrugs and stands. "Alright. I'll take it."

"Take who?"

Dave smiles. "I'll take both. And my contacts." Dave turns to leave, but almost immediately turns around again. "Where can I meet them?"

"At the house."

Dave nods. "Thanks."

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After Dave explains his proposal, the two had different reactions.

"I'm in!" Marcus proclaims immediately. Olivia is a little more subdued. Her hand drifts to the owl amulet hanging around her neck. After a few seconds, she shakes her head. "No. And you're not taking Marcus, either. He's twelve."

"Fifteen."

"When I was fifteen, I-"

"Yes, you killed three other magicians in fifteen seconds. He," Olivia says, jabbing a thumb to outside where the old man sat, "likes to talk about it. Might be his most favorite thing to do. You were like his prized pupil."

Oddly touched, Dave pauses for a moment. Marcus smiles.

"I'm very ready for a job. I think it'd be fun. Especially for the Foundation- I'd love to get some of that information on my hands… all those SCP files…" Marcus' eyes adopts a greedy look, and he stares off into space while Olivia shakes her head.

"Answer is no, Dave. Marcus is a little too young to run into combat."

"And you?" Dave challenges.

"I value my life a little too much." Her mouth quirks, and as she stands to leave- also raising Marcus up by the shoulder -he makes one last desperate ploy. "And your family? What would they say for you turning down five million dollars?"

Olivia pauses. "F-Five million dollars?"

"Five million for you, five million for Marcus, and five million for me. And for some other magicians I'm recruiting. Probably more, since we'll have access to all sorts of information that we can sell- all for a reasonable price."

Marcus looks at Dave, as though he is revaluating his opinion on him. "You're… planning on double-crossing the Foundation?"

"They've done a lot of magicians wrong. Time to settle the score, right, Olivia?" Dave, of course, knew that she had a reality bender brother. The old man had told him- not knowing that this would be the information that'd convince her.

"Yes… they have…" Olivia says breathlessly. A minute goes by, and she snaps her head to look at Dave once-more. "Fine. When do we start? And where?"

Dave grins. "How about tomorrow? Perhaps in Italy?"

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"Rizwan."

"Dave."

They stand, Dave in the doorway and Rizwan- having just risen out of an armchair -next to the fireplace. It's tense; Rizwan's face contorts to an expression of anger, then to one of cool, undisturbed calm. He wears a silver chain around his neck, which gleams in the firelight.

"I didn't think I'd see you after what happened two years ago in India. I thought you were locked up in some GOC black-site."

Dave shrugs and steps in, closing the door. "I struck a deal."

Rizwan smiles humorlessly. "The same one you made with MC&D? You sold out me, Sam, Abdul, Srikanth, Mary-"

"I know."

"I should kill you right here, then. Do you not have any shame?"

"Killing me won't help you get what you want."

"I want to kill you."

"You had a brother, right?"

A beat. Rizwan stares at Dave so intensely that Dave

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Tales From A Broken Masquerade: The Magician, The Thief, And The Girl - Volume One

THE MAGICIAN

PART 1

"I'm a magician," he said. He quite liked the word; he used it anytime he had the opportunity to do so. Being a magician, he felt, was something to be proud of, and not to be shunned by religious zealots, or the overbearing GOC, or the-

"The Foundation doesn't like magicians too much. We… have a long history with them." The man in dark tinted glasses and a sharp black suit said magicians, but whereas Dave's usage of it spoke of joy, the man's usage of it implicated repulsiveness.

"I know. I've seen the files. Which is why I have a proposal for you and O5-11."

The man flinches. Dave conceals a smile. Evidently, the man did not expect him to know that he was a factorum, that his code-name was Modem, or that he worked for O5-11.

"O5-11… doesn't accept offers or deals from underlings, much less someone who has never worked for the Foundation." The man's hand drifts to his belt, where Dave could see a faint bulge of a gun. Dave, for his part, twisted the six-diamond ring around his finger.

"I think he'll be interested in this one."

A beat. Modem appraises him, hand now firmly resting on his thigh. Then fear flashes in his eyes, and he nods slowly.

"Very well. Let's hear it."

Dave smiles and leans back. "Let's wind the clocks back a year. The Foundation was at its prime; no one could touch you, the GOC was over-stretched and overworked, you had entire governments bent under your rule. What happened?"

As though it came from gritted teeth, Modem answered. "The Lament Papers released."

"Exactly, they released. And now… The GOC is making up lost ground, right? You have your riots, the trials, the Chaos Insurgency raids, and now I hear Clef is on the run for fleeing the death penalty- I'm sure you're hiding him somewhere."

Modem shifts. "What's your proposal?"

"The Foundation is bleeding. Hell, the average kid on the street could tell you his favorite skip, the class it belongs to, how many people its killed, all that classified information. But, if you hire me… I can start patching up the holes. I have twenty other magicians with me; I'll make sure that by the end of the year, all these informants will be gone." Dave made a 'poof' gesture with his hands.

Modem laughs. "We have four task forces to do that, already. As far as I'm concerned, we don't need you."

Dave conceals a broad smile as he tosses a manila folder on the table. Modem, still eyeing Dave, picks up the folder and flicks through it. A few minutes pass, and Modem puts the folder down, his face still impressively blank.

"You mean to tell me that the task forces I hand-picked are… also informants."

"Yep." Dave pops the 'p'.

Modem looks at him again, and there's a long silence.

Finally, he speaks.

"I'll take your proposal to O5-11. A letter will be sent to your residence as soon as I get the confirmation of your plan."

Dave stands to leave, but suddenly Modem rises and grabs Dave's hand. Dave looks at Modem, ready to strike, but he begins speaking.

"Listen. You're a kid right out of college. If you fuck around and not do what you're supposed to do, I will hunt your family down first, then you, and I'll make sure that you regretted fucking with the Foundation before I kill you. Got it?"

A cold hand of fear grips Dave, and for the first time he realizes what he's getting himself into. This man could easily kill him with a single phone call or text message. He carefully watches the man hand, a scrap of verse on his tongue. To his relief, Modem's hand doesn't stray to his belt.

Dave smiles and says, "The Foundation will be cleaned out in six months."

---

THE THIEF

"Ma'am?"

"Yes?"

"There's, um, another report, ma'am.

"Don't tell me it's another whistleblower."

"I… yes, ma'am. His name is Mark Romeo, and he works for the archival records department in Site-23. We caught a transmission between him and The Guardian regarding several reports on the training of agents, specifically, um, the ones trained by Dr. Clef."

"Shit."

"Also, ma'am, you have a meeting with Seven, today. In about an hour."

"Thanks. Now, go see if you can locate Mark Romeo and try to erase those files."

"Yes, ma'am."

It was days like these that Eleven wanted a drink. She kept a good cellar, one collected over her many years at the Foundation, and it was added to when she took the O5 position; it seemed as though every Archivist drank. Maybe it was the stress.

She walked down the hallway and entered the conference room, where a plump Asian woman in mint-green clothes was sitting at the table, sipping coffee and staring at a paper. She looks up,

---

THE GIRL

Magic thing

GOC MAGIC: Rituals

Foundation Magic: Imbue physical objects with spells; cannot cast on their own.

Dave Urey: Self-taught magician, uses popular verses (from poetry and sonnets) as well as ones he made himself in order to use magic; Type Blue. The reason the way his magic works is because magic is in every Type Blue's blood, and how they get taught is the only way to use it. So, if a person is self-taught, they can use whatever method they found helpful to harness it, thus the scraps of verse.

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Synopsis:

THE DEEP END.

When the Lament papers were released, which entail the various wrongs the Foundation has enacted, the world began to go sideways. Now, the organization is plagued with people extorting them with the threat of releasing more information. In order to quell the current and future informants, Modem, a factorum for O5-11, has hired Dave Urey, a self-taught magician, barely an adult, to fight these people. The only problem is that these informants are backed by other organizations, and enemy magicians will stop at nothing to destroy the Foundation.

THE FOUNDATION

The Lament Papers released. All hell broke loose. Now, informants and spies have infiltrated the organization. David Urey, however, is determined to stamp them out- all for a reasonable price, of course. However, these spies and informants are backed by a long-forgotten group, one who will stop at nothing to enact revenge. To put it simply, the Foundation is done.

THE GOC

The GOC are tense. They, of course, just found out that half of the surgical strikes against them were orchestrated by the Foundation. They want revenge. So when they find that the Foundation is weak, their forces overspread and tired, an alliance forms, with the GOC heading it. It's time to get the Queen off the board.

DAVID UREY

David Urey is a kid fresh out of college. He's a powerful Type Blue, one that has a chip on their shoulder. He's taught himself magic, and he uses verse to command it; he has an inexplicable talent to make impromptu poems. He's also dirt poor, so when he finds that the Foundation has spies- from a very helpful friend of his -well, he could offer up his services for a very expensive price.

THE SWORDS OF BALSTION

Balstion was an ancient city in now-Latin America. Now it's nothing more than a crater- courtesy of the Foundation. When the organization was first started- albiet by a different name- they were founded to destroy other cities. And using anomalies, they did just that. Now, the Swords of Balstion want revenge on the Administrator, and the Lament Papers gave them the perfect opportunity to do that. Magic will help their mission quite well.

THE ALLIANCE

The GOC, MC&D, Serpent's Hand, and the Chaos Insurgency have founded an alliance. A tenuous, likely to be broken soon alliance, but an alliance nonetheless. Their only mission is to destroy the Foundation- and they each want to assume the top spot. And while they keep up the pretense of being allies, each one is beginning to plot their own schemes to overthrow the other.

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TALES PLAN:

PHASE ONE:

Dave Urey is recruited into the Foundation. (one tale)

Coda is sent to make an alliance with other GOIs, and they make a plan. (one tale)

Troy Lament is caught in a raid, and after interrogating an enemy, he finds out about the Swords of Balstion. Also alludes to the Lament Papers, where his brother had been a whistleblower. (one tale)

Sophia Light is kidnapped by the Serpent's Hand, and is made an offer to join them. Her mission? Kill Tilda Moose. (one tale)
D.C. Al Fine has decided that the Alliance needs an extra push. She decides to bring back Kondraki and have him fight against the Foundation. (one tale)

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parawatch thing 2

Guy has friend. Friend knows about Foundation anomaly. Friend takes guy to anomaly where they see the Foundation (they don't notice them.) He talks about it. At the bottom of the post, there's an error message telling to refresh. Pressing the thing leads to an offset. Offset says [POST DELETED].

MillerUrey 2/6/2021 (Feb) 14:24:44 #82915746

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I have a crazy story. Holy shit I might explode if I don't tell someone.

A few hours ago this friend of mine called me up. We hadn't spoke in a few months, but I had always liked him, even if he was a little too serious sometimes. He told me about this thing he saw in the sewers, some kind of monster. Didn't get a good look, but he got this super blurry photo from it.

<img src="https://live.staticflickr.com/3816/10731915285_b0d24c7c3f_b.jpg" alt="Toronto: Coxwell Sanitary Trunk Sewer Bypass Tunnel"/>

You see that bright light there? That's the fucking thing he saw.

Anyway, I was pretty interested- and I'm not going to lie, I thought he was just fucking around for fun. But I got my camera equipment into my car and I started driving to where he was.

We met

Wow! You flipped a card and got: The needs of the many or the needs of the few!!! You ca reload the page or go to the next.
DATE: 18 Mar 2021 12:57

Seeking Greenlights: Yes

Page Type: SCP Article or Tale

Elevator Pitch: there is an asteroid hurtling towards earth. On said asteroid is a city. A group of people with the ability to save the earth and the asteroid arrive there

Central Narrative: the foundation always is looking into space. They spot an asteroid large enough to cause an extinction level event hurtling towards earth. To their surprise, they find a bustling city on the asteroid. Being anomalous, they attempt to cover it all up. They send a group to investigate with the though that if the asteroid changed course or barely missed, attention would be taken away from the asteroid. However, it's a one way trip if they do this.

**Hook/Attention-Grabber: we've had a few close calls before with asteroids. A city on one could prove interesting. **

Additional Notes:
Wow! You flipped a card and got: Konlulu~ (SCP-2434-NJSJ)!!! You ca reload the page or go to the next.
DATE: 18 Mar 2021 12:11

File deleted. Attempt recovery?

Item #: SCP-2434-NJSJ

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: Subject is to remain uncontained. No further investigation is to be conducted. No images of SCP-2434 are to be used in official documents (this applies even if the picture is heavily pixelated). No one is permitted to talk about SCP-2434, unless necessary. Failure to adhere to the aforementioned procedures will result in reassignment to D-class personnel.

Official report is to be deleted. An oversimplified version is to be archived instead.

Description: SCP-2434 is a woman of Japanese descent, around 160 cm tall, and of unknown age and weight. It is currently studying at a regular arts university in █████, Japan. It is also working as a Virtual Youtuber under the group, N██████, under the pseudonym [DATA REDACTED] (though there is a possibility that that is its true name).

SCP-2434 has displayed poor knowledge on the limitations of human beings, as seen by its confessions to possessing anomalous properties, thinking that they are within human limitations. Some of the known anomalous properties includes super strength (as seen by its 500 kg hat), heat resistance (as seen by its ability to consume lava), healing factor (as seen by its ability to regrow its eyeballs) and [DATA EXPUNGED].

During its streams (which are publicly viewable), SCP-2434 is seen to be very soft-spoken and speaks politely. It has displayed extraordinary patience and a high tolerance to horror. SCP-2434 also possesses a poor sense of rhythm, and has shown jealousy to others with good sense of rhythm. It can be noted that SCP-2434 suffers from arachnophobia, and has displayed destructive tendencies towards spiders.

SCP-2434 has some odd personality quirks. It will turn to stare into the camera and will address the viewer directly at times of duress or failure. Viewers and even colleagues have noted SCP-2434's strange behavior, and have joked about SCP-2434 being an "eldritch horror". SCP-2434 itself has also made reference to the joke on multiple occasions.

Addendum-2434-1: The non-blood related sister of SCP-2434 (SCP-2434-A) has released a stream detailing the origins of SCP-2434. At the time of writing, the stream has only about 3,500 views. SCP-2434-A has revealed that SCP-2434 is in fact a high demon, who came to the human realm and pretended to be a human so it can play games. Also, SCP-2434 is able detect one who is close to discovering its true identity, and can teleport behind the said individual and deliver a physical attack called "Konlulu Beam", which will cause a permanent loss of memory through death. In light of this information, the special containment measures were put in place to avoid detection by SCP-2434.

Addendum-2434-2: A tablet, dating back to Ancient Sumeria, has been found in a recent archaeological dig. The tablet depicts a "fairy-tale", or a "legend", of an entity, assumed to be SCP-2434 (because of their similarities in actions, behavior, and abilities). From it, 2 valuable information was obtained.

First, that only 1 instance of SCP-2434 can exist in the multiverse. More specifically, SCP-2434 is able to jump between universes, and that only 1 instance of it exists.

Second, there was a story about SCP-2434 when it was in another universe (speculated to be in a fantasy setting). It is unknown how the information was obtained. In that universe, SCP-2434 had joined a tournament to test its strength, during which it decided to rampage. It took 89 individuals, most of whom possesses anomalous properties, to barely take down SCP-2434. Among the individuals were vampires, high demons, knights, an alien, a world-class mage and the hero of that time.

This information serves as a warning about the future if we mess up while handling SCP-2434. -O5-█

Additional note 1: Due to the lack of information, the Foundation has decided to regard all sources regarding SCP-2434 as true, especially information from the people around SCP-2434. This includes publicly available videos on Youtube. The O5 Council has reviewed the report, and made the following statement:

No further investigation is to be conducted on SCP-2434-NJSJ. Got it? This SCP is capable of causing a HK-Class scenario¹, a Lifted Veil scenario² or both at the same time. Anyways, SCP-2434 is not currently plotting the destruction of the world, so let's not agitate her, OK? In fact, breaking this rule is immediate reassignment to D-class personnel.

To avoid detection, the identification SCP-2434 shall be used by another SCP. I want NO ONE to speak of SCP-2434-NJSJ ever again unless necessary. Still, all staff members are to have basic knowledge of SCP-2434-NJSJ, in the event that we activate Contingency-NJSJ.

Additional note 2: Contingency-NJSJ is the plan in the event that SCP-2434 decides to go berserk. The aim of Contingency-NJSJ is either the destruction of SCP-2434, or to "make SCP-2434 surrender" as it had in the previous universe. As SCP-2434 is regarded as a Black threat level³ SCP, collateral damage is acceptable while Contigency-NJSJ is in place.

The nuclear option is the first resort in taking down SCP-2434. This action is to be performed immediately without hesitation when the order is given. While it is known that SCP-2434 resides in Japan, the exact location of SCP-2434 is unknown. As such, a thorough nuclear attack is necessary. Also, because SCP-2434 is known to have a healing factor, and is also able to teleport, visual confirmation (through UAVs) of the destruction of SCP-2434 is necessary. If no confirmation is given, SCP-2434 is assumed to be alive. In the aftermath of the attack, SCP-2434 is to be blamed as the culprit.

Afterwards, a general alert of SCP-2434's appearance will be given out to the public. Once spotted, MTFs are allowed to use whatever SCP necessary to take down SCP-2434. All site directors are to send reports to Site 1 twice a day to confirm that SCP-2434 has not attacked any Foundation facilities.

If Contingency-NJSJ fails, HK-Class scenario occurs and earth declared effectively lost.

All further information is to be redacted in the oversimplified report

Addendum-2434-3: Discovery of SCP-2434-NJSJ: On ██ December 2020, the Foundation received an anonymous tip-off regarding a possible SCP in Japan. Despite the Foundation's best efforts, the source could not be traced. Agent K, Agent O and Agent J was sent to investigate the possible SCP. On ██ January 2021, they submitted this report (labelled SCP-2434). The following note was attached.

K's idea to investigate further was a huge mistake.
Our lives are now at stake.
No amount of amnesiacs can make us forget the horror we felt. We are
lucky enough to be alive now. Awake or asleep, we get this
unsettling feeling that she is watching us. The amount of times we
looked back because we heard her footsteps…
Unless we go into hiding now, we will never be safe.

The 3 agents subsequently went missing. Their last known location was Japan, where they then went off the radar.

Incident-2434-1: On ██ January 2021, an untraceable email was sent to Site-19. Inside the email was a set of coordinates, pointing to an abandoned mountain village in Japan. When agents were sent to investigate, the bodies of Agent K, Agent O and Agent J was found. Agent K was disemboweled, presumably by a bloodstained hoe (formerly used for rituals in the village) that was found nearby. Agent O was found nearby, with a kitchen knife lodged in his head. Agent J was found in a phone box about 100m away where he died of blood loss after clawing his throat out. Following a note found on the table written by Agent K, luminol was used on the entire village. The word "Konlulu" written in Japanese could be found written in blood throughout the village. As the act could not have been done by the agents, SCP-2434 is considered to be the culprit. Furthermore, an investigation showed that a total of 800 rounds were used by the agents. A more thorough investigation revealed that after Agent K, Agent O and Agent J went off the radar, they managed to acquire a large amount of firearms from a supplier and then hid at the village. According to locals nearby, no one else was seen entering the village other than the agents.

Following this incident, the O5 Council decided that the report on SCP-2434 indeed was true. All further investigations into SCP-2434 were prohibited and the original report was to be deleted. As Foundation staff still needed to know what to do when Contingency-NJSJ is activated, a oversimplified version of the report was created, and uploaded onto Mangad█x.org⁴.

Incident-2434-2: On ██ February 2021, the site Mangad█x.org underwent a DDOS attack. Further hacking attempts on ██ March 2021 resulted in the oversimplified report being uploaded on 1 April 2021 (April Fools Day), where many Foundation staff treated the report merely as a joke. It is unconfirmed if SCP-2434 is behind the attacks, though it is highly suspected. Foundation staff members were ordered to strengthen the security of the website against SCP-2434 via digital visual amnesiacs. Staff of the site who are not Foundation personnel are to be told that they are simply improving the website (with no specifics given). The excuse of "v5" or "server upgrades" are to be used.

Incident-2434-3: The oversimplified report was discovered and hacked into by SCP-2434. The cause is likely to be the picture of SCP-2434 (even though it is heavily pixelated).

Who decided it would be a good idea to put Dr. Bright in charge of it?! -O5-█

At least she didn't get angry! -Dr. Bright

Wow! You flipped a card and got: portableCalamity's Dr Seuss SCP!!! You ca reload the page or go to the next.
DATE: 18 Mar 2021 11:58

CAPTION-GOES-HERE

Item #: SCP-nnnn

Object Class: Keter (Thaumiel?)

Disruption Class: Dark

Threat Level: White

Special Containment Procedures: Special Containment Procedures: SCP nnnn is to be kept in a 40 x 40 x20cm passcode safe. The passcode is to be changed bi-daily and will only be given to those with Level 3 clearance. Scp-nnnn’s safe may be opened up to conduct tests with scp-nnnn-1 instances.
All instances of SCP-nnnn-1 are to be contained in 5mx5mx2.5m cells, and are allowed to leave cells for nutrition and human contact. SCP-nnnn-1 are free to enter each other’s cells at any time in the instance they wish to discuss SCP-nnnn. Upon request, SCP-nnnn-1 are allowed to have what they need to maintain mental health, this does not include SCP-nnnn itself. (See addendum 1-2-A)

Quoting and/or paraphrasing the contents inside SCP-nnnn is restriced. (See addendum 1)

SCP-nnnn’s safe has been moved to a collector’s book store, Time █████████ Rationers 400 kilometers away from Site-43. And is available to all personnel managing the book store front or with a level-3 security clearance. At least two or more personnel must be instances of SCP-nnnn-1.

Personnel are forbidden from examining its contents beyond the front and back cover, unless already an instance of SCP-nnnn-1, or has special clearance to become an instance of SCP-nnnn-1. (See Addendum 38-A)

Instances of SCP-nnnn-1 who ask of SCP-nnnn’s whereabouts or request to read it are required by personnel to allow SCP-nnnn-1 to read SCP-nnnn at their leisure. Afterwards, instances of SCP-nnnn-1(excluding personnel) are to be administered Class-A Class B Class H (See Addendum 2-3) Class E amnestics.

Upon the completion of Class C mobile amnestic clinics, one is to be deployed to the store front immediately for use on non-staffed instances of SCP-nnnn-1.

If any copies of SCP-nnnn are discovered, they are to be stored in a separate 40 x 40 x 20cm safe and transported to the store front. Any additional copies may all be stored in the same safe once delivered. The safe will be replaced if copies ever exceed the safe volume.

Description: SCP-nnnn is a hard cover children’s book measuring dimensions of about 28 x 21 x 0.6 cm.

The book cover is titled “A Gender in my Pender”, authored by the stage name of Theodor Seuss Geisel: “Dr. Seuss." The cover contains a young child character with an anthropomorphic non-binary gender symbol standing in their bag. The bag is drawn to look fuzzy and resemble a satchel. The strap of the bag splits halfway up the child’s torso into two straps that sit on their shoulders like a backpack.

The back cover appropriately contains a single label in the center with the text “BRIGHT and EARLY Books for BEGINNING Beginners”, with The Dr. Seuss Cat in the Hat holding the label up like a sign. The only notable difference from this label and the label of official Dr. Seuss publications is that the “K” in “Books” looks of equal size to the “o” or “s” neighboring it. This has led many staff to speculate the book is likely an imitation and not an authentic Dr. Seuss creation. This still does not confirm whether or not there are multiple copies of SPC-nnnn.

The following is a transcript of SCP-nnnn’s pages:
[Data Expunged] (See addendum 1-AB)
(See below for non-anomalous summary, written by Richard Abbot)

“So, from what I do gather, Gender in My Pender is a book about the importance of gender expression and acceptance, topped with that Dr. Seuss layer of nonsensicality. Through its fun rhymes and shenanigans, it expresses why we should just be okay with non-binary genders and stuff like that, and makes them out to be much simpler than we think. The book has pictures of the main character on the cover meeting all the different genders and learning about their “penders” as he goes along. The genders are drawn as fuzzy anthropomorphic gender symbols, and each one lives an identical looking “pender” like the one on the cover. Inside each “pender” is a different color, which I believe is supposed to correlate to difference on the inside, which is what the whole gender expression thing is probably. I’d know if I’d read it, probably.”
~Richard Butt

Also within the book, confirmed by multiple instances of SCP-nnnn-1: is a [Redacted] publication date (04/███/1977), [Redacted] ([Redacted]), and a front page saying “Dedicated to Lok” though there is no other data present aside from the book’s contents.

The year of publication presents further circumstantial evidence that the book’s author is false, though [Redacted] publication implies there are more copies of SCP-nnnn to be found.

When a person observes inside the covers of SCP-nnnn at any time, nothing can stop them from reading the book front-to-end for the duration of their reading session (See addendum 1-2-A).

This duration varies depending on reading ability, but it has never exceeded approximately 16 minutes. Subjects who’d been confirmed to be bad at reading English were able to learn the words and complete the book around the 16-minute mark. Once a person has read SPC-nnnn, they will demonstrate a sense of nostalgia upon the book’s mentioning, and will acquire the habit of addressing any strangers as “they” in the third person until their true pronoun is implied or spoken.

People who’ve read SCP-nnnn tend to show more moderate levels of sympathy and/or empathy if they hadn’t before, also becoming advocators of gender rights and/or expression. Several readers of SCP-nnnn even came out as transgender up to 20 days after reading SCP-nnnn.

Anyone who reads SCP-nnnn’s contents will become an instance of SPC-nnnn-1.

Anyone who has seen a transcript or summary of SCP-nnnn written by an instance of SCP-nnnn-1 undergoes a very similar phenomenon, and are designated SCP-nnnn-2.

Any instances of SCP-nnnn-1 will inevitably read SCP-nnnn again (or for SCP-nnnn-2 instances, the first time. In which afterwards become SCP-nnnn-1 instances) regardless of procedures or precautions taken to stop them. (See addendum 1-2) The difference between these designations is that SCP-nnnn-2 instances have yet to read SCP-nnnn and thus may produce a non-anomalous summary.

All instances of SCP-nnnn-1 have shown an inability to be terminated (See addendum 1-2), unless through old age. (See addendum 38-A) While all SCP-nnnn-1 are immune to unnatural death, they are not immune to tragedy. Statistically however, they tend to be out of harm's way more than an entity that has not read SCP-nnnn.

Rare instances of SCP-nnnn-1 have noted incorrect information among the store front, such as the store front’s world map, and information in non-fiction later confirmed to be correct. Upon further inquiry, it has been discovered that SCP-nnnn’s allure stretches across multiple realities. Based on this information, it is theorized that if SCP-nnnn were to be destroyed, all instances of SCP-nnnn-1 and SCP-nnnn-2 will eventually hop realities in order for the book to be read once again. If this is true, it would also prove there is only one copy. (See Interviews 13-124; 2-23 and 16-131;)

Addendum:
Addendum 1-A:
Incident Report:
D-Class personnel and instance of SCP-nnnn-1 Lars Cheng was requested to quote the contents of the entire book on paper.
Dr. Ellis Elv and Dr. Preston Alwar, upon reading this transcript, began demonstrating an appreciation for the writing and theme of the book, they now have a desire to “definitely” read the book for themselves “sometime”, though at their leisure. They have been designated as SCP-nnnn-2.
Testing will be run in order to determine if any distillation of the book’s contents can be deemed safe to read.

Addendum 1-Ab:
Cheng was asked to summarize the book’s content in a later test, rather than copy it word for word.
When given to D-Class personnel Richard Abbot to read, he would later bring it up with a nostalgic tone. He stated he would “love to see the full book for real some day.”
Prior to reading the summary, Abbot showed particular distaste towards the book, even claiming it was “terrible something like that would be made for children.”
Abbot is also now another instance of SCP-nnnn-2.

Addendum 1-Ac:
Abbot was requested to summarize Cheng’s paraphrase. After having six D-Class personnel read over the summary, only one of them demonstrated any sense of interest, although when asked if they cared whether they’d ever read it or not, they replied with a no.
This level of information distillation has been proved non-anomalous and is safe to read.

Addendum 1-2:
Incident log: During the containment breach on 05/██/20██ at Site-81, 67 personnel were killed and 14 injured. All subjects and staff who were instances of SCP-nnnn-1 survived, either injured or unharmed despite the overall damage. Additionally, two unrecorded instances of SCP-nnnn-1 and SCP-nnnn-2 (now designated SCP-nnnn-1-34 and SCP-nnnn-2-35) were able to enter Site-119 amidst the breach. Data retrieved contains security footage of one of SCP-nnnn-1-34 acquiring SCP-nnnn and soon after taking refuge to an empty cell, where the other had hid for their own safety. The two read the book together during the breach in a cell, and both emitted sighs of relief, appearing moderately destressed. After finishing, the two waited and became anxious again, but did not bother to open SCP-nnnn again to re-achieve this destress.

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Wow! You flipped a card and got: Rowan_Oathsworn!!! You ca reload the page or go to the next.
DATE: 18 Mar 2021 09:23

PEOPLE TO THANK IN AUTHOR POST:
CONCEPT GREENLIGHTS: Sirslash47 and Limeyy
DRAFT CRITS: tawnyowljones, DodoDevil, GerrymanderBassist, DrMagnus, Agisuru, Sound Chaser, and any others I forgot ^^'

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Canterbury, Pennsylvania.

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Special Containment Procedures: Personnel are not allowed within five hundred meters of the designated boundary in case of an unregistered expansion of SCP-XXXX. The perimeter of SCP-XXXX is to be guarded by both security patrols and surveillance systems at all times. Digital and printed maps of SCP-XXXX’s boundaries are to be provided to each patrol and updated daily. Transport into SCP-XXXX is to be accomplished with remotely controlled logistics vehicles.

All SCP-XXXX-1 instances are to be contained within the anomalous zone. All existing instances of SCP-XXXX-1 are to be implanted with a micro-tracking device and newly formed instances should receive such a tracker as soon as possible. Damaged or inactive trackers are to be reported and replaced at the earliest convenience to minimize the chances of instances leaving SCP-XXXX’s perimeter. Psychology Department staff are to monitor SCP-XXXX-1 instances for signs of mental and mood disorder following their creation.

Under no circumstance should other anomalies (in particular ones of mammalian appearance or origin) be allowed within 50 km of SCP-XXXX. Unregistered experimentation with or admittance of anomalies within SCP-XXXX has the potential to cause a LK-Class Scenario. SCP-XXXX has therefore been subjected to an additional risk analysis and Level 4 Clearance is necessary to access any of the shared files in possession of the Foundation on this subject.


Description: SCP-XXXX is a circular area of land located in and around Canterbury, Pennsylvania. It is approximately thirteen kilometers in diameter as of 21-02-2021.

Subjects (hereafter referred to as SCP-XXXX-1) exposed to SCP-XXXX’s anomalous effect undergo rapid cellular division.⁵ This process results in a complete duplication of the subject: skin tissue, blood vessels, nerves, organs and other organic features are regrown at rates in excess of its nominal biological functions. The head splits first in nearly all of recorded humanoid cases, bifurcating and regrowing until the subject sports two separate heads on its shoulders. The heads appear to be fully functional and sentient at this time.

Both instances report experiencing a tickling sensation along the areas of its body in the process of undergoing the rapid mitosis. In some recorded cases, both heads will fall unconscious at this time as the singular heart is unable to distribute enough blood to each separate brain. Once the heart and lungs have undergone the anomalous effect, those subjects that have fainted regain consciousness within seconds as blood flow is restored. After the newly grown extremities of the subject have fully formed, the split will separate the two interconnected physiques, separating the subject into two duplicates.

The entire process of division is recorded to take between five to thirty seconds, dependent on the mass of the individual affected by SCP-XXXX. The creation of new SCP-XXXX-1 instances have been directly linked to the intermittent expansions of SCP-XXXX.

SCP-XXXX-1 instances are immune to further duplication, providing both instances are alive and within the perimeter of the anomaly. Should either instance of the same subject pass away or leave SCP-XXXX, the remaining instance will once again be affected by the anomaly. There is currently no means to revert the process caused by SCP-XXXX.

Addenda

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Addendum 1
The following contains the personal notes of Dr. Emily Masters, Director of Site-XXXX-A, for 03-04-2020.

+ Addendum 1: Personal Notes #1

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Addendum 2
This is a transcript of the video recording of Incident-7. The recording depicts the view of a stationary standard-issue video camera meant to document the proceedings of Experiment-XXXX-105.

+ Addendum 2: Incident-7

VIDEO LOG – SCP-XXXX INCIDENT-7

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DATE: 23-04-2020

NOTE:

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[BEGIN LOG]

Video feed activates. Senior Researcher Dr. Mauritz appears in view, having started the recording. Dr. Mauritz looks away from the camera, speaking inaudibly to Dr. Masters and two security officers before returning.

Dr. Mauritz: “This is Dr. Mauritz, verifying the video feed for SCP-XXXX Experiment-105 is operational.”

Dr. Mauritz steps back, speaking inaudibly to Dr. Masters. An extendable, metal tube with a full-range spectrometer connected to one end is visible between the security staff. Dr. Mauritz voice returns when he turns back to face the camera.

Dr. Mauritz: “We’ll get it done, Director. Time of experiment is ten past twelve."

Dr. Mauritz is seen repositioning the camera three separate time to get a clearer view of the Experiment.

Dr. Masters: “The device is ready whenever you are, doctor…”

Once joined by Dr. Mauritz, Dr. Masters is seen turning on the spectrometer. The five lights running along the spectrometer's case light up, flash three times, then turn bright red and emitting a monotone, continuous warning beep. Both security officers stiffen visibly and share a glance.

Dr. Masters: “What is wrong with this bloody…?”

Dr. Masters is seen working on the spectrometer, while Dr. Mauritz checks the connecting wires. The security officer steps forward, voice inaudible as he points on his map. Dr. Masters is seen shaking her head and repeating the same inaudible sentence over and over again. This causes the officer to become more agitated.

Security Officer: “You said that the border would not expand! Ma’am, the equipment is…”

Dr. Masters holds up her hand to silence the member of staff as she turns off the device, before reactivating it a moment later. The spectrometer completes its start-up procedures. The warning beep becomes audible once more. Dr. Masters is seen shaking her head, agitated.

Dr. Masters: “It’s fine. It’s… fine.”

Both security officers are seen backing away from the researchers, indicating away from the experiment’s set-up. Dr. Mauritz is seen attempting to disconnect the wires from the spectrometer even as the Director is seen attempting to restart the device a second time. Both show signs of distress.

Dr. Mauritz: “We need to go! Emily! Leave the device, we can always pick it up la-”

Dr. Masters: “No, no, it’s fine, it’s fine! There’s just a loose contact somewh-”

Dr. Masters is seen suddenly doubling over and yelling, dropping the device. The camera captures the moment that Dr. Masters head begins to split, starting at the crown of her head and moving down her body as she comes under the effect of SCP-XXXX. Both mouths open and close repeatedly as she tries to speak, eyes wide in panic before managing to find the air to vocalize it.

Both instances of Dr. Masters: “NO!”

Dr. Masters remains conscious throughout the entire process, which takes 16 (sixteen) seconds in total. Both instances of SCP-XXXX-1 collapse upon completion, scrambling away in a panic, vocalizing loudly. Dr. Mauritz orders the security staff forwards.

Dr. Mauritz: “Get over here! Now! We need to bring them back to base.”

//One officer grabs instance Emily Masters-1, even as the other grabs instance Emily Masters-2. They retreat out of the scene. Dr. Mauritz picks up the fallen spectrometer and runs after them.

Dr. Mauritz: “Dammit. Dammit, dammit, dammit…”

The camera keeps recording for an additional three hours and forty-six minutes before shutting down. It was recovered five hours later by two instances of SCP-XXXX-1 after the Foundation had requested its retrieval and returned the day after.

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[END LOG]

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Addendum 3
The following interview takes place inside Site-XXXX-A approximately 48 hours after Incident-7.

+ Addendum 3: Interview-196

INTERVIEW-198

Interviewed: [SCP-XXXX-1 Instances of Dr. Masters]

Interviewer: [Dr. Mauritz, Foundation senior research staff]

Foreword: [Dr. Mauritz enters the room. Both SCP-XXXX-1 instances of Director Masters (hereafter referred to with their given denominators Masters-1 and Masters-2) are already seated in separate glass enclosures.]

<Begin Log, [15:33]>

Dr. Mauritz: (sits down at interview table) This is Dr. Mauritz, beginning the interview. Could both interviewees identify themselves?

At this point, both instances Master-1 and Master-2 begin speaking at once.

Both instances: My name is Dr. Emily Masters, and… Will you please stop repeating my every word? You might look like me, but you damn well…

Dr. Mauritz: Please, Dr. Masters’: do not make me call in security.

Silence.

Both instances: This is not neces…

Dr. Mauritz: Please identify yourself with your given designation or I will have to dismiss this interview until a later date.

Both instances: Oliver, I…

Dr. Mauritz is seen indicating the emergency button on the desk.

Dr. Mauritz: No more insolence. Designations. Now.

Masters-2: … I am Dr. Emily Masters, designated as Masters-2.

Masters-1: … I am Dr. Emily Masters, designated as Masters-1.

Dr. Mauritz visibly relaxes and removes his hand from the button’s proximity.

Dr. Mauritz: Thank you.

Neither instance of SCP-XXXX-1 replies.

Dr. Mauritz: Look, Director… You have no idea what kind of pressure I’ve been under. Security has been riding my ass for this whole mess… We have to do this by the book. (Pauses) I mean, a Site Director, getting affected by the SCP she has been studying is one thing, but the request you’ve made…

Both instances: Did they reply?

Silence.

Both instances: Oliver. Did they…

Dr. Mauritz: Ma’am, please… One at a time. You’ve seen the preliminary interviews with the other subjects; you know how difficult it is to interview two identical minds.
Both instances glance at one another.

Masters-1: (Pause) I am fully aware of the consequences of the… incident, Oliver.

Dr. Mauritz: Dr. Mauritz, please. Let us keep this formal.

Masters-2: Alright, Dr. Mauritz. I suspect that both my… Masters-1 and I have made the same appeal to the O5-Council?

Dr. Mauritz: (Sighs) Yes. Yes, you have. I forwarded them myself. It… it was like receiving two identical copies of the same bloody essay.

Masters-1: Well, that was to be expected.

Dr. Mauritz: (Sighs) I guess it was. (Pause) Emily, I…

Masters-1: Dr. Masters, please.

Masters-2: Like you said, let’s keep it by the book.

Dr. Mauritz: (Pause) Yes. Of course. Director, I took a great risk forwarding that email to the Council. If Rebecca finds out…

Both instances: She won’t.

Dr. Mauritz: …if she finds out, she’ll have my head. You’re not the only one with some pull on the Council. There are those who would contain this threat with whatever means necessary. It was a clear violation of Foundation protocol to allow your communiques through me. (Pause) Officer Haywood and all of Security solely see threats. It is their job. And now you are a threat. Both of you. You are no longer a human being in their eyes; merely a potential foe yet to reveal its true intent. You put the entire operation at risk, ma’am. All of us present could have ended up in two separate cells.

Masters-2: But you haven’t been affected. None of the others have.

Dr. Mauritz: (Sighs) No, we haven’t, but that’s not the point! You took a risk, doctor. A grave risk.

Masters-1: The Foundation is built on risks, Dr. Mauritz. Taking risks is the only sure way of getting rewards.

Dr. Mauritz: Not stupid risks like that. Why not send in one of the drones? Why did you have to be there yourself?

Masters-2: (Pause) The spectrometer is…

Masters-1: (Pause) The reliability of…

Dr. Mauritz: (Interrupts) It was not your concern. We have qualified technical staff that know how to properly operate such a device as well as you, if not better. (rubs his temple) You knew the zone was random expansions.⁶ You knew that there was a risk that the boundary had moved. And yet, you refused my advice. You refused that of Security. You always try to live by your own rules. (leans forward, voice rising) And look where that has brought you now! If it was up to Rebecca and her clique, you’d both have been executed as a potential security threat or turned into goddamn D-Class! Is that what you want, Em?! Huh?! Is that what you want, dammit?!

Dr. Mauritz takes a deep breath, calming down visibly. He sits down once more. Neither instance replies.

Dr. Mauritz: (Pause) Is it?

Both instances: (Pause) … Are you done?

Dr. Mauritz: (Pauses, then laughs harshly) Yes. Yes, I think I am.

Masters-1: Then, did the Council approve our request?

Dr. Mauritz: (Pause) Yes, they did. Luckily for you, the majority of the Council seem to see the same possibilities in this anomaly’s effects as you do and wish to expand on your capabilities to research it.

Both instances of Dr. Masters grin broadly at this remark.

Dr. Mauritz: But… they have added some additional clauses. Any expansions of SCP-XXXX are to be catalogued and daily reports send directly to the Council. All requisitions for additional manpower and equipment are to go through me first. Neither of you will be allowed to leave the phenomenon’s zone without their permission. And, finally, you will have to work together. They denied both of your requests to receive overall Directorship of the Site, yet have not revoked either of your authority.

Masters-2: That… was to be expected. I… (glances at the other instance) we anticipated this would happen, I presume.

Masters-1: (Nods) We did.

Dr. Mauritz: (Sighs) You are so like your mother… Never one to listen to the rules, only ever interested in getting results, and always seeming to get away with it when push comes to shove. (Pause) It will all catch up with you, in the end. You know it. She did as well.

Silence.

Dr. Mauritz: I will sent your approval to these proposed changes to the Council. (pauses) There is no other option, and you both realize that just as much as I do. The Council seems to have put some measure of faith in you, Directors, but trust me when I say that they will have procedures in place to take over in case anything out of protocol happens. There will be no more second chances. Any leeway you had with the Council is gone.

Both instances nod solemnly.

Dr. Mauritz: The assembly of Site-B will begin by the end of this week. You are both to be relocated into Canterbury this evening; they’re already expecting your arrival. (Pause) Please be careful. Both of you. We might not yet know enough about this anomaly, but…

Both instances: We know, uncle. We will be careful. You know me; what can possibly go wrong?

<End Log>

Closing Statement: [Both SCP-XXXX-1 instances of Dr. Masters entered SCP-XXXX the same day at 17:55. Construction of Site-B began 28-04-2020] 

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Addendum 4
This audio recording was made in the conference room of Site-XXXX-B on 12-06-2020. The participants of the conversation include instances Masters-1 and Masters-2.

+ Addendum 4: Conversation-337-06

<Begin Recording, [12:32]>

Masters-2: You wanted a…

The recording registers the sound of flat objects being slapped down on what is assumed to be the conference room table.

Masters-2: (pause) Where did you…?

Masters-1: Stay away from my research.

Masters-2: Your research? You’ve barely gotten anything-!

Masters-1: How can I, when you’re hogging all of the spectrometric reports and-!

Masters-2: Says the woman unwilling to share the Incident-4 autopsy reports. I just borrowed them to-

Masters-1: Oh, for the love of… Is this some childish form of payback? My team is not yet finished with these reports. If you had even an ounce of patience and reason in your body…

Masters-2: … said the pot to the kettle…

Masters-1: … you would know that compiling this database takes time.

Masters-2: As does spectrometric analysis. Wait your turn.

Masters-1: (sighs) Just make photocopies of the re-

Masters-2: Oh, so now you are suddenly okay with sharing the printer?

Masters-1: Not this again… I-

Masters-2: It might be on your end of the labs, but my team has more need of-

Masters-1: That is just absolute bull – you are free to use the printing room at any point to-

Masters-2: Says the woman with the keys to the printing room.

Masters-1: I did offer to give you a copy-

Masters-2: Ah yes. A ‘copy’. You were quite smug about that, if I-

Masters-1: That’s not true!

Silence.

Both: You’re trying to get me fired.

Masters-2: (sighs) Dammit, I should have seen this coming from yo-

Masters-1: From me?! You are the one actively undermining our work wi-

Masters-2: That is just… What is your next step? Sabotaging the-

Masters-1: (simultaneously) What is your next move? Try to put all the blame for your failed experiments on-

Both: Just shut up!
Silence

Both: This meeting is over.

<End Recording>

Note: following this meeting, Dr. Mauritz was send six separate emails by both instances of Dr. Masters over the course of a week, each reporting the other for lack of discipline, misconduct during experiments, unwillingness to share important information, and petty theft. Both instances were reprimanded for their ‘juvenile’ conduct by Dr. Mauritz and threatened with demotion should this behavior continue. There were no more noted allegations from either instance to Dr. Mauritz after that, although the communiques they mailed to one another remained filled with barely concealed accusations and minor threats.

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Addendum 5
The following contains the personal notes of SCP-XXXX-1 instances Emily Masters-1 and instance Emily Masters-2, Directors of SCP-XXXX-B, for 16-07-2020. Although the documents were near identical in appearance and layout, Foundation staff have determined that both were written separate from one another and neither document was tampered with.

+ Addendum 5: Personal Notes #2

God, do I loathe her. Every day I dread my meetings with her, the other me. She is such a bitch – unable to handle critique, disregarding my requests, openly stealing my work… We clash over everything, be it the color of the ink utilized in our reports or the specific designations given to each test file. It doesn’t matter – she is always there, always voicing her opinion, always getting in my way. Even when we are in agreement about something, she always finds a way to turn it around on me, to blame me for some barely perceived slight. We’ve nearly come to blows more times than I can imagine – if it weren’t for the fact that we might both lose our positions…

I feel like I am losing my mind.

I know. I know this sounds insane. Whichever member of the administrative staff reads and archives these notes, they’ll probably think I’ve gone mad. It definitely feels that way. I know she is me. I know she and I are the same person. And that just makes it worse. It’s like staring in a mirror and seeing all my imperfections reflected back at me twice fold. We have both refused to alter our appearance to distinguish ourselves from one another like the other staff assigned to Site-B have: it would mean surrendering to the fact that I am no longer the only Emily Masters. It would mean surrendering a part of myself. I cannot do that. It doesn’t feel… right. She looks like me, she acts like me, she talks like me… But what if she is not me? What if she is some… cleverly disguised imposter? What if I am the imposter, and I just don’t realize it? We know so little about this anomaly: anything is possible. Nothing is too improbable…

God, I am losing it. I feel like I have to look over my shoulder every second of every single day, to make sure she won’t stab me in the back. I know she would try if she got the chance, because I would do the very same thing to her. I have been keeping a close eye on her, even though she has claimed the laboratory on the other side of the Site as her domain.

So far, the only difference I have managed to discern between us is the fact that she has started to drink more coffee than I. This is presumably because the kettle we use for tea is on this side of the building, and since she despises me as much as I despise her, she is unwilling to get close to me, unless it is for our mandatory two-hour meetings. Come to think of it, the reason I have nearly stopped drinking coffee is because the espresso machine moved to her side of the building…

How screwed up am I, that the person I dislike the absolute most, is myself?

Note: the only quantifiable difference between either document was the mentioning of their drinking habits: instance Masters-1 mentioned drinking more coffee, whereas instance Masters-2 instead noted drinking more tea, believed to be caused by the relocation of both corresponding breakroom appliances.

Note: Dr. Mauritz, following reports from other researchers assigned to Site-XXXX-B on the workplace ethics of both Masters-1 and Masters-2, requested both instances of the Site Director to personally oversee a new selection of investigative interviews with existing instances of SCP-XXXX-1 within Canterbury. Both instances, albeit hesitant at first, complied to the request.

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Addendum 6
The following interview took place in Site-XXXX-B on 25-08-2020.

+ Addendum 6: Interview-227

INTERVIEW-227

Interviewed: [SCP-XXXX-1 Instances of Vera Sherman]

Interviewer: [SCP-XXXX-1 Instances of Dr. Masters]

Foreword: [Both SCP-XXXX-1 instances of Site Director Masters enter the interview room, followed by instance Sherman-1 and Sherman-2.]

<Begin Log, [10:05]>

Masters-1: ((after everyone is seated) Dr. Masters-1, lead interviewer, beginning interview-227. Could both interviewees please identify themselves?

Sherman-1: I am Vera Sherman, or Sherman-1, as I have been designated.

Sherman-2: And I am Vera Sherman – Sherman-2.

Masters-1: (Pause as Masters-2 makes notes) Alright. We will be going over some basic information first. You are both instances of subject Vera Sherman, female, forty-three years of age, a single mother of two, previously a teacher at the local primary school and currently volunteering at the soup kitchen, correct?

Both Sherman instances: That is correct, yes.

Masters-1: Thank you. In the previous interviews you have both had with Agent Moore-1 and Moore-2, you spoke about the current living conditions within the anomaly. That you ‘managed to get through it together’. Would you care to elaborate on that?

Sherman-2: Of course. (glances at Sherman-1) We know it has been a… (pause) tough few months. We all have our own dark memories of that first night and for some that is more difficult to live with that others. More than a few of my neighbors have seen – or done – horrible things. The psychologists of your organization tell us it was just human nature. They tell us that it was only natural for us to have reacted the way we did, to have done the things that we did in our panic. I (pause) I’m not too sure. If it wasn’t for Bob…

Masters-2: You mean Sheriff Browley?

Sherman-1: Yes, Bob Browley. Or, well, you would probably refer to him as Browley-1 and Browley-2, wouldn’t you? It was the two of him that called in the authorities, the first to respond and begin breaking up the fights. They singlehandedly stopped most of the conflicts from escalating. Still, as you probably well know, it was not enough.

Sherman-2: I remember the two of him sitting on the sidewalk opposite the townhall after your Foundation showed up. Just… weeping. I had never seen that man cry before, Dr. Masters. Somehow, the image of the Bob Browleys crying is what really stuck with me from that night…

Silence

Masters-1: (clears throat) The events of Incident-1 have been well-documented. My main query rests on the period following that. You and many others affected by the phenomenon have consistently scored remarkably high on the SHS tests⁷ compared to what would be expected in your current situation.

Sherman-1: You mean being quarantined within your own hometown with your own duplicate?
Masters-1: I… (pause) Yes

Sherman-2: And how we can stand being in the same room as one another? (nods at Sherman-1)

Masters-1: … Yes.

Sherman-1: I… (pause) I don’t know what to tell you. At first, I was… terrified. Of her. Of the duplicates of my children. Of what this meant. My entire life was torn apart right in front of me. The loss of identity, the fact that she knew everything I had ever done, the good and the bad, and vice versa…

Sherman-2: At the time, all I saw were my own deficiencies, all my mistakes reflected right there before me. It is horrifying to be forced to face yourself, Dr. Masters, seeing your true self, as you probably know as well. I don’t know what I would have done if it hadn’t been for the fact that Bob- Browley-1 suggested I just… talk to myself.

Masters-2: Talk?

Sherman-2: Yeah, just… (pause) talk. So, I did. And do you know what I discovered? That she was just as afraid for her own life and her sanity, as well as that of her kids. She loved her job, just as I did, she loved her kids, just as I did, she hates lasagna, just as I do… (Sherman-1 chuckles)

Sherman-1: After that, well… How could I continue to loathe her? We were the same person, in the same boat. Our conversations led us to learn more about ourselves and allowed us to put some of our past… mental baggage on the shelf.

Sherman-2: We learned how to look past the fact that we were the same and instead focused on continuing our lives. Supporting each other through raising our kids.

Sherman-1: To be honest, I couldn’t wish for a better friend, as strange as that sounds.

(Silence as the interviewers share a look)

Masters-1: Still, you have taken steps to differentiate from one another – you are both noted of sporting specific colors in your outfits and, looking at the two of you right now, you have even gone so far as dyeing your hair in different shades.

Sherman-1: (Both instances laugh) Why, of course – not even our sons could keep us apart otherwise!

Sherman-2: Nor our daughters! Our appearance means little, in the long run. We’re still the same person: it was just easier for the rest of the world if we were to take on a distinct look.

(Silence)

Masters-1: Thank you for your candid answers. That will be all for today.

<End Log>

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Addendum 7
The following audio recording was made in the recreation room of Site-XXXX-B on 02-09-2020. The participants of the conversation include instances Masters-1 and Masters-2.

+ Addendum 7: Conversation 433-09

<Begin Recording, [13:02]>

Masters-1: Oh, errrr… Wait, I’ll leav-

Masters-2: No, wait…

Silence.

Masters-1: … Yes?

Masters-2: We need to talk.

Masters-1: Oh for the love of… (sighs) Look, I don’t know what you think I have done this time, but I…

Masters-2: I’m not here to accuse you of anything, okay?

Masters-1: … Then why are you here? I thought we agreed on these lunchtimes so we wouldn’t have to run into each other.

Masters-2: It did, it does, but… Look, we cannot go on like this. Ignoring our problems isn’t working. I know how much you despised me – believe be, I felt the same way about you. But after running all these interviews, listening to the stories of the instances…

Masters-1: … you thought about how immature you had acted, seeing as these people have gone through a lot worse compared to our juvenile fights?

Silence.

Masters-2: Did you…

Masters-1: Yeah, yeah, I… felt much the same way. (chuckles) Seems like you’re the bigger me for actually stepping up and saying it.

Masters-2: (snorts in amusement) I doubt that…

Silence.

Masters-1: So, what now? This is not magically going to make us ‘friends’.

Masters-2: Of course not. Knowing myself, well… neither of us trusts the other, still…

Masters-1: True that.

Masters-2: … but seeing as we’re actually having this conversation right now, that’s at least a good sign that we – maybe – can learn how to work together? Honestly, I thought you were going to bite my head off again with…

Masters-1: You really think so little of yourself?

Masters-2: (sighs) I mean… maybe?

Masters-1: Trust me, I had half-a-mind for doing that, but…

Masters-2: But what?

Masters-1: I’m kind of fed up with constantly being angry at you, at myself.

Masters-2: (sighs) Tell me about it… So, truce?

Masters-1: Truce.

Silence.

Masters-1: I’m not going to stop calling you ‘Two’, though. (chuckles)

Masters-2: I hadn’t expected anything less from me, ‘One’. (chuckles) Even my researchers have started calling me that, now. ‘Director Two’. It’s… kind of grown on me.

Masters-1: I’m glad. Even so, it was a… shitty thing to start calling you. Degrading.

Masters-2: Yeah, it was. (pause) But, hey – I know how much of a bitch I can be, so I’ll forgive you. This time.

Masters-1: (pauses, then laughs) Why, thank you, Two.
Masters-2: (chuckles) Don’t push your luck, One.

<End Recording>

Note: following this meeting, instances Masters-1 and Masters-2 were noted by fellow staff to get along remarkably better and started following the unofficial policy at Site-XXXX-B to wear distinctively different outfits to make recognition easier. Their emails and conversations with one another are noted to have become more professional after this fact.

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Addendum 8
The following is copy of the Incident Report of Incident XXXX-8 received by the Director of Site-XXXX-A, Dr. Mauritz.

+ Addendum 8: Incident XXXX-8

INCIDENT REPORT

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DATE: 01-11-2020

SUBJECT: Incident-8
AUTHOR: Rebecca Haywood
FOR THE EYES OF: Dr. Oliver Mauritz

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SUMMARY OF EVENTS: This morning at 11:40, subject designated as O’Neill-1 approached Site-XXXX-B and opened fire with a semi-automatic firearm. Two Security Officers were incapacitated before the subject entered the premises of the Research wing and continued to fire as he entered the B-wing. Both Site Directors Masters-1 and Masters-2 were present in the conference room and suffered minor injuries. The subject was then terminated by Security reinforcements.

The subject lived just outside of Canterbury proper and was viewed as a ‘recluse’ by neighbors. Preliminary investigations of his homestead led to the discovery of the bodies of twenty-nine instances of the subject in varying stages of decomposition in and around the building, all presumably killed with a variety of sharp and blunt implements in a continuous pattern of duplicate homicide. A manifesto has been found in what was presumably the study, in which the subject claims that the Foundation ‘caused’ the anomaly and was using the inhabitants of Canterbury as ‘f*cking guinea pigs’. The sentence ‘There can be only one’ was written across the cover, as well as found repeatedly throughout the declaration. It is currently being investigated if this is the only existing version.


CONCLUSION: The threat is considered neutralized, but I want to ensure that there are no more instances of that lunatic walking around SCP-XXXX, or if any other borderline cases within the phenomenon have any propensity to follow in the subject’s footsteps.

All-in-all, the damage inflicted to the structure is minor. It is a miracle that no personnel were killed, although Officer Manda-2 and Director Masters-1 will need be out of rotation for at least one month.

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RECOMMENDATIONS: An increase in Security staff within the perimeter of SCP-XXXX (a more expansive search for volunteers at overstaffed Sites is advised). Furthermore, a temporary curfew must be put into force until Foundation staff have searched all remaining buildings within the zone for weapons, munitions and further instances of O’Neill.

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Addendum 9
The following audio recording was made in the medical wing of Site-XXXX-B on 04-11-2020. The participants of the conversation include instances Masters-1 and Masters-2.

+ Addendum 9: Conversation-164-11

<Begin Recording, [12:32]>

Masters-1: Oh, hi!

Masters-2: Hi, One. I… thought I’d stop by to see you.

Masters-1: I, errrr… Thank you. (pause) As you can probably see, nothing much has changed. Still bed-ridden, at least for the next few weeks or so. No infection, at least, so that’s something.

Masters-2: Does it… hurt?

Masters-1: No… not anymore. Probably the painkillers.

Silence.

Masters-1: It will leave one hell of a scar, though.

Masters-2: (chuckles) I can believe that… So it looked…

Masters-1: … worse than it was, yeah. The nurse said I was lucky. Two more inches to the left and the bullet would have hit an artery.

Masters-2: I read the medical report, yeah.

Masters-1: Ah, so you have been keeping an eye on me. (chuckles)

Masters-2: (chuckles) Can you blame me? You are the co-director, after all. I would be a pretty awful boss if I didn’t check up on you.

Both instances chuckle.

Masters-1: (pause) You know, that is probably the first time I’ve ever heard you refer to me as ‘Director’ instead of just ‘One’. Not that I’ve ever called you that… (chuckles)

Masters-2: Co-director – but maybe now is not the time to go into semantics. (Chuckles, then pauses) But, yeah. Things feel… different, now.

Masters-1: After you saved my life?

Masters-2: Wha- You and I remember this event very differently. If you hadn’t stepped in front of me-…

Masters-1: If you hadn’t dragged me out of that room and kept me from bleeding out…

Masters-2: Hey, I couldn’t have done that if you hadn’t, quite literally, caught a bullet for yourself.

Masters-1: Doesn’t deny the fact that you saved my hide.

Masters-2: Not after you saved mi- look, how about we both just agree to thank one other for saving each other’s respective lives and move on before I have an aneurism.

Masters-1: (chuckles) Sounds good to me. Thank you for saving me, Emily.

Masters-2: And thank you for saving me, Emily.

Silence

Masters-1: Is it just me, or is it incredibly strange hearing your own voice say your name?

Masters-2: Oh no, I am completely with you there – it’s super weird. Please never do that again.

Both instances laugh

Masters-2: Also, I’m… (pause) sorry. For everything.

Masters-1: Same here… All those things I said, I…

Masters-2: It’s alright. I know. We suck at making apologies.

Masters-1: (chuckles) You’re right, and… thanks.

Silence

Masters-2: Well, errrrr, I… should probably get back to it. Since someone is unable to do her work (Masters-1 snorts in amusement), I’m running double shifts trying to get this nightmare of an operation back on track. I’ll make sure none of your team slack off too much with their boss sleeping off her painkillers.

Masters-1: (chuckles) You better. I… trust that you will keep the gears turning. Since, well, you’re me, after all.

Masters-2: (chuckles) Well, you’re not wrong there.

Masters-1: Are we ever?

Both chuckle

Masters-2: If you want, I would like to… meet up like this, again. You know…

Masters-1: After work?

Masters-2: Yeah.

Masters-1: Sure! I think… I would like that.

Masters-2: Same here.

Masters-1: So… see you…

Masters-2: 18:00?

Masters-1: Sounds good.

Masters-2: Alright, see you then! Get… better soon, One.

Masters-1: (chuckles) Will do, Two.
<End Recording>

Note: In the weeks after this meeting, it was noted by several staff members that the workspace relationship between Masters-1 and Masters-2 exceptionally improved. Masters-1 was cleared for full-time active duty three weeks later.

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SCP ???? (History of the future)**WRITING IN PROGRESS**

Item #: ????

Object class:Safe

Containment procedures: SCP ???? is to be kept in a bulletproof glass container in the center of a 5x5x2m room in site██. <More may be added here>

Description: SCP ???? is a book, measuring 15cm by 10cm by 5cm in size, with blue covers and no title.
The book begins with a detailed description of the big bang, then continues to describe the past in full detail. After describing the present the book continues picturing the future. After describing 4 months of the future the pages become blank, but still infinite. The book writes inside itself constantly, keeping up with the present and future, and maintaining a 4 month period of described future. SCP ???? can tell the future with full accuracy. The future described in the book cannot be changed, even by trying to do the absolute opposite.
On the outside it looks like the book has around 300-500 pages, though it seems one can flip through the pages infinitely.

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