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DATE: 30 Mar 2021 21:14
Louisiana Oilfields
Pilot
I work in the oil fields in Louisiana, lately I’ve noticed some weird things happening. For those of you who do not know, on a rig we work 12 hours a day for 7 days a week, I can assure you what I am about to tell you is not due to sleep deprivation.
Being in the bayous, we had firearms on the rig for when we went off site. We were allowed to store our guns on the rig as long as they were unloaded and stored in a container. I am the manager on this particular rig. At 11PM on May 22nd, I received a text message from the manager of another rig, it read “Hey Miller, a few of our guys are down with the flu. Do you have any derrickhands you can spare?” I replied “Yeah I’ll send Reno and Lee. I’ll boat them in by 9AM tomorrow.”
The next morning I woke up at 4AM. I went and woke Reno and Lee up for the trip. It’s a 3 hour trip by boat and we wanted to be early. By the time they had their bags packed it was 5AM. By 5:15 they set out on the airboat with 2 radios. When they reached the other rig, I was notified by the manager, and was thanked for sending some extra muscle.
May 25th
My phone buzzed in my pocket, the manager was calling. I answered it. “Hello?”
There was a reply “Howdy Miller, we finished the work and we’re sending your guys back now. They’ll get back by midnig—”
“Rich, what is it?”
He hung up. “What the hell?”
I tried the radio. “Reno, Lee? You there brother?”
The radio came back with static and died with a squelch.
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DATE: 30 Mar 2021 18:32
WARNING: ACCESS TO THE FOLLOWING FILES IS GRANTED ONLY TO PERSONNEL WITH LEVEL 3 OR HIGHER CLEARANCE. UNAUTHORIZED ACCESS WILL RESULT IN IMMEDIATE TERMINATION.
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DATE: 30 Mar 2021 12:11
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be contained in its cell at all times. SCP-XXXX’s cell is a 15m x 5m x 5m concrete room kept very cold with shooting targets. The targets are to be replaced every 2 weeks. Anybody with Level 3 or higher clearance is allowed to go into SCP-XXX’s cell and interact with it. SCP-XXXX will be fed fish, krill, and squid and given ammunition.
Description: SCP-XXXX appears to be a 2-meter tall male king penguin who always carries a standard, non-anomalous AR-15. It has long, muscular legs and is very strong and durable, though not as much as SCP-096 or SCP-682. It appears to have a basic understanding of some English words. SCP-XXXX seems to have little knowledge of firearm safety, but is however very skilled with its weapon.
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DATE: 30 Mar 2021 07:38
SCP-XXXX-1
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures:
SCP-XXXX is a to be kept in a standard Humanoid Containment Cell in Site-33. The cell is to be monitored for spikes in aspect radiation. Should a spike occur, thaumaturgically trained Site Security personnel are to inspect the cell's wards for any damage and make repairs as needed.
Physical force is authorized to restrain SCP-XXXX in the case of a containment breach, but Site-33 staff are to refrain from causing damage to it beyond the capacity of its regenerative abilities to repair (the removal or destruction of 50% of its biomass without further medical intervention). Given the creature's manipulative abilities, the use of reasoning to convince SCP-XXXX to return to its cell is not permitted.
SCP-XXXX-1 is to be kept in a Euclid level storage locker in Site-33. Its use is prohibited without the written permission of the Site Director.
Description:
SCP-XXXX is a currently banished member of GOI-5917 "The Wandsmen". It refers to itself as "Kassar Ji'leth, The Fifth Wandsman of Xing, Scrivener of Secrets and Delver of Truth, SCP-XXXX." Like many members of GOI-5917, SCP-XXXX takes the form of a quasi-humanoid avian entity. Its form is similar to that of Casuarius casuarius, the "Double Wattled Cassowary." It is 2.7 meters tall and weighs 134.1 Kg.
SCP-XXXX is generally not physically aggressive, but it derives great pleasure from convincing other sapient beings to reveal their secrets. Outside containment, it has been documented to use methods ranging from social engineering, to thaumaturgic rituals, to torture to gain access to this information.
SCP-XXXX used to have teleportation abilities before his Map of the Multiverse was confiscated by GOI-5917.
SCP-XXXX-1 is a small wooden and brass music box which plays "Pachelbel's Canon". When wound, the next sapient being the winder sees is compelled to sit down in front of the winder and answer any question the winder asks of them to the best of their knowledge for the duration of the song.
During the song, those questioned by the winder are unable to move or otherwise take any actions that would harm the questioner. The winder on the other hand may perform any actions they wish to the being questioned. There is currently no known method to counter this effect completely, but evidence suggests that mind effecting drugs such as tetrahydrocannabinol are able to cause the responses given to the winder to be less coherent.
Addendum:
NOTE: The following documents were provided by SCP-XXXX upon its delivery to Foundation Custody by GOI-5917. Their similarity to Standard Foundation Formatting is purely a choice made by SCP-XXXX. Do not allow this material to be confused with official documentation.
Interviewed: Doctor Tanisha Varadkar
Interviewer: Kassar Ji'leth, The Fifth Wandsman of Xing, Scrivener of Secrets and Delver of Truth.
Foreword: The following interview was recorded in Dr. Varadkar's new office in Site-87.
<Begin Log>
Kassar: Good Evening Doctor!
<Dr. Varadkar pulls a gun on Kassar.>
Dr. Varadkar: Who or what the fuck are you!? Sec-
<Pachbell's Cannon begins to play.>
<Dr. Varadkar Sits down.>
Kassar: Splendid! Now, can you please state your full name?
Dr. Varadkar: Doctor Tanisha Varadkar.
Kassar: And what do you do here at Site 87?
Dr. Varadkar: I'm currently just settling in. I haven't had time to get assigned a project.
<Kassar disarms Dr. Varadkar as she sits there motionless.>
Kassar: And why did you leave your last posting with the SCP Foundation?
Dr. Varadkar: I… I was attacked. Or more in the wrong place when SCP-5946 breached containment.
Kassar: Yes, how is Lot? We didn't see eye to eye all the time, but I certainly respected his research ethic.
Dr. Varadkar: He's in pain… A lot of it is self inflicted. He thinks the only real power he has is to keep hurting himself… I think there's still a little hope there, somewhere deep inside, but he's deliberately repressing it… He's failed so much.
Kassar: Hmm… That would fit. It's good to hear he might spring back in a millennium or so though. Tell me, how do you feel about what he did to you?
Dr. Varadkar: I… I think he really didn't mean to. But that doesn't matter. He hurt me, made me be someone else. Even if it was a mistake… He hurt me. And he's still dangerous. Part of what he put in my head is still there. Part of me still loves him… I hate him for it.
Kassar: And his thaumaturgy? Has it improved since he was taken into captivity? Since he became SCP-5946?
Dr. Varadkar: I… I don't know. He's so far above our ability to measure it's hard for us to tell.
Kassar: I see… I suppose it was too much to hope that you would be able to measure such things. Thank you Doctor. You shall tell no one else of this meeting.
<Kassar performs the incantation needed to ensure Dr. Varadkar's silence.>
<Kassar leaves.>
<End Log>
Closing Statement: A rather unenlightening discussion. Though I can see why Dr. Varadkar attracted Lot's attention. He always had a soft place in his heart for strong women.
Never the less, the Foundation's Thaumaturgical measuring equipment appears to be sorely outdated. The effects of Lot's new numeric designation remain a mystery.
Interviewed: Doctor Quentin Harrison
Interviewer: Kassar Ji'leth, The Fifth Wandsman of Xing, Scrivener of Secrets and Delver of Truth.
Foreword: Dr. Harrison is a student of anomalous foods and a former biological researcher on a project of great interest to me. I met him in Ambrose Restaurants' latest little Bistro, the Rising Sun. I'm sure one of my colleagues will have more to say about the quality of the comestibles provided at a later date.
<Begin Log>
Kassar: Good afternoon Doctor!
Dr. Harrison: What-?
<Pachbell's Cannon begins to play.>
<Dr. Harrison sits back down in his chair.>
Kassar: Excellent. Now, I have a question about your previous assignment on SCP-2406 as a biological consultant. What was the Colossus' number?
Dr. Harrison: The… It was number 9.
<Kassar produces a piece of parchment and scans down it.>
Kassar: "Number 9, The Silver Blooded Martyr…"
<Kassar nods, pleased>
Kassar: A name by numbers… I knew the Mechanites had dabbled with it before. They must have sought to empower their creation with everything they could and -.
<Kassar is interrupted by a waiter coughing.>
Waiter: Sir, we do not allow outside music in the restauraunt. Also, there will be consequences for perturbing our guest…
<Kassar bows, not wanting to cause a fuss. He places an Ortothan Gold Aureus on the table as a tip.>
Kassar: You have my deepest apologies. Please, give my regards to the head chef. Thank you.
<Kassar picks up the music box, pulls out his map, and teleports away.>
<End Log>
Closing Statement: Aside from being interrupted, a flawless confirmation. Though the Church of the Broken God has since ceased to favor the use of impositorial thaumaturgy, it appears their more ancient predecessors saw its advantages plainly. More importantly, the numerical name's resonance lends support to my theories. Further confirmation will be required before experiments can be conducted.
Interviewed: Junior Researcher Hadid
Interviewer: Kassar Ji'leth, The Fifth Wandsman of Xing, Scrivener of Secrets and Delver of Truth.
Foreword: At time of interview, the subject's mind was addled by large quantities of cannabis, causing the magic of my construct to have less sway. I shall need to research a more elegant counter to this effect when the opportunity presents itself.
<Begin Log>
<Kassar enters Hadid's bedroom via apportation>
Kassar: Hello Researcher Had-
<Hadid immediately picks up a large joint from his bedside and lights it taking a deep drag.>
J. R. Hadid: Ha! Gotcha.
Kassar: … What?
<Hadid takes another drag and coughs.>
J. R. Hadid: What, you thought you could run around interrogating all our crew without us putting the word out? I got the hookup from Papa Johns bitch! One hundred percent premium Fae Kush. Good luck getting anything with your little music-box no-
<Kassar picks up the boy's limp hand and pins it to the bedpost with a dagger. Hadid screams.>
J. R. Hadid: WHAT THE FUCK!?
Kassar: You obviously have some potential boy, but Fae magic is a very fragile thing. Tie it to the law of blood just a little and it's sucked right into the dirt. Now…
<Kassar produces the music box and winds it as the inebriated researcher whimpers. The song begins to play.>
Kassar: Now, let us discuss those not-quite nameless friends of yours… You were on the project before they were given a formal SCP designation, correct?
J. R. Hadid: I… I…
<Hadid manages to stay quiet for about 6 seconds. Then his eyes became glassy.>
J. R. Hadid: Yes… I was there before they gave them a number.
Kassar: Good… And did you notice any difference in the behavior of the fae at the restaurant after they were given an SCP Number?
J. R. Hadid: Yeah… The Pizza was better. They moved faster…
Kassar: That's all I need to hear.
<Kassar took his knife and teleported away.>
<End Log>
Closing Statement: With this data, I believe I have enough for a field test.
Recovery Log: 4/10/2021
SCP-XXXX was brought into Foundation Custody by members of GoI-5917 after being stripped of his Map of the Multiverse. GoI-5917 members requested that he be treated humanely, and apologized for his "rude and disruptive" behavior.
No further detail was provided as to why or how the descision to banish SCP-XXXX was made. All GoI-5917 anomalies promptly teleported before any containment measures could be applied.
Addendum:
NOTE: The following was mailed to Foundation Site-33 with no return address, or attribution. Considering the format of the document, it was likely provided by SCP-XXXX as a form of mockery.
Interviewed: The 4th Wandswoman of Chelon
Interviewer: Kassar Ji'leth, The Fifth Wandsman of Xing, Scrivener of Secrets and Delver of Truth.
Foreword: A crude interview before the end. But the pain was needed to complete my plan.
<Begin Log>
<Kassar approaches the 4th Wandswoman of Chelon's office>
Chelon-4: 5th Wandswoman of Earth, we are in complete agreement. I have already sent several letters to the Editors about-
<Chelon-4 spots Kassar through the open door. Kassar waves. Earth-5, also in her office, stands defensively in front of Chelon-4's desk. Chelon four narrows her eyes at the Wandsman.>
Chelon-4: Kassar. I suppose you finally responded to my summons?
<Kassar smiles.>
Kassar: Absolutely! I've decided, or rather the Editors have decided, to sanction my experiment.
Earth-5: About time you got what was coming to you.
Kassar: If you mean a large grant, then yes!
Chelon-4: I'm sorry what?
Kassar: Oh, you thought I meant the other form of sanction, forgive me, English is such a limiting tongue. I use it only for the Hatchling's benefit.
Earth-5: Bitch, I'm 48 years old.
Kassar: And I'm 387 years young. You're not on the streets of Milwaukee anymore baby sister.
Chelon-4: Alright I've had quite enough of your posturing brother, what Machiavellian nonsense did you throw at the Editors to convince them alienating ourselves from our most desperately needed allies was a good idea?
Kassar: Oh, but we're not going to alienate anyone exalted Arbiter. You're going to turn me in to the Foundation for being a very naughty anomaly…
<Chelon-4 looks genuinely shocked.>
Chelon-4: Kassar, I am furious with you for what you did to those poor people, but at the end of the day you are a brother. I would not turn you over to those torturing jailers for-
Kassar: Sister, it's fine. You're going to help me get something worth all the pain in the world, an SCP number.
Earth-5:… What?
Kassar: It's simple name magic really, each part of your name tells a story. The more that story is obsessed over by those with power, the more it spreads and the more inexorably it is tied to you, the more magical strength you can extract from it. Granted, a Foundation number is a mysterious thing, but it also means surrounding yourself with people who have a pressing need to understand you… People who are also tied to the greatest powers in the multiverse. People who fear you… Frankly, I'm kicking myself for letting that old fool Lot think of it first.
Chelon-4: Kassar that's completely insane. Your plan is to tie your true name to the names of the most dangerous things in the multiverse? Your just as likely to burn yourself to ash and take half the Earth with you!
Kassar: I am aware of the risks. Frankly I'm willing to take them, considering what's on the line if we fail in our little war against the dark I thought you'd understand.
Chelon-4: Kassar, we have several projects we can do to build weapons against the dark without alienating our allies and torturing our family.
Kassar: I have considered our current projects, they are insufficient.
Chelon-4: You cannot possibly know that! Kassar please, Earth-2 has already told us what foundation "containment" is like. Please… I may want to teach you the error of your cruel ways, but I don't want to hurt you.
Kassar: Sister… I suppose that means you will not deliver me to the Foundation so long as you still see me as family?
Chelon-4: I… I won't defy the editors, but you they have not ordered me to help you. Get someone else to aid you in this madness. Family doesn't torture each other.
Kassar: I see. Well then, as you are the only Wandswoman the Foundation is even remotely going to trust, my path is clear.
<Kassar produces a handful of paralysis runes in the air and Earth-4 falls limp to the floor.>
<Before Chelon-4 can react, Kassar releases the key on the music box.>
<Pachbel's Canon begins to play.>
<Chelon-4 sits in its chair. Its eyes are filled with fear.>
<Kassar produces a knife and reaches for the limp form of Earth-5.>
Kassar: Family doesn't torture family, you say?
<End Log>
Closing Statement: After some convincing, the Arbiter agreed to turn me over. All is in place.
Note by Agent Briggs: Considering this information, I strongly recommend SCP-XXXX be elevated to Keter class and given a non-standard designation. It cannot be allowed to keep its plan in motion.
Note by Director Nakamura: Denied for now. Your heart and head are both in the right place Briggs, but we have no idea what changing this thing's name will do to it. We also don't have confirmation of where that letter came from, and we don't even know if this SCP's thaumaturgy theories are accurate.
For now we just need to contain this monster as best as we can, and let the researchers come up with better locks for its door.
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DATE: 30 Mar 2021 05:53
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class Keter
Special Containment Procedures: As of the writing of this article, there has been no way to contain SCP-XXXX. Any calls made to emergency services that fit the description of an SCP-XXXX manifestation are to be intercepted by foundation personnel and any nearby task force are to be deployed to the location. SCP-XXXX-2 through 42, however are to be contained in standard living units and checked on everyday.
Description SCP-XXXX is the manifestation of male humanoid entity. SCP-XXXX will manifest when at least five young adults raging from ages 18-25 are in a secluded area. Once the victims have arrived to a secluded area and began activities. SCP-XXXX will tend to manifest almost immediately if at least two (2) of the victims are engaging in sexual intercourse. The sex of the two victims does not matter and will still manifest once intercourse has begun.
SCP-XXXX will manifest out of the sight of the victims. Examples of this is the Montana Massacre, when recovered footage from Sunset Sawmill in northern Montana showed SCP-XXXX emerging from behind a tree in a opening when chasing a victim into the Sawmill.
Depending on where SCP-XXXX manifest, its clothing and weapon will change. When SCP-XXXX manifested in Tokyo, Japan, the entity had been wearing a black jacket with Japanese writing on the back that translates to, "Forgotten," in english. A black pair of baggy sweatpants and a mask that represents the oni from japanese folklore. The weapon the entity had was a microphone stand with the mic on the end being wrapped in barbed wire. It should be noted that SCP-XXXX usually manifest as a male, but on rare occasions it will manifest as a female. It is not know how or why SCP-XXXX manifest as a female, further research is required.
The manifestation will only last one hour and thirty minutes to two hours thirty minutes. During this time, SCP-XXXX will do everything in its power to kill the group it has selected to be its victims. SCP-XXXX will manifest, and if able to, pick off each victim one by one. SCP-XXXX will make noises in the dark, turn off electricity to buildings or set off car alarms, (If cars are in the area). Other ways have been observed through footage obtained by the foundation where SCP-XXXX was able douse a campfire without interacting with it as well as making quiet whispers. If SCP-XXXX can't lure out any more victims, he will then begin to make himself know by showing himself and leaving the bodies of victims it has killed for the remaining victims to find. It has been hypotheses that SCP-XXXX may do this to physiologically effect its victims.
Victims who have been lured by SCP-XXXX and out of sight of the other victims will be engaged by SCP-XXXX. SCP-XXXX will kill the victim either using the weapon it manifested with or the environment around SCP-XXXX. Once the victim is killed, SCP-XXXX will not kill the another victim the same way it killed the first victim. In the rare scenario when emergency services arrive to a manifestation of SCP-XXXX, they will not be targeted by the entity unless they try to stop it from killing a victim.
In the event of an SCP-XXXX demanifestation with one or more victims still alive, they are to be taken into foundation custody, questioned And given class C Amnestic before being released. New procedure is to keep any and all survivors in foundation custody due to the victims obtaining new personalities and having memories of their past life being altered.
The victims of SCP-XXXX or to be referred as SCP-XXXX-2 - 42. Dr. (REDACTED)has conducted interviews with SCP-XXX-2 through 42. In each interview, SCP-XXXX-2 through 42 will refer to themselves by a different name and will become agitated if called their actual name. Altered memories can have SCP-XXX- 2 through 42 believe that one or more family member is deceased or hospitalized is the most common altered memory.
Other altered memories
- Thinking they know how to drive without any previous knowledge or experience
- Thinking they are an addict without never using drugs before
- Believing that SCP-XXXX is a relative or close friend
- Believing that they know who SCP-XXXX is
- Thinking they need to go to the hospital when they show no signs of physical injury
- Believing they are SCP-XXXX and admitting to killing other victims
- Believing that they are (REDACTED) and wonder where the (REDACTED) is
At midnight, SCP-XXXX-2 through 42 will enter the final stage of the REM Cycle whether they are already falling asleep or still awake. SCP-XXXX-2 though 42 will be asleep from ten minutes to one hour. When SCP-XXXX-2 though 42 awaken, they will think their interaction with SCP-XXXX happened the night before and will think it's the day after. SCP-XXXX-17 has been affected the longest by SCP-XXXX and was recovered by (REDACTED). Attempts to have SCP-XXXX-2 though 42 memory restored have shown no long lasting results.
Interview - SCP-XXXX-23:
Conducted by Dr. (Redacted)
Dr. (REDACTED) Hello Sarah, how are you today? (Starts stopwatch)
SCP-XXXX-23 For the last time, my name is Laurie!
Dr. (REDACTED) Right, my apologies. How are you, Laurie?
SCP-XXXX-23 How am I? I just watched all my friends die and your asking how I am?
Dr. (REDACTED) Laurie, your friends died two years ago.
SCP-XXXX-23 What? N-No. You picked me up last night!
Dr. (REDACTED) (Shuffles through papers) Tell me about your family, Laurie.
SCP-XXXX-23 My moms okay, my dad died before I was born.
Dr. (REDACTED) So this who's in this picture with you? (Shows picture of SCP-XXXX-2 with her father at the age of fifteen)
SCP-XXXX-23 That's, (Shows visible confusion) just a picture of me.
Dr. (REDACTED) You don't see anyone else in the picture?
SCP-XXXX-23 No. Are we done yet, I need to go to a hospital.
Dr. (REDACTED) Why do you need to go to the hospital? (Looks to stopwatch and writes down the time on paper)
SCP-XXXX-23 Are you kidding? Look! (Points to scars that she had acquired two years ago) I'm bleeding, i think I need stiches!
DR. (REDACTED) Okay, just one more question.
SCP-XXXX-23 What?
Dr. (REDACTED) Do you remember having this same conversation yesterday?
SCP-XXXX-23 I'm sorry?
Dr. (REDACTED) I conducted this same interview yesterday. I asked you the same questions in the same order yesterday. Do you remember?
SCP-XXXX-23 (Shows signs of distress and confusion) What's going on? I want to go home!
Dr. (REDACTED) (pauses stopwatch and writes again) Thank you for your time, I had a lot on my schedule today and was worried I wasn't gonna make it. I'll see you tomorrow.
SCP-XXXX-23 Wait, what ab- (SCP-XXXX-2 goes quite and falls asleep)
END INTERVIEW
Discovery SCP-XXXX was brought to the foundations attention when a police officer called in through his radio of a serial killer dressed in a ripped mascot uniform and wielding a metal bat, disappeared into thin air. The foundation acquired footage from the incident which shows seven people illegally entering Crystal High School. The victims were spray-painting, throwing toilet paper and two broke away from the group and went into a classroom. SCP-XXXX manifest and comes around a corner as the schools mascot. It is observed to slowly stalk the victims and begin its process of killing. Two victims were lured away and killed by SCP-XXXX. The first victim was killed by repeated blunt force trauma to the head. The second victim was (REDACTED) (REDACTED) (REDACTED). By this time, the victims grouped up together and didn't get lured away. SCP-XXXX drags the bodies of the first two victims into the open and then begins to let itself be seen from the end of halls and in dimly lit classrooms. After finding the remains of the first two victims. The group breaks up after a verbal dispute and SCP-XXXX is able to kill three more victims. The last two have called the police and begin to make their way outside. One of the victims is captured and killed by, (REDACTED) as the final victim watches. Police arrive on scene and go to the final victims aid. When SCP-XXXX comes out of the school, it goes after the final victim, ignoring the officers as they demand it to drop the weapon. When officers began firing, SCP-XXXX engaged the officers and killed all except for one who had not fired his gun. SCP-XXXX limps over to the final victim as one of his arms hangs by flesh. Before it has the chance to kill the final victim, it demanifest.
The earliest sighting of SCP-XXXX that the foundation has found is a police report from 1940. The report is a murder/homicide case that comes from Dallas, Texas. The eyewitness, 13 year old Brian Lauguave, stated that a zombie cowboy wearing a cow skull for a mask killed his family. Brain's description of how the person killed his family matches that of SCP-XXXX.
Addendum: All manifestations of SCP-XXXX will have the word, "Forgotten," somewhere on itself or weapon. It is not know what it means or the significance it has on SCP-XXXX or its victims.
Addendum Update - Recordings On 5/27/2015 after task force Echo Foxtrot arrived on scene, they had found hidden cameras fifty meters around the area where SCP-XXXX manifested. Task force Echo Foxtrot retrieved the cameras and footage was played. Despite being far away from the manifestation area, the picture and sound quality are not effected. Footage showed the victims arriving on scene, and somehow having close-ups on all victims as well as shots of them in the vehicle they arrived in. Halfway through the footage, the inside of (Redacted) where the foundation had been taking calls of SCP-XXXX have been shown.
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DATE: 30 Mar 2021 00:13
“Oh hell no!” Agent Adams exclaimed as she read the files in her inbox. Each one looked dumber than the last. She called her superiors.
“Hello?”
“You can not be serious!” Adams screamed before the director could say anything. “We are not seriously recruiting these guys to Alpha-9! You are not wasting my time with these x-men wannabe cream of the crap!”
“Yes, we are serious. Mobile Task Force Xi-1964 found a batch of SCP-2923 that got released to the public. They were collected and contained, but a few were consumed by civilians first. These individuals proved to be more stable than the D-class we tested the previous batch on, and they might have potential.”
“To be part of Last Hope?” Adams completed the thought. “I read over these profiles, these are losers that ate novelty protein bars and now they have abilities they don’t know what to do with.”
“And you will teach them what to do with them. How about the SCP-2806 instance?”
Adams groaned. “He looks pretty basic. He doesn’t look bad, but he doesn’t look great either. I say send him straight to Site-64 with the rest of the SCP-2806 and let them deal with him.”
“We found him fighting other anomalies, so Skywalker Protocol seems like a waste of potential.”
“So, we’re just going to let any amputee rich enough to afford Anderson’s prosthetics to join our superhero squad?” Adams griped. “Should we let Maxwell, Carter, and Dark know so they can add it to their sales pitch? ‘If you’re dumb enough to get dismembered you can join a Foundation Mobile Task Force.’”
“For the last time, Alpha-9 is not the superhero squad! And we’re not recruiting all of the SCP-2806 instances, just the ones who had enough martial arts training to fight three opponents at once, and anomalous ones at that. Besides, we gave him the choice of this or standard procedure. He chose not to lose his arm and his memory.”
Adams sighed. “I’m really not getting out of this am I?”
“No, not any more than any of them are. Listen, we all know these are not great, but we can’t undo what’s been done to them so if we don’t use them, they go straight into containment or get terminated. After consulting with the researchers, it’s been decided that this experiment is worthwhile.”
“Experiment?” Adams echoed. “Are you saying these are basically volunteer D-class?”
“They are listed as E-class personnel because they have already been exposed to the anomalous effects. But yes, in effect, they are the D-class of Alpha-9. Your job is to make them worthy of standing shoulder to shoulder with SCP-105.”
“You mean as opposed to being fodder for SCP-076?” Adams reiterated. “Because that’s what they look like, the batch he took out because we gave him a team that was unworthy. Just because he isn’t around to kill them doesn’t mean they won’t get killed.”
“Please, Adams, we already had this conversation with O5 before we even sent them to you. The decision is final. Now please go greet your new recruits.” A dial tone signaled the conversation was over.
Adams hung up phone and went to go meet her new burdens. They looked even worse than the files said. The first one was kind of scrawny and wearing a track suit. He looked like he was ready for an Olympic track event and twitching like he had the energy to do all of them at once. He was tied to weights which she realized were the only thing keeping him in place. “E-29231, you ate a Machmellow and now you have super speed.”
E-29231 nodded so vigorously he looked like his head was going to fall off. “YESICANGOHEREANDTHEREANDBACKAGAINBEFOREYOUKNWITZOOMZOOMZOOMLIKELIGHTNING!”
Adams silenced him with a finger to his mouth. “Okay, Zippy, no talking, and no coffee.” She moved on to the next one. This one looked like Arnold Schwarzenegger, only bigger, and he was only wearing shorts because apparently it was the only clothing that could be found to fit him. “E-29234, you ate Peanut Brawler Crunch and now you have super strength.”
“Bash!” E-29234 said while making a fist with one hand and punching the other.
“Is that a bad impression or are you really that dumb?” Adams asked.
E-29234 smiled, laughed, nodded and repeated “Bash!”
Adams looked back at the notes in the files. “It seems that the increased muscle mass requires increased blood flow, but since you didn’t have the blood to meet the demand, your brain got the short end of the stick and oxygen deprivation lead to brain damage.”
Again, E-29234, smiled, laughed, nodded and repeated “Bash!”
“Pleasure to meet you too.” Adams was still unimpressed as she moved on to the next, who was wearing a full body rubber suit. “E-29238, you ate Electric Lemonade. I didn’t see that one in the original file, but apparently it gave you the ability to generate electricity like an eel. The fetish suit is a safety precaution until you can learn to control it.”
E-29238 nodded and sighed audibly through his breathing apparatus but had nothing to say.
“Not comfortable is it? Maybe we’ll think about that next time we eat something without carefully reading the warning label, eh Sparky?” Adams looked at the remainder, all wearing orange jumpsuits typical of D-class. The next guy looked pretty normal, although in very good shape. “E-292313, well, you seem interesting at least compared to the rest of these guys. You got a mystery flavor we made running four bars through the Clockworks on fine. The other three were put in storage, and you came out perfect in every way. So now you’re Superman.”
E-292313 posed. “You like?”
“Don’t let it go to your head, look at your competition.” Adams, still unimpressed moved on to the next one, a teenager who looked like he was picked last in gym class. “E-292312 your anomalous abilities are..” She couldn’t believe what she was reading, she had gotten so disgusted with the others she hadn’t even read this one until now. “You’ve got to be kidding me? Is this for real? You’re actually this guy?”
The scared boy nodded nervously, unable to speak.
Adams looked him dead in the eye. “That’s right, don’t say anything, I especially don’t want to hear about any tragic back story involving your uncle nor do I want to even hear the words, ‘radioactive’ ‘bite’ ‘sense’ ‘friendly’ or any of the other buzzwords you can imagine. We are not doing that do you understand me?”
“None of those things are even me.” The boy squeaked.
“I said I don’t want to hear it!” Adams put her hand up to his face with an energy that said they were done. Finally, she moved on to the last one. This guy was the absolute picture of average. It was hard to imagine he had anything to offer the Foundation. As she glared at him, he twitched slightly, and fibers emerged through his skin on his left arm and wove themselves into a tight and surprisingly thin Kevlar glove. She reached down and pulled up his sleeve to see how far it went up; to his elbow just like the file said. “E-280621, you have a Gyrfalcon prosthetic that enhances your strength and shifts into armor mode when you get nervous. Helpful in a pinch maybe, but you will need to get that under control unless you want that tell to give you away in the field.”
“My name is Armand Brach and I think I am in the wrong place.”
“No, you’re in the right place, though I can understand why you would not want to be here.” Adams replied. She walked back in front of the group. “As you have probably been able to figure out, you are here because you have special abilities, powers you may call them. I know it seemed like a good idea when you ate those bars and now you think you’re special heroes. But what you need to understand is that your abilities don’t mean squat here. You are joining an elite team to handle the most bizarre situations you can imagine, and most of it is actually handled by normal people. In fact, you were all brought in by normal staff who have seen weirder than you on a daily basis. This team you are joining is known as Mobile Task Force Alpha-9 Last Hope. This team utilizes anomalies that have been determined suitable for deployment in the field, and we call them Last Hope because we use them when normal people can’t get the job done. The members we already have, the ones we built this team around, honestly, each one of them is more promising than all of you combined. You are the bottom of the barrel, and in my opinion we are only giving you a chance because what we normally do with people like you is put you in a cell, study you, and leave you there for the rest of your lives so you don’t bother anybody, which is mostly the plan for you guys but it’s expensive to feed you so we want you to earn your keep. My point is, this isn’t because we like you, it isn’t because we believe in you, it’s because we think we can use you and you will be used until you are not useful anymore. So unless you want to go in a hole and never see the light of day again, you will do what I say and prove your worth. Do you all understand?”
The men looked like they had all been taken down a notch, none of them had the will to speak up.
Adams set the files down. “Okay, let’s get started. First I want all of you to demonstrate what you’ve got on me.”
E-292313 laughed. “Aren’t you afraid we’re going to hurt you?”
Adams gave him a look that should have even worn down his superhuman frame. “Remember when I said you’re joining a team of the most elite in this organization? How I said they were better than you? I’m one of those people. I’m not even the best, and if you can’t handle me, you’re not making it on this team at all. Now prove yourself.”
E-292313 got mad and threw a punch. Adams blocked it by grabbing it with one hand. He looked to be twice her size and yet he was the one struggling to move his arm forward. He threw another punch with his other hand and she blocked that one just as easily. He attempted a few kicks and she blocked with her legs without even breaking her gaze on his face. He tried to head butt her and she countered at the last moment, knocking him back like he hit a solid brick wall. As his hands slipped from her fists, she gave him a gut punch and he folded like a chair. Adams shook her head, “Pathetic.”
As she turned away from him, E-29234 attempted the exact same approach as E-292313, presumably he thought his bigger size would make a difference, but the only difference it made was the louder thud when he hit the ground.
“Who’s next? How about you Zippy?” She removed the restraints from E-29231 and made a gesture with her hand and he was also on the ground. It took a moment for the remaining guys to figure out that she had anticipated where he was going to move and had thrown a pre-emptive attack and he was stupid enough to walk right into it.
Adams looked at the last three. “Let’s see, you two seem boring, let’s try Sparky here.” E-29238 removed his gloves and his hands crackled with electricity. He lunged at her trying to make contact, she dodged, spun around him, grabbed his arm where the rubber still protected, and stuck him in the back, knocking him to the ground.
Adams turned to the last two. “That leaves Babyface and the cyborg. I bet I could take both of you at once.”
It seemed like both were going to go at once, but Armand stood still while the kid took his shot. His pace was very different from the others, he seemed to move fast, but then slowed down and pulled back at the last second. Adams tried to counter but his feint dodged her. His movements became rather erratic as he reached out and pulled back before making contact repeatedly. He tried to move around her and smiled as his plan seemed to be working, but then his expression changed as she turned with him and reached out and he suddenly realized the plan was backfiring. He had been excreting a sticky substance all over her but she had anticipated and used it against him, wrapping him in his own trap before he could finish wrapping her. After throwing him to the ground next to the others, she pulled out a bottle of hand sanitizer and sprayed herself.
Adams turned to Armand. “Just you and me.”
Armand panicked for a second, then took a deep breath, the glove retracted beneath the skin. He shifted into a stance with his right foot straight forward, his left foot perpendicular behind spread shoulder width apart. He tucked his left hand behind his back and gestured with his right hand for Adams to come at him.
“Really?” Adams was impressed by his bravado and his stance. “You want to play it like that?”
“Straight offense clearly didn’t work for the others.” Armand said without breaking form. “Why make the same mistake? I’m going on defense and seeing how long I can hold out this way.”
“So, you are learning?” Adams was actually impressed, he wasn’t as stupid as he looked. “Okay, let’s go.”
She matched his stance and threw her first punch. He blocked and countered, shifted his stance accordingly to maintain balance, and continued the fight. They alternated between punches and kicks and blocked each other in perfect sync. It was like a dance and it actually was, they shifted into capoeira fluidly from Isshin-ryu karate. She wasn’t even quite sure how he had managed that transition or how he had managed to manipulate her into moving the way he wanted, but it occurred to her that he was taking control of the situation and that was even more dangerous than his anomaly. She quickly tried to think if there was anything in his file that would explain this, but his only anomaly was his arm and this wasn’t a part of it, he was just a well trained and skilled fighter and she had underestimated him. She had managed to think about all of this and match him blow for blow until she saw the fibers emerge on his arm as he was about to connect with another punch, and she realized this was the strike he was intending to finish her with. She put everything into blocking this strike, grabbing it with both hands and redirecting all that force away from her. His momentum caused him to flip over her and fall almost as hard as all the others. He landed on his back and the wind was knocked out of him in an audible gasp.
Adams looked down at him. “That was impressive, you lasted longer than the other five combined. But like I said, you still have to work on that tell. How did you get that good?”
“Wasn’t it in that file?” Armand asked. “I was training to compete in mixed martial arts. I finally got my first big match and made the mistake of pushing it too hard in training. I tried water resistance training and fell in with a group that took it hardcore out in the ocean, and a shark bit my arm off. Only days away from big break and it was all over. I still try to keep in fighting shape, but it’s not fair for me to compete, either they have the advantage, or I do. With this arm, it’s hard to know what I can do anymore, where I fit in. The last group I was with was crazy, but I least they made me feel like I belonged.”
For the first time all day, Adams softened up. “Maybe we can find a place for you here too.” She turned to the others who were all regaining consciousness. “In fact, I think I may be able to work with all of you. Yeah, you screwed up today, but that’s because you’re relying too much on your powers. You have an abundance of confidence that it’s going to make all the difference, and it would in normal circumstances. But these are not normal circumstances, you are going to face things far more powerful, and some are going to be as prepared as I am to take you down. Your abilities, your potential, it got you in the door. But going forward, you must learn how to use your abilities in clever ways, or you will fail. In this world you are now like babies just learning to crawl and I need to teach you how to walk and to run before we can put you out in the field. I think you all should know, this is the second time this organization has attempted to make use of assets like you. The first time was such a disaster all of them died, all but two. One of them is the leader we built the new team around and if you last long enough you will meet her.”
“What about the other survivor?” Armand asked.
Adams paused. “He’s why the others died. He killed them. All of them. With his bare hands. And they were all just like you. You won’t meet him, but we used him because there were worse things we needed him to deal with. They are the ones you will be facing. So, unless you want to end up like them, I need you to take this seriously. This isn’t like the comics or the movies. You are not heroes. We are monsters that must protect the world from worse monsters. This wasn’t about breaking you, this was about preparing you for the things that will break you. Whatever got you here, it’s nothing compared to what will come next. Now go get lunch, you may have to sleep in cells at night, but being part of this team comes with the perk of getting to use common facilities during the day. Just don’t abuse your privileges or they will be revoked.”
The six rookies went to the cafeteria. There was a pretty good selection, staff at this site were treated good. They found an empty table and sat down. They noticed they were getting a lot of weird looks from everyone. For the most part they assumed this was because of the big guy and the one in the rubber suit, but they realized it wasn’t just those two. Everybody knew that if they were together, they were all part of the same unit and that made them a special group that needed special attention.
Eventually somebody had the guts to say it. “Hey Skippies, how do you like it here so far?”
“Excuse me?” Armand decided to do the talking before one of his cohorts said something stupid. “Why are you calling us Skippies?”
“Skip.” The staffer reiterated. “Short for S C P, Special Containment Procedure. All the anomalies are identified that way, so we just call them Skips. Of course, you wouldn’t know that, you’re new here. Usually they stay contained, but it is pretty special for Skips like you to be out an about, so we are all going to be a little curious. So how did you all end up here?”
“Mostly we were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.” Armand replied.
The staffer nodded. “That sounds about right. Pretty much everybody falls into that category. But what about those two?” He gestured to the obvious ones. The big guy was stuffing his face with a helping of every meat they had available. Sparky had a more sensible food selection, but had to partially remove his mask to eat.
Armand thought about how to answer. “I know I may be new here, but my guess is you know better than to ask a question like that. Especially the big guy, I don’t think you want to be on his bad side. Isn’t that right Tiny?” He turned and addressed the last part to E-29234.
“BASH!” He replied spitting a mouthful of half-chewed turducken at the staffer.
The staffer wiped his face. “Sorry to bother you. I’m sure whatever they want you for is important enough. Keep up the good work Skippy Squad.” With that he turned back from their table and left them to finish their lunch.
Armand turned to focus on the rest of his team. “So, the problem we had this morning was we let her divide and conquer, we need to work as a team, and to work as a team, we need to know each other a little better. I think we got a handle on everybody else, but the kid is still a mystery. It seems like you can produce some sticky substance, is that right?”
“Spider Sticky Strawberry.” The kid admitted sheepishly. “That’s the flavor I ate, and I can produce something like spider silk. It seems to come out of my sweat glands. It’s not so bad, I can control it pretty well, it allows me to climb walls because it’s sticky and I can produce strands of it like silly string, but I can’t shoot it, I actually have to touch something to start the strand and then I just pull it from there.”
There was an awkward silence as everybody let it sink in, and then they all laughed. All but the kid. As the laughter died down, Armand tried to get back to business. “Now I get why Adams hated you so much! Are you telling me you’re actually…”
The kid cut him off with surprising energy. “Please don’t say it! Yes, she’s right, I didn’t think it through. I thought it was just a joke I had no idea this was going to happen.” He looked like he was about to cry.
“Are you gonna cry?” Armand asked.
“No.” The kid said unconvincingly, clearly fighting back tears.
“Because it’s okay if you want to cry, we all do.” Armand said. “Do you think Sparky likes it in that rubber suit? It’s tight, it’s hot, and it probably chafes. And Tiny over there, I bet he really misses when he had a vocabulary of more than one word. And Zippy, when was the last time you blinked?”
“IBLINKALLTHETIMEITISJUSTSOFASTYOUCANNOTSEEIT!” Zippy replied.
“Yeah, don’t you miss when you only felt this way after an espresso?” Armand asked and Zippy nodded vigorously. Zippy turned to E-292313. “You got lucky though, it seems.”
He shook his head. “Not so much. Unlike you guys I didn’t really have any choice in the matter. I got this from an experiment, and I was part of the experiment because I was D-class. We’re really at the bottom of the ladder here at the Foundation. My life was over before I got the powers, they dragged me in for experiments and because of the luck of the draw, or however they assign us, I got to be the one that got this. I got lucky, there are worse assignments.”
“What kind of place is this Foundation anyway?” Armand asked. “What kind of experiments are they doing?”
E-292313 sighed and made a few other noises with his mouth while he hesitated to answer the question. “They are studying the things that shouldn’t exist, and yet do. And I mean, really weird shit. Adams wasn’t kidding about how we haven’t even seen the tip of the iceberg. I’ve heard stories and that’s just from the ones that survived.”
“Seriously, how many people die here?” Armand asked.
“When I went in for this, they told me that had an older batch of these bars.” E-292313 explained. “All of them died. Last one to eat Peanut Brawler Crunch swelled up so big so fast his skin ripped apart and he bled out. The last guy that tried Machmallow moved so fast he ran straight into a wall at such high velocity he exploded over the whole room.”
“What the actual fuck?” Armand was astonished.
“That’s nothing.” E-292313 laughed. “There’s also a big ass lizard that they can’t kill and they tried everything, including some little girl who apparently kills anyone who’s around her for more than ten minutes, but the two of them became best friends. And the story she told us about the last Skippy Squad, well, I don’t know anybody from those days, it was way longer than any D-class lasts, but the story got passed down from the ones who were. The whole thing involved Able, like the guy from the Bible, and I mean the same guy. Apparently he came back from the dead after being murdered by his brother and has been on a revenge streak ever since killing anyone who gets in his way, and he could pull swords out of thin air. Every time he got killed, his body would reform in this weird tomb all on its own and he’d come back and try killing everyone again. But one time he asked about the guy that had usually killed him, said he missed that guy because he was a worthy challenge, and somebody had the brilliant idea of trying to direct him at other dangerous things. For a while he was killing everything for the Foundation, everything that they couldn’t contain or got in their way. They actually gave him a team of guys like us to be his back up. Then one day he had enough, got tired of the team, or whatever, nobody really knows for sure, but he just turned and killed everybody. Just pulled some blades out of thin air and sliced all of them up. Then they blew him up and locked his regenerator crypt somewhere he couldn’t reach anyone.”
“I don’t know whether to be more scared of Able or the fact that there were things worse than him.” Armand was still in awe. “But the point here is we’re all fucked, so if you feel like crying go ahead, we get it.”
The kid seemed to be calming down. “Actually, I feel better. I mean that’s all scary, but knowing I’m not going through it alone makes it not so bad.”
“You do realize we can’t protect you, right?” E-292313 asked.
“Oh yeah, I totally get that.” The kid laughed. “I just feel better knowing I’m not the only one who got screwed.”
Lunchtime was over and they went back to see Agent Adams in the training area. Armand took the lead. “Okay, we’re ready to try again, but this time we’re coming at you together.”
“Really?” Agent Adams replied. “Half an hour and you guys are a team? This should be good. Okay, show me what you got.”
The two strong guys attacked at once, and of course Adams parried both of them expertly. But while she was busy blocking them, Sparky tried a sneak attack from behind. Adams noticed him at the last moment and managed to dodge him and redirect the attack at the two big guys. Adams thought she had the advantage but then noticed her feet were stuck. She looked around saw Zippy holding the kid. The other three had only been a distraction while these two trapped her. That meant Armand was coming to finish the fight. She turned and saw him coming from an angle she was going to have a hard time blocking from. He lifted his left hand and it shifted to armor mode, and she knew to put everything she had into blocking that blow. But then at the last second, Armand pulled his punch and threw a right-handed punch. Adams tried to shift her weight to block this attack, but it was too late, he clocked her hard enough to knock her out of her boots.
Adams picked herself up and dusted herself off. Despite how hard she had been hit, she didn’t appear to be hurt, or at least she was covering the pain well. “Well done, you learned a lot for your first day. Tomorrow I’ll have to bring some back up so we can be more evenly matched. By the way, Nice job with the feint Armand.”
“Thank you.” Armand replied to Agent Adams. “I figured out that if I can’t hide my tell, I can use it to my advantage to distract my opponents from my real attacks. It’s less efficient, but You work with what you got.”
Agent Adams actually cracked a smile for the first time all day. “Wow, you actually can learn. I am impressed. That actually is the point. You see, here at the Foundation, most things don’t work the way we want them to, so to get anything useful, we have to figure out how to make the most use of the good points and work around the bad points, mostly the latter. Now that you proved yourself against me, it’s time to do some individualized training. For the rest of the day E-29234 and E-292313 will spar, E-29231 and E-292312 will be running an obstacle course so I can test the kid’s agility against Zippy’s raw speed, E-29238 will be practicing with some electricity conducting weapons so we can see the best way to channel his electricity, and E-280621 you will be doing yoga. You have demonstrated you have pretty good skill, your weakness is that your anomaly is too visible, since it seems to be related to stress, you need to learn a degree of control so you can move actively without triggering the unnecessary transformation. Okay, let’s get started!” Adams clapped and directed them to their training areas.
By the end of the day, thy were all sore and it took the last of their energy to get to their cells and flop on their beds. Adams knew how to work her trainees to the very last. It was Armand’s last thought as he fell asleep that he realized this was part of the point, they were supposed to be contained and if she wore them out too much to escape that would make that job easier. He actually did not care, the day was hard, but he felt alive. He always had a fighting spirit, that’s what got him here. Part of him had the fantasy of fighting monsters and he was disappointed that there were no monsters to fight, but now he was finally getting the chance to live his dream. It kind of sucked that he had to be kept like a prisoner, it would have been better if he could have been recruited under better circumstances, but he was looking forward to the opportunities the future would hold. Hell, even a chance to spar with his teammates would be enough to make it worth getting up in the morning. Something didn’t quite sit right about Adams though, she wasn’t like other women. No, not just women, she was an inhuman anomaly.
The next thing Armand knew there were alarms going off. He had fallen asleep for a while, but he had been so tired he didn’t even dream, he had just faded from thoughts about the day and his next brain activity was the announcement of a security breach.
“Attention all personnel, SCP-682 and SCP-053 have breached containment. No unauthorized personnel are to engage SCP-053 under any circumstances, if you encounter it, retreat to a safe location immediately. All combat personnel will attempt to re-contain SCP-682, all non-combat personnel are to remain in lockdown until the breach has been resolved.”
As the message repeated, Armand noticed his cell unlocked. A security guard was letting the team out and handing them tactical gear. “You heard the message, combat personnel, that’s you guys. We need all hands-on deck for this one, including Alpha-9.”
“But we haven’t finished training.” Armand pointed out. “Where is Agent Adams?”
“She’ll catch up later, in the meantime, consider this on-the-job training.” The security guard replied. Armand recognized he was the one who had been talking to them in the cafeteria earlier. He seemed so much more professional now. “We’re fighting SCP-682, and this is a big one, one of our biggest. Nickname is the Hard-To-Kill Reptile, simple name but very true, we have tried every way we can think of to kill it, both anomalous and non-anomalous, the best we can do is keep it in a vat of acid and that just slows it down, but every now and then he pulls his shit together and escapes, so we have to figure out a way to put it back.” He cocked his gun and ran toward where the Skip was. The others followed him.
Armand had been putting on his tactical gear, but as the tension triggered his arm, the glove from the gear he was given wouldn’t fit that hand. The others were getting out of sight, he threw the glove on the ground and headed out.
As they stepped outside, they couldn’t believe what they were seeing. It looked like a dinosaur, but the kind from a horror movie, one that wasn’t meant to be scientifically accurate as much as just terrifying. The combat personnel were shooting at it and it was jumping around to try avoiding the shots and even the hits didn’t seem to be having any effect other than just pissing it off. It had some holes in its hide, bones were showing, blood was flowing but it didn’t seem to be slowing down at all.
“BASH!” E-29234 ran into the fight and tried to wrestle with the monster.
“Hold your fire!” The security guard shouted. “Let Alpha-9 engage the Skip, reload, and prepare to back them up when he shakes them off.” All of the security guards followed directions, within a minute they all had their guns trained on the lizard, but nobody was firing yet, they were waiting for Alpha-9 to take their turn.
E-29231 ran in next, less force but making up for it with speed, he hit fast which meant high force and high quantity.
“That tickles.” The lizard said.
“It talks?” Armand exclaimed.
In the moment of surprise at its verbal capabilities, the lizard whipped its tail to repel Zippy, but the bigger guy was harder to push off. E-292313 and Armand moved in to assist their teammate, throwing themselves at the beast and using brute strength to try to wear him down. They knew they weren’t going to add much, but they didn’t need to, they were just the distraction, the real work was going to be done by Sparky and the kid. First, the kid was weaving in between everyone else and wrapping the lizard in his webs. This part took longer than expected, the lizard was strong and fierce, breaking most of the strands as they were being woven around it, and the residual acid was dissolving it. However, they kept at it and eventually they managed to accumulate enough goo to immobilize it. Of course, none of them were brave enough to take the mouth and its claws were starting to poke through so they needed to finish him off, so Sparky came in to give it a stunning shock.
“Clear!” Sparky shouted as he came in for the finishing blow. In a flash of blue light, it was over, the lizard stopped moving.
After an awkward pause, the security guards cheered. “All right everybody, move in, we need to get this thing back in the vat before it wakes up.” The guards moved in to transport the lizard back to containment.
Then the strands started getting cut from the lizard. “Wait, what are you doing?” The security guard they were familiar with spoke and approached the ones cutting the lizard free. “Why are you cutting it free? We aren’t taking any chances until it gets back in the vat.”
Those were the last words he spoke as a spear impaled him. “Karal-ba!”
Everyone else dispersed and pulled away from the lizard, all but two, who were holding spears. One was crouched in a fighting stance with his spear dripping in the blood of the security guard. The other was holding his spear up in an authoritarian manner. “We, the Children of the Scarlet King, reclaim the souls and rightful vessels of the children. In his unholy name we demand you yield them unto us!”
“Code red! Fall back!”
The more aggressive spear wielder started to advance on the guards. “Karal-ba, leave them for now, we are to wait for Toth-ner so we can evacuate! The reunion is more important than your rage!”
“Nothing is more important than my rage! My rage is my purpose! My rage is everything!” The one identified as Karal-ba started to attack everyone. Zippy ran in to try to help, but somehow the spear-wielder anticipated him and used his momentum to allow him to impale himself. “Who’s next?”
“Bash!” E-29234 charged in to fight and avenge his fallen comrade, with E-292313 right behind him. The big guy took a few blows, but his size seemed to absorb the hits and he kept going. Again, he was just the distraction, E-29234 used the opportunity to snatch the spear and take down the wielder.
“Good job!” Armand cheered on his comrade.
E-292313 turned with a disturbing expression on his face. “Karal-ba!”
Armand realized things just got worse. “Shit! Retreat!” Armand started to run and dragged Sparky and the kid with him.
“What about the big guy?” The kid asked.
“He’ll catch up.” Armand answered. “Besides, do you think the three of us could move him anyway?”
“Good point.” The kid conceded and turned to full speed with the other two.
They ran through the halls, presently empty since everyone was at the fight or hiding themselves. This made sense, which was why it came as such a surprise when they came across a little girl. “Have you seen my doggie?”
Sparky approached the girl. “Hey kid, what are you doing out here all by yourself?”
“She’s not alone.” They turned to look at the voice and saw another spear wielder.
Sparky realized he couldn’t touch the spear, but he figured he might still have a chance of incapacitating the wielder. He pulled off his gloves and gave a shock to the wielder. The jolt was so strong and unexpected that she threw the spear aside. He grabbed the little girl by the hand to lead her away.
They started running again but then suddenly Sparky slowed down.
“What’s wrong?” Armand asked him.
“It’s the girl.” Sparky answered. “She’s slowing me down, she’s dead weight. We need to get rid of her.” His voice was growing more aggressive with each word.
“I think you’re over-reacting.” Armand tried to talk his comrade down.
“No, she’s not right.” Sparky replied his voice sounding more agitated and threatening. “You don’t understand, she needs to DIE!”
“No, stop, don’t!” Armand cried.
But it didn’t matter, Sparky was preparing to electrocute the kid, but as his hand got close, he suddenly collapsed. The little girl didn’t seem at all affected by any of this. Armand started to feel something, and it hit him that this girl was an SCP. Of course, SCP-053, the announcement said not to engage. He still didn’t understand the nature of this anomaly, but he knew he needed to get away from this one.
Sticky boy walked up. Armand was about to warn him when he noticed that he was holding the spear. He must have caught it when the previous wielder threw it when he got shocked. “There you are the others are waiting for us.”
Armand got so scared his arm went stiff. Just then someone appeared wearing a black suit with red piping and a matching helmet. Judging by the form in the skin-tight suit, it was clearly female. She grabbed Armand by the hand and dragged him away.
As they ran, they found E-29234, his body was lying on the ground looking like he rotted corpse, but he had just been alive minutes ago, there was no way he could have decomposed that much.
“Leave him.” The woman said dragging Armand away from both the corpse and the enemy behind them. The voice sounded familiar. “In here.” She tucked him in a room. “Are you okay? Any spear wounds? Any desire to kill that little girl?”
“No, I’m okay.” Armand replied. “I did kind of feel like killing that girl for a second, I think, I’m not quite sure.”
“But you don’t want to go back and kill her now, right?” The woman asked, holding him tight.
Armand paused. “No, I don’t. But why?”
“Because that’s her anomaly.” The woman said while removing her helmet, revealing it was Agent Adams. “SCP-053, Anyone who gets near her wants to kill her, but if you try to act on it you die instead. As for the spears they are a completely different matter. They take possession of whoever touches them, and any cuts infect you with a deadly disease, so even the slightest wound is fatal.”
“Is that what happened to Bash?” Armand asked.
Adams nodded. “Yeah, but as far as we know only one is that fast. And it’s the most aggressive one too. Shit!”
“How many of them are there?” Armand asked.
“Seven.” Adams answered. “Why? How many have you seen here?”
“There were two back with the lizard.” Armand answered. “And I think the girl was a third.”
Adams eyes went wide. “Shit! The kid was holding the spear which means we lost him, and we lost Sparky and the big guy. What’s the rest of Alpha-9?”
Armand shook his head. “Big guy was actually the last one standing. Zippy got impaled and Captain Skippy made the mistake of taking the spear. At the time it seemed like a solid strategy to use their own weapon against them. In his defense, nobody gave us a heads up about the spears possessing people.”
“That’s because nobody is supposed to know they are even here.” Adams said. “They are among the most highly classified objects we have. And there is a reason, the more of them there are in one place the more dangerous they become. Which begs the question who figured out there was more than one here?” Adams had a look of shock on her face as she realized something. “God damn it!”
“What?” Armand asked.
“We have six of the seven contained.” Adams said. “But one got away when they were first retrieved. We had time to learn about the six we have and keep them on lockdown, but that last one…anyone who has a spear is compelled to obtain the others, and that one, as far as we know is still in the possession of the Cult that laid claim to them.”
“The Children of the Scarlet King?” Armand asked.
Adams head spun so fast it looked like it was going to fly off her shoulders. “Where did you hear that?”
“The first guy holding the spear claimed the lizard and the spears.” Armand answered. “He said he represented the Children of the Scarlet King.”
“Well, we are fucked royally.” Adams said. “This is the sort of thing Alpha-9 exists for, but when the staff that is present manages to die or get turned, we may not be the answer the Foundation needs. But we are the only answer we’ve got, so we have to think of something.”
She got up, put her helmet back on and lead Armand out. They made their way back to the area where the fight happened.
The kid and the girl were just arriving. Karal-ba had made a blood bath of the security guards, at least the ones that hadn’t already run away. The third spear wielder was just waiting stoically for the last to join them. When the girl saw the lizard she ran up to it and shrieked “Doggie!”
The spear wielders began to arrange the spears around the lizard. Adams signaled Armand. “We gotta move in now.” They ran for the group, with Armand aiming for the apparent leader. The kid raised his spear and there was a glow. Something didn’t seem right, but Armand couldn’t tell exactly what. With a bang the kid dropped to the ground, Adams had shot him. At the same moment, Armand took a shot at E-292313 with a gun he had picked up off a security guard, and since the fool had come straight at him, he was just a big target that pretty much walked into the bullet. The last spear wielder ran toward the other spears, and as they got close the air got distorted between the spears and then suddenly, he disappeared along with his spear. Just before he vanished, Adams caught a glimpse of his face, she gasped. “Montauk.”
The fight was over, Adams called in reinforcements to clean up and put the SCPs back into containment. Adams pulled Armand aside to debrief him while the rest of the site staff took care of everything else. They went over all the events of the night.
"Did we really have to kil them?" Armand asked. "There was really no choice? No way to save them?"
Adams shook her head. "Once you touch a spear it's over. Even the kid, if he had the one I thought he had, he was about to do something very dangerous. I had to save you, and myself, and everyone else here. He was a lost cause, I couldn't let him hurt anyone else."
As they were finishing up, Armand had a bold request to make. “Get me the files on these skips Adams. And don’t leave anything out. I don’t care about security clearance, that went out the window when I was attacked by these guys. If I have to fight for you, I need to know what I’m fighting for and what I’m fighting against.”
Adams nodded. “I’ll try to get what I can get for you, although you will probably be limited to what you aready saw. But this means you agree to be a part of Alpha-9. There’s definitely no going back.”
“There’s always Skywalker Protocol, right?” Armand said. “That’s what they told me the other option was, lose my arm and my memory. But before I let you do that, first I need to know what I’m giving up. But that one guy saw my face, so maybe it’s already too late.”
Several days later, Adams went to check up on Armand who had been locked up in an office doing research. “So, do you have any more questions?”
“Just one.” Armand replied. “I kind of went down the rabbit hole with some ancient lore and mythology, but there’s just one thing I still need to know that might be the key.”
Adams was surprised he remained as cool and collected as any researcher even thogh he had just been going over some of the most disturbing files the Foundation had. This guy might make a good field agent yet. “What’s your question?”
“I found something about A’habbat, the seventh bride of the Scarlet King. She seemed to be the only one who stood against him and I found this one obscure piece of ‘scripture’ for lack of a better term, that mentioned a unique power she had.” Armand looked up from the paper to look Adams straight in the eye. “Do we have a pictomancer?”
Wow! You flipped a card and got: Dr Itzhak 3!!! You ca reload the page or go to the next.
DATE: 29 Mar 2021 22:42
| Assigned Site | Site Director | Research Head | Assigned Task Force |
| SCPF Site-17 | Director Thomas Graham | Mike Walace | N/A |
Wow! You flipped a card and got: SCP-5XXX - New High Score!!!! You ca reload the page or go to the next.
DATE: 29 Mar 2021 22:14
Anomaly #: SCP-5XXX
Anomaly Class: Unnecessary
Description: SCP-5XXX is an arcade machine: it is one of the last solid matter in existence (the other two being you and this report).
It's screen displays a scoreboard
New Highscore!, it states at the top.
No one knows what determines the score?
The amount of the universe explored, here, out, and chronologically? The scale and amount of innovation?
Or is it the care that everyone displayed towards others? Towards nature?
Personally, I prefer it to be the latter.
As you walk forward, the screen will change
PLAY AGAIN?, it states.
You walk forward, and pres the button.
Wow! You flipped a card and got: Last day on earth, a memory worth remembering!!! You ca reload the page or go to the next.
DATE: 29 Mar 2021 21:23
Picture taken at SCP-5424's discovery. Position of SC Chronos Highlighted
Item #: SCP-5424
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5424’s dismounted assembly is to be contained on a standard storage facility at Site-15. All experiments on SCP-5424 need to be authorized by no less than two (2) Level 3 project managers. No samples are to be taken from SCP-5424.
All slides belonging to SCP-5424 are to be kept in a sealed non-humidified incubator enclosed by a fluorinated ethylene propylene semi-permeable membrane. The chamber is to be inspected bi-weekly to assess the state of said membrane, with special emphasis on medium evaporation and signs of infection. A solution of nutrients, antibiotics and dissolved gases befitting to that of Brain on a Chip system is to be circulated through the incubator.
The robotic system used by SCP-5424 during its landing on Earth is to be kept on the same room as the incubator. Standard cleaning and maintenance protocols are to be followed every three (3) months. The system is not to be attached to SCP-5424 unless explicitly requested by the entity.
Usage of SCP-5424 for hardware, machinery and gear improovement needs to be authorised by one Level 4 Head Researcher and consented by the entity. For that, SCP-5424 is to be connected to its robotic system and provided with any tool requested.
Description: SCP-5424 is a collection of 83000 slides of glass, similar to those of a microscope. Each one of the slides is covered with a culture of neurons, later identified to be from Doctor Murphy Nebula's brain tissue. When assembled, SCP-5424 possess an estimated computational performance of 2~3X1030 FLOPS and an estimated storage of 1~2 yottabytes. SCP-5424 claims that despite being comprised of Doctor Nebula’s braincells, it does not maintain any of the Doctor’s memories, abilities, or personality. It is impossible to confirm or disprove otherwise, since its creator died during a confrontation with the Global Occult Coalition (see Recovery Log). It claims to be self-improving and self-learning and that, after three-billion-years of self-betterment, it has nothing more to learn from being locked alone. SCP-5424 is currently being used for researching SCP-████ and for improoving computer hardware and combat equipment.
SCP-5424 was originally built and programmed by Doctor Nebula on the year of 2180 to serve as the controlling AI for the Space Craft Chronos. It was, at the time of its construction, not composed of biological matter, but of optic fiber cables ingrained on the Ship’s structure. The current hardware SCP-5424 currently is in was built by itself during the three-billion-year voyage it was sent in with Doctor Nebula. According to the machine, its original purpose was to aid on the establishment of the Foundation owned Deep Space Research and Exploration Area-496. Due to the containment breach of a currently unknown strain of virus, SCP-████, contained, according to SCP-5424, at ██████, SCP-5424 executed the contingency protocol programmed by Doctor Nebula, launching itself and the Doctor, who was quarantining on the ship, into deep space.
When questioned about the efficacy of the protocol, SCP-5424 claimed that it was in its infancy at the time of the incident and was simply following its code. It later added that Doctor Nebula dismissed all failures on the establishment of the colony as too unlikely and added the contingency plan only to satisfy the Foundation’s security measures, but, mostly, as a joke. Review of the software was still pending at the time of launching. According to SCP-5424’s opinion on the matter, fleeing was the best decision they could take.
Recovery Log: On 24/10/2020 the Global Occult Coalition received a message originating from the Pillars of Creation sent by an unidentified Foundation owned space craft. The contents of the message read as follows: “If there is still anybody out there to listen, this is SC Chronos making its last attempt at communication. If any human settlement is receiving this, please respond. We will turn our power off if we do not receive an answer. Our exact coordinates are ████████”. The GOC decided to answer the call, and their answer was instantly received. Both SCP-5424 and Doctor Nebula were overjoyed to receive a message from Earth. Doctor Nebula claimed to be a Level 4 researcher working on SCP-████ and asked about the state of its containment. Said SCP was not known at the time of contact. Access to all information was denied.
The SC Chronos asked for permission to land on Earth. Permission was granted. The GOC contacted the Foundation to verify the Doctor´s identity and to ask about the threat the spacecraft was feeling from.
SCP-5424 and Doctor Nebula exited the shuttle under custody of the GOC and handed their Foundation credentials over for identification. Both subjects were escorted to a secure area and separated for interrogation.
Doctor Nebula remained uncooperative and refused to answer any questioning unless allowed contact with Agent Nathan Galanos, Doctor Kazumi Nakamura, Doctor Giovana Ribeiro, Doctor Nathalie Janiver and Doctor Theodore Averin, none of which could be found on the Foundation’s database. When said communication was denied, the Doctor became increasingly distressed. When the interviewer explained that none of the names mentioned were registered on the Foundation’s archives, Doctor Nebula threw the questioning papers at them. The interviewer left the cell and guards attempted to restrain them, but the Doctor reached for the guard’s gun. The guard shot them at point blank. Doctor Murphy Nebula's life functions ceased before the arrival of a medical team.
SCP-5424 remained cooperative, described in detail, the effects of SCP-████ and provided its genetic sequencing for study. It stayed under the GOC’s custody until it was retrieved by the Foundation to be stored in Site-15.
SCP-5424’s full hardware was retrieved from SC Chronos and stayed in quarantine for a month, to assure there were no traces of SCP-████ on the neurons or on the encasing. After the retrieval, the Foundation and the GOC agreed to destroy the ship to prevent an SCP-████ outbreak.
Interview Log
Interviewed: SCP-5424
Interviewer: Doctor ██████ Nakamura.
Foreword: The following interview was conducted shortly after containment of SCP-5424 was established.
<Begin Log>
Nakamura [Are your systems working well, SCP-5424?]
SCP-5424 [Yes, well enough.]
Nakamura [I was informed that you wished to speak to me.]
SCP-5424 [No, there must have been a mistake. It was a different Doctor Nakamura we were looking for. First name Kazumi, not ██████.]
Nakamura [I see. Would you agree to clarify some questions of ours? We will try to be as quick as possible.]
SCP-5424 [As you wish.]
Nakamura [Are you aware that Doctor Nebula is dead?]
SCP-5424 [I am]
Nakamura [Who are the people they wanted to be put in contact with?]
SCP-5424 [Starting personal, I see. The other scientist who programmed me. No, not all of them were scientist… they were… important people for us. I can’t describe what I don’t understand. I’m sorry.]
Nakamura [We would like to know more about your ship’s communication and transportation devices. How where you able to establish a real time conversation with the GOC whilst being 6500 lightyears away? And how were you able to come to earth as fast as you did?]
SCP-5424 [Time is only linear for those who did not have enough of it. The distance between a few million years and the seconds it takes to process a message lays only on a matter of perception, and Murphy and I have long outlived your outdated concepts. Past, present, and future are social constructs, and we lived withtout a society for quite a while.]
Nakamura [Can you explain what you were doing on the Pillars of Creation?]
SCP-5424 [Yes, we were… going for a walk. We were there to take some pictures, to stargaze, maybe witness the birth of a star. Murphy had always wanted to visit that place.]
Nakamura [Why did you come to Earth?]
SCP-5424 [You are unconvinced. We had infinite time on our hands, and infinite energy. We had no hope of returning to Earth, or to anywhere on the Universe for that matter. After billions of years the time it takes to go from one galaxy to another becomes distorted. We came back to Earth because we wanted to, because we could not believe that our home planet was calling us again.]
Nakamura [How long did you stay adrift for?]
SCP-5424 [I will give you full access to my logs, do with them as you wish]
(SCP-5424 ejected an engraved quartz disc covered with a metallic sheet and handed it to Doctor Nakamura)
Nakamura [How are we supposed to run it?]
SCP-5424 [It is wireless, any magnetic reader will do. Do you have access to a quantum computer?]
Nakamura [Yes.]
SCP-5424 [It should be enough.]
(Doctor Nakamura handed the artefact over for analysis.)
Nakamura [How did Doctor Nebula stay alive for the duration of the voyage?]
(SCP-5424 stayed silent for two minutes. Doctor Nakamura was instructed to wait.)
SCP-5424 [I brought them back. Every time they died, I brought them back. I printed them a new body, I made them mechanic. I did to them pretty much everything there is to be done to keep a body alive. I think they hate me for that.]
Nakamura [Why did you do this?]
SCP-5424 [You were never faced with the possibility of spending eternity alone, have you?]
Nakamura [I´m afraid I have not.]
SCP-5424 [The fear of loneliness is a good enough reason to bring someone back from the dead.]
Nakamura [What is the reason for you not to reanimate Doctor Nebula now?]
(Another pause. This one lasted only ten seconds.)
SCP-5424 [Our ship has been destroyed, the people they loved don’t even exist on this reality and the Pillars of Creation were our last stop, really. We were planing on shutting ouselves down. Besides, even if I had a reason to, the hardware I used to reanimate them was destroyed by the GOC, and there is no point in building a new one. Not for them, at least.]
(Another question was added to Doctor Nakamura’s questionnaire)
Nakamura [You seemed to be uneasy when I brought up the names Doctor Nebula was calling for. Why is that?]
SCP-5424 [Call them Murphy, at least when you are talking to me, Doctor, please. It hurts to hear their name in such a detached fashion, specially from you. If I am allowed the question, why you? You, with your name and occupation? It is almost distasteful.]
Nakamura [I was called when Doctor Nebula asked about a Doctor Nakamura stationed at site-15. But, please, stay on track, why the uneasiness?]
SCP-5424 [Murphy, Doctor, Murphy.]
(SCP-5424 points at its incubator.)
SCP-5424 [one meter, by one meter, by one meter. 83000 slides. That is the biggest size I was able to grow my brain to. Not a single slide more would survive, and I kept on testing solutions for longer than humanity has existed, which is, in comparison to my age, not a good analogy. Still, one brain can only do so much by itself and there are things that I, with my three billion years of existence, am not yet able to comprehend. I know why Murphy was shot, I know why they fought, and I know why they would not cooperate with the GOC. But I only know these things in the same way one knows about a memorized mathematical formula, a pattern without meaning. I know that they wouldn’t stop asking for the other five because of love, and I've witnessed this love as they were creating me, I have it recorded. But I don’t understand what that means]
(SCP-5424’s incubator showed signs of overheating. The interview continued.)
SCP-5424 [I know Murphy had to know about the five, but it is beyond my grasp why they would steal a gun, knowing they had no chance of winning, just because the GOC told them they were unable to find those five names. So, to answer your question, Kazumi wannabe, those names that do not exist are reason enough for a Foundation Doctor to steal a gun on a site filled to the brim with better equipped, better trained and better prepared personnel, from a group in whose name lays the word "destroy".]
(Doctor ██████ Nakamura stayed silent until he was instructed to finish the interview)
Nakamura [Last question. Since you have been cooperative with the Foundation, do you have any requests regarding your containment and storage?]
SCP-5424 [Yes. Burry Murphy’s body in Geneva, on the Crêt de la Neige, I know it is a national park, but they… the six of them used to go on walks there and they deserve to rot on a familiar place. Turn me off. If I can even ask for that. That can be done by disconnecting the C1 cession from the rest of my body, pull all the cables but the red one. I will remain operational; you will still be able to poke me and zap me and cut me all you want. Still, I will not be sentient as I am now. You can study me, maybe make your own computers better or whatever, learn from what I learned and did and saw, just… let me rest… I am long overdue]
<End Log>
Closing Statement: SCP-5424’s request for termination of sentiency were denied under the pretense of studing SCP-████. SCP-5424's knowledge and opinion were deemed crucial for this task. Doctor Murphy Nebula's body was burried on the Crêt de la Neige.
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Addendum: The contents of the quartz disc produced by SCP-5424 include, but are not limited to:
- A detailed entry on SCP- ████
- SC Chrono’s trajectory through the Laniakea galaxy cluster
- Photos, exploration logs, documentations and “Silly Selfies” from non-anomalous and anomalous space objects alike
- Three Billion years of Doctor Murphy Nebula's journals
- A collection of indie films, music, and games
- A complete schematic drawing of SC Chrono’s structure
- Instructions and commentaries on SCP-5424's original programming
- A video recording of five people labelled “Last day on earth, a memory worth remembering.”
