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DATE: 14 Jun 2021 05:59

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Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be placed in a 0.5 x 0.5 meter glass box, The glass box is to be kept on a standard wooden table, At all times. All of the things mentioned above go into a 5 x 5 meter metal cage that gets submerged ██ kilometers underwater. SCP-XXXX is not to be exposed to mercury or ██████ in any situation. If SCP-XXXX is breached then a d-class will capture SCP-XXXX and bring it back to its cell.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a amoeba-like entity that has the size approximately 0.3 meters in width and 0.4 meters in height. When exposed to mercury it has been observed to transform into more complex entity's (Some examples of these entity's include: Bald eagle, Extremely intelligent spiders, Cows that have 8 limbs, A humanoid shaped entity that attempted to breach containment, etc…). SCP-XXXX can be extremely hostile if exposed to bronze. It reacts with the ██████ and causes the chemical ████ to appear, This causes SCP-XXXX to mutate and █████ any other life around it.

Addendum:

Experiment Log SCP-XXXX-1

Dclass-423201 enters the metal cafe where SCP-XXXX is contained with a cup full of mercury and a cup full of ████

Dr.████: "What do you see?"
D-423201: "I see a wooden table and a glass cage on top."
Dr.████: "Please open the glass cage you see and poor the mercury on the amoeba you see."
D-423201: "Alright"
The video feed cuts out for 3 seconds.
Dr.████: "Are you there D-423201?"
D-423201: "OH SHIT WHATS THAT? Oh yeah I'm here"
Dr.████: "What do you see?"
D-423201: "I see a… It looks like the amoeba turned into a bunch of spiders."
Dr.████: "Alright, Can you identify the species on spider?"
D-423201: "No, I can't. The spider has the color green, And there talking. Saying to "Join them""
It has been noted that the spiders were anomalous because they were extremely intelligent.
END LOG


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DATE: 14 Jun 2021 05:54

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It had been four weeks since Hollender had been inducted to the council, he was sitting in his office located within the Prodogium, as O5-7 had stuck true to his word and gave Hollender a crash course on manipulating the space. He was introduced to his assigned office, which, at the time had sported a grey and brown colour palette. Hollender felt as if that was quite drab, but didn't have the time to change it just yet. He was preoccupied with the endless sea of documents and reports he had to fill out and sign.
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DATE: 14 Jun 2021 05:51

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Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be stored in a controlled environment. Humidity levels should never fall below 25% and never exceed 45%. The temperature should never fall below 25° C and never exceeding 30° C. SCP-XXXX should always be handled using nitrile or vinyl gloves to prevent staining the paper.

SCP-XXXX should be handled with care when being transported, and not to be played more than once a week to prevent excessive wear. The paper has ripped in several places and has been taped back together with clear masking tape, this is an acceptable way to repair to repair SCP-XXXX in case of tears. This method may not be viable if a tear is too close to the perforations, in such cases Dr █████ should be consulted on a plan of action.

Notice from site-██ ethics committee: SCP-XXXX is not to be played for longer than 5-minutes, destroying a person's vocal chords is inhumane and not allowed anymore

Description: SCP-XXXX appears to be an old piano roll, a significant amount of weather damage is visible, and some parts of the paper are torn in places likely from wear from normal use combined with the effects of aging. SCP-XXXX consists of a paper 28.58 cm in width and 5.4 m in length. The paper lacks some control codes usually present in piano rolls that conform to the 1908 Buffalo convention, so some things such as note velocity are unknown.

When SCP-XXXX is played on a replaying piano anyone [within 1m of the piano/that hears the piano/the immediately closest person] will begin to have their voice "tuned" to the frequency of the note currently being played by the replaying piano. The "tuning" effect is similar to what results from auto-tuning software, where the voice of the person gets pitch corrected to the desired frequency corresponding to a note played, usually on a midi score. SCP-XXXX does this via manipulation of the person's vocal chords, and because of the nature of the piece, causes harm to the vocal chords. The anomalous effects of SCP-XXXX are only noticeable after 2-3 minutes of it playing, injury can occur after 4-7 minutes, and permanent damage occurs at 8-10 minutes. As SCP-XXXX contains very extreme high and low notes, and many chords spanning the entire 88 note scale it puts an intense strain on who ever is affected by it, and especially dangerous for people with badly developed vocal muscles.

The music piece stored on SCP-XXXX is similar to Alfredo Casella's "trois pièces pour pianola" and Igor Stravinsky's "The Rite of Spring", although with little to no melodic progression. The piece seems to have been composed solely for the purpose of harming the "singer" and not for performance.

SCP-XXXX was found in the abandoned mining town of ██████, New Mexico when the foundation was alerted by local law enforcement agencies, when an explorer for the YouTube channel "█████████" was admitted to the ████ ██ ██████ hospital with unusual symptoms. After the victim had recovered he was questioned and a mobile task force was dispatched to the location of SCP-XXXX as described by him. Along with SCP-XXXX a diary possibly decribing the origin of SCP-XXXXX (see addendum 1 for relavent entries) was discovered. SCP-XXXX was moved to site-██ and the diary

Addendum: These pages have been transcribed and attached to this document because of their percieved relevance to SCP-XXXX. The rest of the pages from the recovered diary can be found in dry storage unit U-5TC at site-██.

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DATE: 14 Jun 2021 04:02

SCP-xxxx-J
Object Class: LDTS (Let’s Do This Shit)

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Special Containment Procedures: Mobile Task Force Alpha-12 (“The Official Podcasters”) are to maintain constant surveillance of SCP-xxxx-J. One member (Agent Wagenheim) must always reside within the area of the subject, with the addition that he makes similar but less successful content for the subject’s preferred video platform. The other two members (Agents Orsan and Clarke) are to maintain video chat calls with the subject. These calls, to be attended by Agent Wagenheim as well, are typically to be in the form of an audio/video podcast and are to be produced frequency, preferably between 7-10 days apart. Agent Tracy is to maintain the appearance as the subject’s fiancée, with her maintaining the subject’s well-being, personal needs, and to maintain watch if the other agents cannot observe subject’s activity. Finally, subject is to be provided by food, funds, and other necessities or services via covert transfer to personal properties and providers or though agents themselves. Other than these procedures, subject is to be always undisturbed.
Description: SCP-xxx-J is a 167.64cm tall humanoid entity named Charlies White, better known by his online name Cr1TiKaL. Subject is indistinguishable to other humans, except for a few anomalous bodily features. Subject possesses six penises with testicles on the base of each shaft, vagally in the shape of the flowering body of asparagus. Subject can use each penis independently of each other and extend them to impossible lengths with the longest recorded reached up to 2.41402 kilometers. The center of the "flower" is used a form of self-rebirth. If subject is killed, the center is able to open into a fleshy chamber that acts similarly to a womb, with a copy of the subject being generated within. While regenerating a new form, music can be heard around the area where the process occurs. Notable songs that have been recorded include:

Song Artist First Recorded
Moon Jocks N Prog Rocks Mungolian Jetset 2011
Source Fever The Ghost 2014
4AM Ocular 2015
Off​-​Peak OST Archie Pelago 2015 (Note: This is the first full album recorded during the process)
Atariwave Quok 2016
Hala Rezzett 2018
Paradise (Stay Forever) Barry "Epoch" Topping 2020
Be Sweet Japanese Breakfast 2021

Subject’s hair is shown to be prehensile, however due to the feature being relatively new after subject’s hair reached chest level, the mechanisms behind this is as of now unknown. Subject’s skin is slightly tougher and produces sweat more frequently than normal humans, though these features is negligible when observing casually. Internally, subject appears to possess few anomalous features such as larger blood vessels traveling to the penises, possessing a second yet smaller heart, a slightly larger liver, and having muscles fibers and bone structure comparable to SCP-1788-1 instances.
SCP-xxxx-J is shown to have psycho-memetic properties. First, subject can persuade most viewers to his opinion when channeled through a video streaming platform. These are mostly on his opinions on personal interests, trends, or people. For example, when talking/analyzing topics such as Wendy Williams and Slapping, subject can convey his opinion on these topics and most people will sync with his perspective on them, thus either liking or disliking these topics regardless of having or lacking knowledge on them. Secondly, when confronted physically, SCP-xxxx-J can seduce any person regardless of gender. Subject seems to be unable to control or understand his anomalous ability and seems to go into a religious fervor to avoid sex. Subject and victim speak in various languages for some reason and eventual, subject gives in. During sex, SCP-xxxx-J can kill subjects within mere seconds of insertion, though this varies from person to person. Subjects who survived sex become friendly with him afterwards, becoming unwilling slaves to him. Anti-memetic agents have yet been ineffective on treating or preventing SCP-xxxx-J’s effects. Subject’s effects seem to be bolstered by his monotone voice and straight-forward delivery, although this is not 100% confirmed.

Subject has been found to produce an unknown liquid from the openings of each penis, through manual execration. This substance has a color and consistence similar to that of butter milk, with a smell similar to that of almonds. Upon consumption, test subjects begin what can be described as a "life changing" transformation, upon which they gain some of the abilities of SCP-xxxx-J. This, however, is shown to be temporary and usually dissipates upon 1-3 days after consumption. Large quantities of this substance have shown to cause ███████ (As of July 8th, 2021, all tests on the substance have been postponed due to incident-xxxx-1)

Another ability, and one that is cause for concern, is SCP-xxxx-J's ability to slap anyone and anything out of existence. With one slap, anyone who opposes him are rendered either dead or cease to exist. Below are notable examples of those who dare oppose/cross SCP-Cr1TiKaL-J:

Subject Number of Slaps Results
SCP-682 5 Subject is able to regenerate full after a few hours. However, it seemed to be paralyzed in a state of fear for several weeks afterwards
SCP-173 3 Subject nearly shattered with the force of his slaps. As of writing, subject is inactive
D-12354 1 D-12354 ceased to exist, disappearing in a cloud of ash and blood.

Addendum-1: Below is a transcript between Agent ██████ and SCP-xxxx-J during incident-xxxx-j-1.

Agent ██████: Hello, Mr. White
SCP-xxxx-J: Please, call me Charlie.
Agent ██████: Oh yes, take me daddy. Impale me with your massive cream snakes.
Subject begins to speak in Basque for some reason
SCP-xxxx-J: Zer? Kristaua den guztiaren maitasunaz, zure aurrerapen maltzur guztiak uzteko agintzen dizut.
Agent ██████: Please, my panda express hole is waiting for you mighty girth. Fill me like a Macy’s Thanksgiving Day balloon.
SCP-xxxx-J: Isilik, ene jainkoak erruki zaitez zure arimarekin. Leku sakratuenetara, eliza santura, joan beharko zenuke
Agent ██████ begins speaking in Irish (who knows):
Agent ██████: Mura ndéanann tú, fillfidh Sátan le míle bliain dorchadais. Cuirfidh sé sceimhle orainn go léir lena n-áirítear filleadh na douches
SCP-xxxx-J: Ongi, behar bada
Sex happens between the subjects. Agent [redacted] dies almost immediately and SCP-Cr1TiKaL stop 10 hours later and realizes the reality of the matter
SCP-xxxx-J: Aupa izorra! Berriro gertatu zen. Zergatik nire hiru saltxitxek nahasten dute beti nire burua zeruko aitaren nahiaren aurka

Addendum-2: Below is a conversation between members of MTF Alpha-12 regarding their deployment to SCP-xxxx-J during video conference with subject. Subject was absent because of a bathroom emergency while conversation occurred:

SCP-xxxx-J: That's great Jackson! Anyway, I feel the need to make Korean-style diarrhea after the BTS Meal I had.
SCP-xxxx-J leaves room
Agent Wagenheim: So… what do you guys think?
Agent Orsan: About what?
Agent Wagenheim: You know.
Agent Clarke: About our containment of this… thing.
Agent Wagenheim: Exactly, and it's a he, not a thing.
Agent Orsan: OMG, Wagenheim. Don't fucking talk to the subject as if he were a person.
Agent Wahenheim: Well, technically. He is still a human being
Agent Clarke: Ya, if humans were equipped with three dicks, able to self-rebirth, and has super-slapping abilities.
Agent Wahenheim: Well, still…
Agent Tracy enters the room in clear distress
Agent Tracy: WTF, Wahemheim. Are you mentally slow? If he could hear you, the mission would be compromised. We all be dead either by subduction and/or being slapped to death.
Agent Clarke: She's right, Wahemheim. Do you know the tourcher it is to keep him happy. I was practically forced to remain in this task force because he took a liking to me.
Agent Orsan: Same here. I had to watch both a crappy religious show about a donkey and a Russian propaganda film that rips of Harry Potter just to keep him happy.
Agent Tracy: And don't get me started on the things I had to do. My rectum is still sore and my palms are chaffed. I used to be a medical doctor at Harvard. I had the cure for cancer in my hand.
Agent Wahenheim: Sure you did you stupid ████████████. Anyway, would you rather be on jellyfish island, Jurassic Park, or how about Antarctica?
Agent Orsan: Those would be wonderful compared to the situation we are in now.
Agent Wahenheim: Look, I'm saying that he seems nice as long as we keep him in the dark.
Agent Clarke: Ok, I see your point.
Toilet flush heard in the background
Agent Tracy: Oh shit, he's coming back.
Agent Wahemheim: Ok, back to positions.
SCP-xxxx-J returns to the room
SCP-xxxx-J: Ok, what I missed?

Addendum-2 On June 18, 2021, SCP-xxxx-J had received verification status on the popular social site ███████. Subject, upon receiving the new, announces his commendation through the Foundation-managed channel without incident. Afterwards, however, subject begins to exhibited odd behavior. SCP-xxxx-J begins to remove articles of clothing and starts ████████████ while running. As he traverses, he beings to scream:
"Wooo, ya babbbby. I can't believe it, I got verified by the cyber-fascists conglomerates. Time to visit Peggy Hill and plow her sweet dump truck ass".
After successfully fertilizing the middle-aged women borehole, causing her to become ass-pregnant and later give birth to █████████, SCP-xxxx-J conducted a ceremony more commonly referred to as the Goatzee. Instead of showing visible anal area, SCP-xxxx-J produces a gateway to a unknown location (presumably extra-dimensional in origin). Several instances of Aptenodytes forsteri emerge and begin to celebrate with the subject for several days. Afterwards, instances seemingly vanish instantaneously and subject resumes normal routine. Investigation behind this phenomena is ongoing.

Incident-xxxx-J-1 On June 30, 2021, Dr. ████████ conducted an experiment involving a D-Class where he is instructed on consuming large amounts of the substance produced by SCP-xxxx-J. Upon consumption, D-1234 broke containment through as of yet unknown circumstances. Several objects, including SCP-████, SCP-████, and SCP-███ managed to escape containment. Within hours, subject expired within a forested area of ██████, Florida. Class-A amnestics were distributed soon after and all tests with the substance have been postponed until further notice
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DATE: 14 Jun 2021 01:19

-4r/paranormalnews • Posted by u/Aron23 3 hours ago
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NO JOKE, FIRST PUBLICLY CONFIRMED POSSESION IN HUMAN HISTORY https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ
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u/ComradeElly • 1y
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DATE: 14 Jun 2021 00:57

This is my first written SCP, I'm still new, so feedback is very much appreciated!

Seeking Greenlights:Yes

Page Type: SCP Article

Elevator Pitch: A carpet that can consume anything and everything. Though it is very picky when it comes to certain objects it can eat.

Central Narrative: An SCP that is basically like a trigger trap. Once stepped on, it's like quick sand. The carpet it's self is a living creature.

Hook/Attention-Grabber: The extra SCP living within in it is an indestructible cockroach that can always find it's way back to the carpet. While not inherently useful, it can be used for other experiments involving SCPS with other dimensions.

Item #: SCP-XXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXX is to be kept in a 10 m X 10 m containment unit, with light furnishings surrounding it. The feeding schedule must be followed every month, and all vents and doors must be locked to prevent SCP-XXX-1 from breaching containment. Access to containment unit requires Level 2 or above clearance, and all personnel are to wear the provided footwear before entering.

Description: SCP-XXX is a 61 cm X 89 cm faux fur carpet and is light pink in color. It functions as a normal carpet as long as an entity is not present on top of it for more than three seconds. SCP-XXX is soft to the touch, and does not feel different than an average carpet of the same caliber. The entity, however, is a living organism with its own unique bodily functions.

SCP-XXX can consume any object, living or otherwise, as long as it is present on top of it for more than three seconds. Most non-living items are destroyed and spit back out by the entity through an opening in the center of its faux fur. All living organisms that are dragged into SCP-XXX are eaten by the entity, and after several weeks, the bones of the organism are expelled through the very entrance they entered through.

SCP-XXX is capable of housing beings documented as SCP-XXX-1. SCP-XXX-1 is an entity similar in both size and anatomy to that of the Periplaneta americana (American cockroach, or waterbug), however it is often pink in color. Lab results show that SCP-XXX-1 is virtually indestructible, and can morph its shape in order to fit into smaller spaces. While not inherently dangerous, SCP-XXX-1 is able to breach most common containment procedures in order to procure food for SCP-XXX.

SCP-XXX is a creature of average intelligence, and has no other bodily functions other than the stomach within it. This stomach has been reported to be twice as large as the carpet itself, and the inside has the same texture and color as the outside of the entity. The fur inside of the stomach secretes an acidic substance that destroys living tissue. Some reports have also indicated that instances of SCP-XXX-1 are present within the stomach, and often crawl throughout the fur.

Addendum: SCP-XXX has been an exceptionally picky entity since it arrived at the foundation. It is to be fed one D-Class personnel every month to ensure SCP-XXX-1 does not breach containment. If the anomaly is not fed on time, it will release several instances of SCP-XXX-1 into the facility in order to find and obtain food. Three weeks after feeding, the containment unit is to be cleaned by janitorial staff.

While SCP-XXX will eat most living and nonliving entities, there are items that it must not be fed unless it is for testing. Fine substances such as sand, sugar, flour, and especially glitter make the anomaly agitated. If any of these substances are dropped onto it, it will spit the powder back out at full force at whoever dropped it. Any item covered in fine substances, including living organisms, is expelled back out by SCP-XXX after making a choking-like noise. For this reason, the footwear provided is covered in glitter to prevent any personnel from falling into the anomaly.

SCP-XXX was found in |HUDSON|, New York in an abandoned antique shop on January 10th, 2|BLANK|. Locals reported several individuals going missing; field agents were sent to the scene to investigate. Once they arrived to the shop, the anomaly was seen in the center of the floor, surrounded by several human, feline, and rodent skeletons. It was recovered by MTF agents and brought to the facility for testing immediately. SCP-XXX is to be kept in site 52 for containment and testing.
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DATE: 14 Jun 2021 00:09

Outline:

1) Maid hides bird under her breast

2) Maid slips past guards

3) Maid brings bird to scroll

4) Bird vanishes

5) Maid is left behind, betrayed

6) Maid is dragged to the dungeons

Concealing the bird was far less difficult than I believed.

As it happened, I was sufficiently well endowed by Erits (and apparently York) to conceal the bird in my bosom. The bird was, at first, shocked by the impropriety of this act and, hearteningly, concerned about my feelings, but I told him that compared to what the Lord had done to me when I was younger this was naught but a trifle.

Combined with frilled fashion of Lord Totch's servants' uniforms he was undetectable.

Apparently the plan was simple. All I had to do was distract the guards for a moment and get the bird close enough for a flying lunge, then once the bird had his map his restored magic would do the rest. Then he'd turn us to air and whisk us away.

I had heard of many such wonders that could do what he said. I had read of them in Master's Library when the rest of the castle was asleep. The Wandsman was impressed that I had managed to learn to read given my station.

I felt… Pride. It was a feeling I was growing to crave.

The treasures would remain in the vault until Lord Totch's banquet. He was to offer the pick of these treasures to the Tyrant. I had little concern that the tyrant would choose the Map, as there were many treasures of greater size and splendor being set upon display.

All was in place. All I needed to do was act as normal until the party, then find a distraction. After that, all would be well.

As I aligned the silverware with Adira, my fellow slave, she spoke of her torrid affair with Voran… Normally I would caution her against such dalliances, as they would only lead to heartbreak and pain… But, Voran was one of the guards in charge of the treasure tonight.

I encouraged her to give him a drink during the feast. Just to show she was thinking of him.

It would be a tiny distraction, but with luck that would be all I would need.
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DATE: 13 Jun 2021 23:06


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DATE: 13 Jun 2021 20:34

There was a party outside the window.

All of the Tyrant’s dancers were whirling through the streets, waving the banners of House Totch in honor of the conqueror’s recent victory.

The smells of meat and spices wafted up from the streets. There was laughter, drinking, everything a person could want out of a celebration.

I quashed the envy in my chest. None of that mattered to an old slave like me, save that it meant another hard shift bringing down extra furniture for Lord Totch’s victory banquet.

I tried to remind myself things could be worse. Lord Totch was fabulously wealthy and his servants never went hungry. Those of us who worked in the house were dressed in such finery that without our bronze collars you could mistake us for petty nobility. The whippings were not ideal, but after feeding his lordship's lusts we were always bandaged and given extra rations.

At the end of the day, things were fine. Frankly they were better than a convict's child like me could ever hope for. All I had to do to keep it going was to haul hunks of priceless wood, and that meant time in the palace’s attic.

Geyre had granted me strength enough to lift three at a time even in the twilight of my forties, so I was making good time sorting the usable furnishings out the debris of a hundred nobles' conquests. There was a brace of bronze swords, there was a vase born in a kiln far to the South, there were dresses and furs I dared not touch with unwashed hands…

And there were chairs. Many chairs, but not so many as to stop the Tyrant's petty nobility squabbling over the honor of who got to sit in them.

But as I was climbing the wooden steps to the tenth load, I heard something.

There was the tiniest squeak coming from behind a homespun draping.

Normally, that would hardly bother me. I was too busy to bother with the rats in the palace when there was a banquet to prepare, but there was something about the squeak that was strange to me. It almost sounded like a word.

I don’t know why the flight of fancy overtook me, but I couldn’t help but put down the chairs for a moment and see what had made the sound. I knew it was something living, because I could make out the faintest wheeze coming from a darkened corner.

I pushed a small chest aside and found myself in front of the most curious sight.

It was a strange, covered dome, like the temple I’d attended oh so long ago, but in miniature. It was covered with a filthy layer of cloth and I briefly wondered that we hadn’t been told to clean here before.

Now, all propriety demanded that I leave well enough alone and ask the head butler if he wanted it swept later, but I suppose I should come out at this point and admit to my defect.

You wouldn’t think there was much wrong with me at first glance, after all I have fine dark skin, fair hair for my age, and I’m missing naught but two of my teeth, but my defect lies in the mind.

I’m curious, and I have a hard time stilling my hand and biting my tongue (though Kalef knows how long I’ve practiced). If I'd become the scholar I'd longed to be before I knew my place better this would have been an invaluable asset. Unfortunately, it did me no good in my station.

So after a brief internal war, and a glance to see that none of the other slaves had followed me up here, I parted the sheet.

I have seen many terrible sights in my day. I watched my father lose his head for stealing bread in the square, I saw the aftermath of the bloody charge that took Lord Toch's new city, and I’d seen more cold dead babes being clutched in their disbelieving mother’s arms than I could count.

But there was something viscerally awful about what was under that sheet. Something ugly and wrong.

It was a cage filled with bones, cracked and withered with the scent of feculence and rot covering all of them… and on top of it all was an ugly, emaciated little bird. It could have been no bigger than a starling, but it was clearly deformed, with claws on its wings as well as its feet and a layer of rubbery skin over its eyes.

The worst part was that it was breathing.

The red, rubbery flesh parted, and the creature locked eyes with me.

And then, to my shock, it spoke. “Please… Help…”

There was absolutely no reason for me to do anything but back away. This creature was clearly a monster, and I knew what happened in the tales…

But something in me broke looking at it.

I opened the cage, picked it up and carried it to a water basin. It was lucky I’d brought up one in case I needed to clean any chairs before moving them. I brought it’s head to the water and it plunged it in instantly.

I swear it guzzled half the basin before it pulled back its head. All the while its feathers grew back, turning from pins to silky black as the creature swelled to the size of a pigeon.

I found myself frozen. It turned back and looked up at me. “Th-Thank you. Miss…?

I shook my head. “I’m not giving you my name, creature. I’m just the maid.”

It nodded. “That’s wise.”

It coughed. “I think I’ve been asleep for a very long time.”

I tilted my head at the thing. It stood up. It almost looked like it was smiling at me. “I’m the- well, I can’t say I know my number now. I’m a Wandsman. Do you know what that means?”

I shook my head, taking a step back. I didn’t know if it would do any good, but I wasn’t about to take any chances with what I was more and more convinced was one of York’s demons.

The bird nodded. “I suppose that was too much to hope for. Look, if I’ve woken up, that means my Map is near.”

I blinked at him. “Your Map?” as per usual, I couldn’t help but ask.

He nodded. The bird cleared its throat. “I don’t suppose you’ve seen a small silver scroll case around here…?”

Shockingly, I had.

The Tyrant was always eager to display the spoils of his conquests… Under heavy guard of course.

I crossed my arms. “What do you want with it?”

“It will help me get home.” It said. “I think I’ve spent far too long in this place already.”

I admit, I was torn. My master could kill me with ease if I betrayed him, but I had no idea what the demon could do to me if I refused. I was cursing my kindness already.

The creature sighed. “Look. I know this is a lot to take in, but I could really use your help or at least some directions. Maybe we could make a deal?”

A shiver ran down my spine.

Deals were dangerous. Deals were between kings and gods or sorcerers. They were so far outside what I had a right to in my station that I couldn’t imagine what would happen if I struck one.

“What are you offering?” I asked cautiously.

It tilted its head, eyeing my collar. It's eyes seemed to brighten as though inspiration had struck it. “How about freedom, power, and the chance to see the worlds?”

The bronze of my collar chafed. The lashings on my back stung.

And he'd said "Worlds", plural.

“What do you need me to do?”
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Photo of SCP-TBD taken at recovery site.

Item #: SCP-TBD

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-TBD is to be stored in the designated greenhouse at Site-14, in a soil mixture of mulch and hummus that is to be maintained at a pH of 6.5. It is to remain at a distance from all other plant life of a minimum of 15m. Air humidity is to be kept between levels of 82-85%, and shall reach a temperature of no higher than 30°C. SCP-TBD is to be watered using an automated sprinkler system, and shall receive no more than 15 litres of water per week.

Fruit from SCP-TBD is to only be collected by Level 3 personnel and sent to ████████ for further experimentation. Any waste products from SCP-TBD are to be gathered by machine and incinerated on a twice weekly basis.

Description: SCP-TBD is an 8.35m tall tree of unknown origin, that imitates all aspects of Theobroma cacao1 plants, except for the fruits that it produces. The tree is believed to be 80 years old but attempts at dating it's age using an increment borer have been met by resistance from the tree. The fruit of SCP-TBD, hereby known as SCP-TBD-1, are smaller than the average cocoa bean, measuring only 10cm in diameter, and are a shade of bright blue. Under no circumstances is SCP-TBD-1 to be consumed.

SCP-TBD was recovered from the small fishing village of ████████, ████████ after reports of people disappearing and reappearing with different personalities after the tree first appeared. Upon arrival at ████████, MTF Theta-4 found SCP-TBD had been uprooted from its original site and brought to the centre of town, with deep holes dug into the ground surrounding it. Further investigation into the town showed that the people who had gone missing had all consumed an instance of SCP-TBD-1 before their disappearance and subsequent re-appearance.
These individuals would constantly try to feed instances of SCP-TBD-1 to other townsfolk and members of MTF Theta-4 alike, showing increased frustration when denied.
Upon denial for a third time, Agent ████████ was surrounded by the villagers and forcefully carried to the base of SCP-TBD, before being lowered into one of the holes around its roots and being buried up to his neck.
By the time the remaining members of the MTF had found Agent ████████, he was deceased with his body having begun decomposition. The roots of SCP-TBD were found embedded in his body, and were required to be cut in order to retrieve the corpse. The autopsy performed on Agent ████████ showed that the internal root network of SCP-TBD occupied 80% of his body, but only did so post-mortem, with his cause of death being due to an overdose on the drugs morphine and psilocybin2, suggesting that SCP-TBD did not wish for Agent ████████ to be in pain at his time of death.

SCP-TBD was removed from the location and brought back to Site-14, with the surviving members of the village being quarantined and subsequently terminated upon signs of infection.

SCP-TBD itself acts as the host for a hivemind network that spreads to other individuals through the consumption of SCP-TBD-1, which overtakes them and eventually forces them to share their mind with the tree. Those infected, hereby known as SCP-TBD-2, are shown to retain their memories and knowledge, but do not recognise themselves as the same person they were before the change. Their goal is currently unknown, with interviews having little to no response, but what has been gathered is that they wish for everyone to become part of SCP-TBD, "one way or another."
It has been suggested that the burying of the villagers who refused to consume SCP-TBD-1 was part of a ritual to become part of the hive mind, though considering the outcome being death, this seems unlikely.

Addendum:
Further research is being done into the properties of SCP-TBD-1, in an attempt to learn more about the origin of SCP-TBD and to see if it could reproduce. All inquiries about the subject are to be directed to Dr. ████████

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