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DATE: 08 Jun 2021 12:14
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DATE: 08 Jun 2021 07:40
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DATE: 08 Jun 2021 06:25
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: EUCLID
Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of SCP-XXXX there is no substantial containment procedure at this time.
Description: SCP-XXXX is what can most closely be described as a dream experienced by a seemingly random variety of humans. Though the only details that can be obtained is through “survivors” of SCP-XXXX, research personnel are beginning to grasp a clearer understanding of its functionality. Gaining information on SCP-XXXX has been exceedingly difficult as most who are believed to have experienced it have failed to wake, falling into an incurable coma. Through the use of online message boards, field investigators were able to find a comparatively small group of individuals who all state they have experienced the same dream, or The Spiral Doors, as they commonly refer to it.
Within the dream, every individual has stated they begin in a lush countryside setting standing before a 19th century farm house, completed with 3 stories and a wrap around porch. Upon close inspection it appears to be a normal house. Looking through the windows reveals average furnishings for the time period, even a large barn and rolling farmland behind where it sits. All in all, completely normal. Where it starts to get weird, is the moment an individual decides to step inside. Those who don’t report they simply woke up after their decision.
Once inside, each individual reports they are met with, not the lovely 19th century furnishings seen from the outside windows, but instead a large round room, completely foreign in shape and size from the supposed layout of the house they had just seen. A look around brings to sight a variety of different modeled doors encircling the room, along with a spiral staircase reaching up along the circumference. The doors continue intermittently following the staircase upwards. From here, no doors appear to be the same. In the very center stands an elevator shaft. The doors strand closed with a sign that reads: “OUT OF ORDER”. Should they thing to turn around, they find the front door they just stepped through, to have vanished.
At this point, all individuals perceive a different variety of doors, each description of the first few never matching another’s. Although, all report feeling a sudden sense of dread. The quick feeling of a fight or flight response urging them toward any door as fast as possible. Most say they beeline for the closest door, others making it a couple flights before giving into the severely uneasy feeling. Some say a few doors were locked before finding an open one. From here each specific experience varies. In summary what the doors lead to are a multitude of different rooms or buildings. Some are as average as a bedroom for even bathroom, others are complete apartment complexes or businesses. It is though that each door leads to a specific kind of building space, be it large or small. The only access to these spaces is through one of the doors from the spiral staircase. Though the spaces often have windows, nothing but blackness can be perceived through them. Electricity and lighting appear to function normally.
None can say why the center makes them feel so frightened as none have seen anything to provoke such. Each one simply wakes up after exploring enough to happen across a door that leads back outside. Each description of the outside door is different from the other, leading researchers to believe that each layout of doors, regardless of similarly experienced rooms, is random.
Each individual explains they see no people, animals, or even plants during their explorations. It is thought that each instance of “The Spiral Doors” is specifically tailored to each individual and perhaps those in a coma have not been lucky enough to find the way out. However since those asleep cannot speak for themselves, that actual number of those affected is a matter of theory. There is no clear pattern of those interviewed among the “survivors” and all state they never had the dream again.
There is no solid way to contain SCP-XXXX at this time. While it is not thought to be highly dangerous as none are sure to have actually died from it, any information that could lead to a pattern or clearer understanding would greatly benefit those who are believed to have experienced the (as of now) negative effects.
ADDED NOTES:
5/30/21
-Since its discovery two years prior, a small yet noticeable amount of humans have fallen into comas, suspected to be the result of SCP-XXXX.
6/7/2021
- Field investigators have begun looking into a specific individual who is said to have experienced SCP-XXXX more than once, the only known to do so. Individual will be brought to research site [REDACTED] for interview and testing.
Author notes:
More scp’s relating to this particular one are in the works, as well as interview and report documents, also a tale and various refinements.
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DATE: 08 Jun 2021 05:27
CAPTION-GOES-HERE
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Appolyon
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is not to be constructed and/or spoken by any Foundation personnel, except for Class D personnel involved in testing. Discussing the roots of SCP-XXXX is also forbidden. There are currently no known methods of preventing the usage of SCP-XXXX by any who fall victim to its effects. Tests can only be ran with the approval of a member of the Overseer Council. Currently, SCP-XXXX can only be recorded through the single sheet of paper it is written on, stored in a folder within a locked drawer in Dr. ███████'s desk. Opening this file is forbidden unless necessary for testing purposes. Recording SCP-XXXX using audio recording devices will no longer be attempted..
Description: SCP-XXXX is a word of Latin origin which combines the verb, ████████ (to █████) with the noun ████ (██████). The usage of the word has no known history beyond the meaning, and it is unlikely the usage will spread when any instance of it appears. The word is capable of transferring knowledge of itself into the minds of individuals whom have had family that previously fell under its effect. SCP-XXXX appears as a thought in the mind of these individuals, who then have an urge to speak or shout the word. A subject saying the word means all nearby individuals who hear it now know it, causing them to also say or shout the word. For 46 seconds after initially hearing SCP-XXXX, there is no noticeable occurrence, and everything seems as it was before the word was spoken. Upon 46 seconds being passed, all subjects affected by SCP-XXXX slowly begin disappearing and "fading" out of existence for 3 to 13 seconds. It is currently not possible to make physical contact with the subject during this moment. Some clothing items go with a disappearing individual, but small accessory items do not.
When audio recordings are made of SCP-XXXX, the device used will function normally for 46 seconds until suddenly it can no longer be used. Recording a subject saying it only works for visuals - an audio recording always ends in corruption or the inability to use related devices. This makes keeping knowledge of the anomaly very difficult. When the successful recordings have been shown to deaf individuals who can read lips, they cannot tell what word is being said as "there is nothing that looks remotely similar" to the mouth of the subject speaking.
The Foundation has been breached on 2 occasions by SCP-XXXX. Knowledge of the first incident is limited, as all recordings were lost due to the effect on electronic equipment. A total loss of 41 personnel were lost, including 3 researchers, 15 security personnel, and 23 D-Class personnel.
Following the first incident, it was immediately clear that the cause was anomalous in nature.
On the second incident, SCP-XXXX was spoken by D-87799382, causing a total loss of 212 Foundation personnel, including 142 D-Class personnel, 44 security personnel, and 26 researchers. This lasted around 4 minutes starting with D-87799382 shouting the word to nearby security and D-Class personnel, and ending with researchers hearing it from nearby security personnel. The final minute was a panic as all subjects who heard the word began understanding they would disappear shortly. The word was written across the top of a sheet of paper by a researcher, and placed in a folder before another wrote "DO NOT READ" across it. Footage of the incident was corrupted, but removing the audio from the automatic backups helped to save it. It took an additional loss of 2 personnel specialized in language to write out the origin and meaning of the word after the event. 12 D-Class personnel were then lost in the failed recording of the word, which destroyed several types of audio equipment. No individuals involved were notified of the effects of the word, other than official personnel being told not to read or say what is on the paper. (See Testing Logs).
After an extremely thorough search of all lost individuals in the first incident, it was discovered afterwards that the event could only have been caused by facility guard █████ ████████, whose first cousin went missing along with 5 friends during a camping trip. All close relatives of those missing are currently being monitored, but nothing can yet be done to prevent disappearance or usage of SCP-XXXX. Three (3) relatives have already disappeared, seemingly through usage of the word. Two (2) were related to one individual, making disappearances seemingly random. Approval for termination of these relatives (as to not spread the word further) is pending.
A look into D-87799382's family history showed his mother went missing around 8 years ago, with absolutely no trace of her left behind. She was last seen at a work-related event, which nobody attending ever returned from, except for a single deaf individual. No close relatives exist of D-87799382, but distant relatives are being monitored with no notable events taking place.
Addendum 1 - Incident 1
Addendum 2- Test Logs
(adden: someone who cant say it to others, someone who cant speak, incident of when it was obtained, the 2 researchers writing it down and disappearing, animal, deaf guy interview?)
include email of how it's not allowed to become a part of a bigger project
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DATE: 08 Jun 2021 05:18
Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of SCP-XXXX, containment is neither possible or necessary. In the unlikely event that an individual is affected by SCP-XXXX, said person is to be taken into custody, and any witnesses are to be given appropriate amnestic treatment.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a variable television advertisement which is capable of manifesting on any channel. When a viewer purchases an advertised item, they will experience the transformation of the skin of their back into dollar bills, totaling in the amount the viewer paid for the item. No harm occurs to the subject, and they are able to operate as if the change had never occured. The items advertised by SCP-XXXX are always of very poor quality and commercial value. Examples include: a pile of feces, a blade of grass, a damaged disk of the film Super Mario Bros., a grain of sand, and three shards of glass.
Further Logs Missing. Contact RAISA For More Information.
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DATE: 08 Jun 2021 01:52
Chapter 01. A Hardworking Dock Manager
Tomoyo Tamika, a dock manager at the Havo City Docks.
City Security flies above and around the city and between the buildings in their small, three-man ships. The majestic towers and beautiful streets are filled with people, horses, and cars. A train could be seen running through the city, transporting civilians from one district to the next. The tracks merge and separate, creating massive railyards at the city center and the docks.
In the docks, hammering, machinery, and shouting fill the air. The airships cautiously direct their tips towards the docking towers, perfectly locking in. Civilians load up into the massive ships as workers shuffle left and right, carrying cargo and tying down the ships to anchors on each dock. They come and go, being pushed back and taking off to make room for the incoming ships.
The City of Havo.
"LET'S GET THOSE CEDARS UP!" Tomoyo shouts towards the workers. She watches as two smaller airships are pushed back and launched into the air. Resting her hands on her hips, Tomoyo steps back a little, unaware of the heavily clothed man behind her, and bumps into him.
"Oop! Sorry about that," she exclaims, turning briefly to look at the man.
The man replies, "No worries, just wondering-"
Tomoyo runs off before the man can finish his sentence, shouting, "I NEED FOUR ON THE PORT SIDE!" Quickly grabbing a rope and tying down a docking ship.
After tying the ship to the ground, she looks back at the man, covered in head to toe in fabric, his face barely visible. Her eyes then direct themselves to his friend. He appeared young, with white hair and goggles, looking as if he was being dragged along with the man. Tomoyo subconsciously brings her hand up to her own white bangs before remembering she was still at work.
"FIVE SEVEN EIGHT!" She shouts towards the dock workers.
"COPY!" The workers shout back at her as four airships leave the dock.
She briefly looks back where the mysterious man and his white-haired friend were, noticing they had disappeared. A dock communications officer shouts to her.
"TAMIKO!" He shouts, "WE HAVE TWO FEDERATION SHIPS COMING IN AT DOCKS NINE AND TEN!"
"COPY!" She shouts back, "DESIGNATE DOCKS NINE AND TEN."
The communications officer nods, shutting the door of the booth and continuing to speak into the phone.
Tomoyo orders some workers, "DOCKS NINE AND TEN, MARK FIVE TWO-"
Without warning, a massive explosion could be heard from inside the city. Tomoyo instinctively ducks before turning as the shockwave produces a deafening sound at the docks, nearly knocking her down. She stands straight and grabs her binoculars to observe the smoke that grew from the city.
All heads and faces turn to see where the sound came from, some even removing their hats out of shock. A golden silence overtook the docks as everyone watched, not knowing what to do. Cargo was lightly set down and the phone booths went silent. The oxygen was sucked out of the air, leaving everyone motionless. A second explosion could be heard, though less powerful as before. All that followed was a smoke cloud and silence. City security could be seen swarming the skies above the site of the explosions.
"Shit." Tomoyo comments.
The ear-raping sound of metal on metal, coming from a ship scraping against the docking tower broke the silence. Dockworkers scramble to secure any docking or docked ships as security runs through the docks, rifles in hand. Tomoyo turns back towards the docks.
"PROTOCOL FIFTEEN. PROTOCOL FIFTEEN," she orders at the top of her lungs, "TURN BACK ANY SHIPS THAT ENTER, DOCK THE ONES WE HAVE RIGHT NOW."
Communications officers scramble to redirect ships before more chaos ensues. Dockworkers run left and right, up and down, to tie down the ships and to secure the cargo. Civilians are escorted out by the city security as bomb-sniffing dogs to search the warehouse. Massive traffic manifests outside of the docks, filling the air with the sound of airships hovering. Tomoyo turns back towards the city.
"What the hell…"
Chapter 02. Escape.
Zen Caddel, known extremist and terrorist, fugitive of the City of Havo.
Running. The sound of airships hovering over his position fills the air. The city sirens wail out, sending more fear and adding to the chaos of the city. His sword at his side, explosives in his pocket, and a crossbow on his back. He was ready for war and looked the part. Sprinting down the open street, Zen threw a few more sticks of dynamite behind him.
Boom. Boom. Boom. More explosions and more smoke filled the air as the city security desperately chased him. He turns the corner to an empty street. The airships open fire on his position. A few dozen bullets riddle the streets, just barely missing him. He rapidly turns into an alley, hidden from the city. Zen Caddel, wanted terrorist and was known for his ability to escape the police. A nice title to add to the collection, he thought.
He stops for a moment, catching his breath. Laughing at the chaos he has caused yet again, he throws over his thick clothing and spots Ace.
"About time," Zen mumbles.
Ace walks towards Zen, "Well it's not my fault I'm an insane terror- WOAH!"
Zen grabs Ace by the wrist, dragging him along and into the semi-crowded streets. The airships begin to circle the area, looking for anyone or anything suspicious.
"Stay low," he orders Ace, "you never know where they're hiding."
Ace looks up at Zen, "What?"
Zen shushes Ace, eavesdropping on a conversation between some city security officers and a commander.
"Set up a perimeter," the commander stands firm, "check everyone coming in and out of this region."
"Yes sir," the officers reply before running off.
"Looks like we're gonna need a new way out," Ace smirks.
Taking his words into consideration, Zen begins to think.
"Whatchu gonna do smart boy?"
A lightbulb illuminates up above Zen's head.
"This way," he replies, hurriedly dragging Ace back into the alley. He walks towards a sewer cover and gestures for Ace to help him open it.
Ace's face lights up with disgust, "Hell no I'm not going in there."
Two officers could be heard walking past the entrance of the alley.
Zen stares at Ace dead in the eyes, "Get in here, or we're both dead."
"On second thought," Ace moves towards the sewer cover, helping Zen lift it. The duo hops in, Zen first, and close the cover behind them.
Sewers under the City of Havo, used as an escape route for Zen Caddel after the bombings.
Zen jumps down, clearing the area around him. Steadily climbing down, Ace's foot slips on the ladder, causing him to fall back. Zen runs quickly to grab him, catching him before he touches the ground.
"Thanks," Ace says as he's brought back up to his feet.
Zen gestures for Ace to follow, running swiftly through the sewers. The stench nearly knocks out Ace as they run. Zen stops at a T-intersection, looking left and right. He motions left before disappearing behind a corner. As Ace turns the corner, a blinding light overtakes him, causing him to slip in the water.
Zen continues to run, not noticing that his "partner" had slipped. Reaching the end of the tunnel, his feet crunch in a thin layer of snow, creating an unstealthy sound just outside the city gate. Rapidly looking left and right, he finds his horse.
"Wait up!" Ace exclaims as he gets back up and catches up with Zen.
The duo sprint towards the horse, with Zen taking control and Ace sitting behind.
"HIYA!" Zen snaps the reins, sending the horse in a sprint away from the city. Ace struggles to hold on for dear life as they ride into the distance.
Chapter 03. Greetings, Inspector.
Inspector Miyamizu, Federation Security Bureau, FSB, assigned to the case of Zen Caddel after the bombings of Havo.
"WE GOT SIX FEDERATION SHIPS COMING! FULL DOCK FOR RESUPPLY!" A communications officer screams at Tomoyo.
"COPY," she shouts back, "DESIGNATE SECTOR BACTA FOR FULL DOCK AND RESUPPLY!"
The communications officer shuts the booth closed, continuing to direct airships through the telephone. Tomoyo runs to Sector Bacta, the rarely-used military section of the dock, alongside dozens of her fellow dockworkers. They immediately get to work, teams splitting up to handle the landings while others run into the warehouse, carrying crates of munitions and food for the naval ships. She steps out towards the edge, grabbing her binoculars wrapped around her neck.
Through the shined lenses, six beautiful airships flow over the land, a battleship, a cruiser, a destroyer, and three frigates overtake the sky with their beauty. In the battleships, he stands at the bridge, watching as the City of Havo slowly reveals itself over the horizon.
Inspector Miyamizu's Battleship, The Viscount.
"Inspector Miyamizu," one of the bridge officers calls out to him. Miyamizu turns to where his name was called as the bridge officer continues, "we will be docking at Sector Bacta shortly."
"Thank you, Lieutenant," he replies, turning back towards the window.
A soldier of the Silent Guard, a specially trained unit under the direct command of Grand Admiral Sakagami and his trusted officers.
Tomoyo puts the binoculars down, pivoting to watch the movement on the dock.
"MARK FIVE TWO NINE!" She screams at the top of her lungs.
"COPY!" The dockworkers shout back.
Commotion left and right as the cargo is prepared, the docking towers raised, and anchors secured. Tomoyo watches as a crate containing ammo is dropped, sending thousands of tiny round bullets across the cobblestone. She rushes over to help pick them up, hoping nobody steps on one and falls.
With the city in full view, Inspector Miyamizu places his trust in the bridge crew to ensure a successful landing. Turning away from the window, he signals for two of the Silent Guard to accompany him.
The Inspector walks through his ship towards the exit, saluting to the crew who stop to salute him. A soft, metal clanking from the guardsmen persists behind him.
Tomoyo watches as two dozen military police officers enter the docks. The fleet was now completely visible to the naked eye.
"FIVE SEVEN SIX!" She shouts.
"COPY!" The dockworkers shout back.
The massive airships make their way into the dock, with The Viscount docking right in front of her. The military police find their way to the dock adjacent to the battleship, lining up down the lengthy pathway. Chains are thrown off the deck as workers attempt to secure the ship. Tomoyo stands there proudly, hands on her hips, smiling at another successful landing.
A crew member steps in front of the Inspector to open the airlock. A hiss could be heard, then the scent of the mountainside, then the sight of militants lined up and down the walkway. Workers move a staircase down the rails and extend it to meet Miyamizu's feet. He proceeds down the stairs, the guards following behind, to eventually meet one of the MPs.
"Greetings," one of the soldiers welcomes him, "I'm Sergeant Baker. Welcome to Havo."
Chapter 04. A Not-So-Friendly Greeting
Crickets chirping. The night sky lights up the dock in a beautiful white and blue. Tomoyo sighs, looking left and right around the dock. Another long day over with, she thinks to herself. Walking back towards the offices, she spots Hodaka on her way.
"How was your shift?" He asks, stopping and turning towards Tomoyo.
"Tiring," she sighs, stopping alongside him.
"Only tiring?"
"Yup."
"Well, I'd expect two bombings and a shut-down dock a little worse than tiring," he remarks, "but hey, props to you for handling the whole thing."
"And after this, I have to go to the village to see my father," she whines, looking up at the sky, "why must life be so difficult?"
"Hey, ya can't call it life if there aren't some bumps along the road."
She looks down at him, head tilted, "I evny your wisdom and optimism."
He chuckles, "I best not keep you any longer. After all, duty calls. Is there anything I need to know before I start my shift?"
"No no, it's alright," Tomoyo thinks for a moment, "besides the literal elephant in the room- the military airships- I'd say look out for anybody trying to dock or launch while we're on lockdown?"
"Gotcha," he begins to walk off, "stay safe."
"Thanks, you too."
Tomoyo begins to walk to the offices, lazily reaching her arm out towards Hodaka before letting it swing back to her side.
A walkway near the offices of the Havo City Dock.
She sighs, listening to the sound of her boots on the cobblestone, echoing throughout the now-empty docks. Her hand reaches for the knob as the door swings open, greeting her with the fresh scent of wood. Six desks lined up in two columns, a desk for each of the dock managers, fill the room. Tomoyo walks to her desk, pulls out the wooden chair, and sits.
Grabbing a pen with her right hand and moving the paper to write on with her left, Tomoyo fills in the details of her shift.
Start of shift: 10:12 a.m.
End of shift:
Notes from shift:
She checks the clock on the wall, 21:56 p.m.
End of shift: 21:56 p.m.
Notes from shift:
Do two bombings count? She humors herself, recollecting any other events from the day.
Notes from shift: Two city bombings, a small detachment of a Federation Fleet docked in Sector Bacta, just about everything you'd expect from a normal day.
Setting the pen down, Tomoyo gets up from her desk, walking to the door. She tucks her white button-down shirt in her black paper bag pants, tightening the belt. Her hand flicks the lights off as she exits, greeted by the dock once again. Her boots guide her through the city, left, right, left. The dimly lit streets filled with the sound of boots walking along the rocky pathways, echoing between the grand buildings.
Around a corner, one of the bomb sites reveals itself. Lit up by moonlight and lights set up by police, rubble covers the street, leaving a very thin walkway open. The post office, once a grand building, reduced to nothing. Officers still monitor the scene, scouring through the debris to search for valuable evidence. Tomoyo to manages slip past the cops through the narrow walkway, only to be met with the disgusting stench of dead bodies accompanied by a row of body bags on the other side. Covering her nose with her sleeve, she dashes as far from the scene as possible.
All those people dead, Tomoyo thought to herself. She finds her way to the city stable, grabbing her beautiful white horse. The horse never had a name, she never thought to give it one. To her, the horse was nothing more than an acquaintance, a sort of "I depend on you when I need it" relationship.
She opens the gate and hops onto the saddle, walking the white beauty to the city gate. Looking along the city wall, Tomoyo notices a very minimal amount of soldiers along the wall. The gate, still open, invites her to dash off the cobblestone streets and into the snow.
She snaps the reins, "HIYA!"
Dashing through the gate, she crosses the threshold. The sound of clopping shifted into a sound of crunching. Tomoyo pulls her goggles over her eyes as she rides on through the snow, reaching the border of the forest.
Thu-thump, thu-thump, thu-thump. The horse would glide and fall as it ran through the snow. Trees zoomed past Tomoyo at incredible speed, the cold running straight into her face. She held herself close to the horse, feeding off its body warmth. Traveling along the road, a mysterious dark figure appears in the distance, hidden by the trees. As she gets closer, more distinct shapes could be made out against the snowy background.
"HIYA HIYA!" Tomoyo snaps the reins once again.
A heavily clothed man and a horse, she notes, no, two people and a horse. Wait is that-
"WOAH!" She screams out, pulling the reins back as fast as possible. The figures move further into the forest, completely oblivious to her presence. Turning her horse towards the individuals, Tomoyo follows them from a distance.
Zen Caddel's snow cabin.
A small cabin could be seen past the individuals, peacefully sitting in the snow-covered forests. The figures eventually come into clear view, a heavily clothed man directing the horse, with a younger, white-haired man laying on the back of the horse face down. So it is them, she thinks.
"HEY!" She foolishly calls out.
The man turns the horse back towards Tomoyo, his face partially visible.
"Who is it?" He asks in a threatening tone, "wait a moment, aren't you that girl from earlier-"
Tomoyo jumps off her horse, pointing at the white-haired individual, "what are you doing with him?"
"Hm? What do you mean," he asks.
As she steps closer to his horse, she notices the pouches of dynamite attached to the saddle.
Tomoyo gasps, "no… It was you… YOU!" She shouts, waking the white-haired boy, "YOU WERE THE ONE WHO BLEW UP THE POSTAL OFFICE-"
"My apologies," the man chuckles, "it just so happened to be the first government building I could find."
The white hair boy groans, his voice muffled, "what's going on?"
Her face stern, she runs over to the white haired boy, kneeling to see his face, "are you alright?"
"Don't get the wrong idea, he agreed to come with me," the covered man says.
"Yeah," he reaches for his head, "I think I fell off the horse."
"You know, it's dangerous to be riding this late," the individual comments.
Completely ignoring him, Tomoyo asks, "what's your name?"
"Ace," the white hair responds.
Looking at the numerous cuts and scrapes on his face, she informs him, "Ace, you need medical attention," attempting to pick him off the horse.
The mysterious man gets off his horse, "now now, just what are you trying to do," he asks, menacingly standing across from Tomoyo.
"I'm attempting to take him from you to get him proper medical attention you psychopathic anarchist," she grunts, finally picking up Ace and carrying him on her back.
"Maybe you should ask him if he wants to be taken by you," the man smirks.
"I'd like to go with her," Ace answers in an instant.
"I know what I'm doing you condescending asshole," she stares dead into the man's partially visible eyes, "so piss off."
Walking to her horse, Tomoyo manages to lift Ace onto the saddle.
"Eh, he wasn't much help as a hostage anyways," the man remarks.
Her face lights up with disgust, what the hell…
She gets back up onto her horse grasping the reins, "let's get out of here," she comments, snapping the reins.
"He kicked me…" Ace mumbles, already half asleep, arms wrapped around her.
Should I tell city security, Tomoyo thinks to herself finding her way back to the road without looking back, would it even be worth it?
Pondered about this, the two ride back to Havo. I have to tell them, she commands herself, you saw all those bodies, you wouldn't be any better than him if you didn't tell them.
But what if I get dragged into it, a countering thought questions, your dad lives outside the city- not like you're going to see him tonight. You or your dad could become his next victim- Tomoyo watches as the city gates come into view.
"HELP!" She shouts, hoping to catch someone's attention.
Two officers ran towards the gate, ready to provide assistance.
Yanking on the reins, the horse begins to slow down, stopping in front of the officers.
"Are you alright, miss?" One of the officers asks.
"He needs," stopping to catch her breath, Tomoyo tries again, "he needs medical attention. He was taken by the bomber who lives in a cabin just off the road in the forest."
Two more officers come in, taking the knocked-out Ace off the horse and carrying him into a building.
"Thank you ma'am for your help," one of the officers replies, "is there anything we can do to help you?"
"Help me???" Tomoyo stares, stumped, "shouldn't you be contacting someone or mobilizing to arrest him-" she groans in frustration, not knowing what to make of this.
To her surprise, the officer responds, "we already know who he is and where he lives. We can't do anything about it."
Chapter 05. Stonewalled.
"Greetings," one of the soldiers welcomes him, "I'm Sergeant Baker, welcome to Havo."
"Inspector Miyamizu, FSB," the man replies, his hands hidden behind his back, "I am here per request the of the Grand Admiral to help you with some… unresolved issues."
"Any help would be appreciated," Sergeant Baker holds out his hand for Miyamizu to shake.
Taking his hand, the Inspector asks, "I assume you run operations around here?"
"No sir, I head the Counter-terrorism Task Force," Baker corrects.
"Then let us waste no time," Miyamizu retracts his hand, waiting for the Sergeant to lead the way.
"Very well, come with me," the Sergeant replies.
Baker directs a squadron of his unit to follow him and begins to walk through the docks. Miyamizu follows shortly behind, with two of the Silent Guard following behind him. Moving in unison, the group moves in unison between the buildings which slowly get taller as they get closer to the city center. The daily commune of hundreds of civilians pay no attention to the small militaristic force marching through the crowd.
Small stands call out their product, shouting to any potential buyers as bells ring, signifying a door opening at the shops. Some stand in the balcony of their apartments, overlooking the sea of people while others catch up with friends and buy lunch together. A small, four-man band plays their grand and magnificent music to the public. Coins fill the small tin cup they've left at their feet, hoping to take home a small profit when the day is over.
The commotion reaches its climax when the buildings fade away to reveal the majestic city hall. Police officers, city workers, and civilians alike flow in and out of the marvelous marble steps leading up into the heart of Havo. Heavily armed security patrol the area, on the roof, stairs, and ground, hoping to prevent an attack on the densely populated building.
Havo City Hall.
The Sergeant and Inspector pick up more officers in their escort as they make their way up the stairs. Passing the threshold, a grand and beautifully furnished city center takes view. Glass elevators cover the center of the lobby, moving with unprecedented efficiency.
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Chapter 06. Revenge of the Fire-Breathing Beasts
The Dragon's Den.
Chapter 07. Roses.
Grand Admiral Sakagami, highest rank in the Peno Federation Navy, PFN, and a well-renounced leader and tactician.
The Vindicator, Grand Admiral Sakagami's flagship, a dreadnought, and the second largest airship in the PFN surrounded by other airships from the Peno Federation Navy.
Chapter 08. A New Home
"Tomoyo Tamiko," drawn by ミミトケ on Pixiv.
"The City of Havo," drawn by unknown, found on Pinterest.
"Zen Caddel," drawn by unknown, found on Discord.
"Sewers," drawn by Marek Madej, found on artstation, originally titled, "The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt Sewers Concept Art."
"Inspector Miyamizu," drawn by unknown, found on Pinterest.
"The Viscount," drawn by Moff (?), found on wallhere, may originate from isotx but due to the website looking like it'll give me a virus, I was unable to access the site.
"The Silent Guard," drawn by unknown, found on Pinterest and scifi-fantasy-horror, though the specific page for the original image is unable to be located.
"Havo City Dock walkway," drawn by Thomas Vlekke, found on artstation, originally titled "Victorian England Concept Art."
"Zen Caddel's cabin," drawn by Sabina Lewis, found on Sabina Lewis' website.
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DATE: 07 Jun 2021 23:27
Image of SCP-XXXX taken from a distance discreetly
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class:
Special Containment Procedures:
Description: SCP-XXXX is an conjoined Gilded Age mansion and funeral home located on the outskirts of New Orleans. According to blueprints, SCP-XXXX was designed to include three-stories with two sub-basements underground. However, it is now believed that the interior of SCP-XXXX is much larger than its exterior, theorized to be a result from artificial anomalous forces. Behind SCP-XXXX is a private graveyard which on closer inspection via telescope surveillance revealed that the names of the tombstone belonged to individuals that documented to have been buried there; more than a quarter of the tombstone are blank. Closer examination of SCP-XXXX and graveyard has been highly difficult due to the presence of SCP-XXXX-1.
SCP-XXXX-1 is the collective designation for an undetermined number of spectral entities present within the premises of SCP-XXXX. The visual appearances of SCP-XXXX-1 vary between instance to instance; around half maintain a humanoid form but other notable instances have been recorded possessing physical traits including but not limited to: wings, horns, tails, scales, claws, feathers, multiple facial features, multiple limbs, and mechanical implements. All bodies of SCP-XXXX-1 instances are intangible but are able to interact with physical objects and living creatures at will. SCP-XXXX-1 instances are not visible to the naked eye but are able to be viewed with standard thermal imaging equipment or through the use of cameras installed with specialized thaumaturgic-sensing lens.
SCP-XXXX-1's behavior changes during the diurnal cycle. During the daytime, instances can be seen conversing with each other, maintaining or repairing SCP-XXXX, observing the tombstones in the graveyard, and wander within the general premise. At night, most instances disengage from the previous activities and enter SCP-XXXX. Although it is not known what exactly occurs within SCP-XXXX during this period (See Addendum-01) personnel have observed colored lights emanating from various windows of the building and claimed to have heard faint sounds of what appeared to be music.
Any subject within close vicinity of the premises with the intent to enter SCP-XXXX will feel a compulsion to turn away and go elsewhere; this compulsion is relatively weak and can easily be overcome, especially if the subject is aware of SCP-XXXX's anomalous properties beforehand. Any actual attempts to trespass will be met with action on SCP-XXXX-1's part, regardless during the time of day. SCP-XXXX-1 instances will maneuver to grasp the subject and drag them to the gates to where they are tossed away from the premise. If a subject engages in hostilities that result either in the attempted harm of a SCP-XXXX-1 instance or damage to the structure of SCP-XXXX, surrounding SCP-XXXX-1 instances will violently retaliate in correspondence to the exact offenses of the subject. Attacks from instances have ranged from minor cuts and concussions to broken bones and internal organ bruising. To date, the Foundation has been unsuccessful in gaining entry to SCP-XXXX. The only entity capable of entering SCP-XXXX without interference, and commands respect from SCP-XXXX-1 instances is SCP-XXXX-A.
SCP-XXXX-A is a 30 year-old adult human male of Italian descent. SCP-XXXX-A's apparel changes regularly but has consistently worn a flat cap, sunglasses and a dark blue jacket in all sightings. SCP-XXXX-A also caries a slightly-rusted round point shovel1 at all times. The exact anomalous capabilities of SCP-XXXX-A is unknown but has been seen accomplishing the following feats:
- Possessing an innate sense of when an subject is attempting to trespass on the premises of SCP-XXXX.
- Remote telekinetic manipulation of its shovel at will. It is unknown if SCP-XXXX-A is capable of general telekinesis or if this ability is solely relegated to the shovel.
- Interact with nearby soil to unearth or bury objects at will. SCP-XXXX-A always thrust the tip of the shovel into the ground before each use of this ability.
- Viewing SCP-XXXX-1 instances without the use of specialized equipment.
- Removing any SCP-XXXX-1 instance from SCP-XXXX at will.
SCP-XXXX-A's behavior revolves around the relative upkeep of SCP-XXXX and assisting SCP-XXXX-1. Its duties usually entail watering and planting new flowers at the graveyard, conversing or accepting assistance from SCP-XXXX-1 instances, driving to the nearest town to acquire commodities such as groceries and building materials, inspecting already buried coffins, and the preparation of the funerals2. During each night, SCP-XXXX-A will lead SCP-XXXX-1 instances inside SCP-XXXX and close the door. As of XX/XX/XXXX, there has been no communication from SCP-XXXX-A's part to the Foundation (See Addendum 02).
History: On 09/02/2018, was alerted to the existence of SCP-XXXX following a noise complaint issued by a resident in the area, citing that the music originating from it prevented her from sleeping. An officer attempted to gain entry into SCP-XXXX but was non-violently discouraged by SCP-XXXX-1 instances, at which point the Foundation became involved.
A raid was attempted by MTF Mu-13 ("Ghostbusters") on SCP-XXXX but were quickly overwhelmed by SCP-XXXX-1. MTF Mu-13 opened fire on the entities which provoked them to become openly hostile. MTF Mu-13 were violently thrown outside the gates of SCP-XXXX and were taken in for medical care; all members sustained severe injuries in various areas of their bodies but ultimately made a full recovery in the months after. All relevant parties were administered Class-A amnestics and a perimeter was set up around SCP-XXXX, with Foundation personnel posing as privately hired security guards.
An investigation into the origins of SCP-XXXX led to the identity of Christopher Homes, a Tabaco industry business magnate and philanthropist. Homes was born in Ohio in 1843 and was worked full-time in a local butcher shop before rising the prominence in Tabaco industry at age 26. Homes was allegedly rumored to be involved with multiple secret societies but no physical evidence supported this claim. Later on in life, Homes moved to Louisiana and gained permits to build SCP-XXXX, which its construction lasted from 1893 to 1896. Homes eventually partly retired and operated as funeral director until his death in 1913. Homes son and grandson3 operated SCP-XXXX until their disappearance in 1982. Ownership of SCP-XXXX was transferred to Sean Marwick, the Homes' personal cemetery worker and SCP-XXXX-A.
Addendum-01: After extensive observation, it became apparent that a specific subset of entities (designated SCP-XXXX-1A through SCP-XXXX-1D) were more involved in the caretaking of SCP-XXXX then the rest of the SCP-XXXX-1 instances. They are listed as follows:
SCP-XXXX-1A through SCP-XXXX-1D are also physically stronger and adept to their anomalous capabilities than the rest of the SCP-XXXX-1 instances. Whether this is due to SCP-XXXX-A's remains unclear.
Addendum 02-:
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DATE: 07 Jun 2021 23:03
a SCP that consists of over 10 thousand boxes of candy cigarettes which when opened causes the person the consume every cigarette then gaining lung cancer which kills them after 19 hours which when turns the person to the same amount of weight in candy cigarettes.
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DATE: 07 Jun 2021 21:30
Item #: SCP-6725
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6725 is to be at an 5x 5x bedroom.
Description: SCP-6725 is an 7 years old child that every dream he has comes into reality
If SCP-6725 sees anything. He is to be injected with Class-A Amnestics immediately.
Addendum:
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DATE: 07 Jun 2021 21:09
CAPTION-GOES-HERE
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Instances of SCP-XXXX are currently isolated and secured in their place of origin, as the reallocation of each instance, have so far proven to be impossible. The process of containment that used to be at first simple, are exponentialy becoming more complex, because of that, the Foundation elevated the class of SCP-XXXX from Safe to Euclid. Amnestics are to be admnistered on all non Foundation personnel that had contact with SCP-XXXX. Places of origin should be isolated for supposed further policial investigation while bureaucratic maneuvers are made to confiscate it from possible relatives to the previous owner. Afterwards, the place of origin is then granted to a Foundation disguised agent. Agents are to secure the place being disguised as civilians. Minimum social interaction from civilians around place of origin is advised and allowing the entrance of any non Foundation individual on the place of origin is prohibited.
The room where the instance of SCP-XXXX is located should be isolated by normal concrete, drywall or wood, in dimensions or methods that will depend on the composition of the room, in a way that it made it looks that the room doesnt exist. Being near instances of SCP-XXXX is not advised, although there is no risk in doing so as the (possible) cognitohazard properties of SCP-XXXX will eventually disperse one focus on it. The containment procedure for each case is overall simple, however, the pattern of reocurrence of SCP-XXXX is currently unknown by The Foundation and therefore, uncontained.
Description: SCP-XXXX are black spheres of 1.5m in diameter made of graphite according to molecular composition analysis. The surface of these spheres is completely smooth, there are no markings, cracks or engravings. Although composition is irrevokable "graphite", instances of SCP-XXXX display the following anomalous characteristics: The black spheres are at first described as indestructible, but on a closer inspection it is proven to be unreachable. That conclusion was taken based on several tests where no know material (ordinary or anomalous) were able to hit, pierce through or even interact with SCP-XXXX.
More details on the elements tested against SCP-XXXX were documented in Addendum 01-A, that is in a log format, all entries with the same result of no interaction being detected. A few anomalous objects were tested for mixed but overall mild results (details on the Addendum 03-A), but mostly, no relevant interaction was detected.
The characteristics of an instance of SCP-XXXX is but one aspect of the anomaly itself. The reocurrence and spread of the instances is another. After the first instance was discovered (2000), more black spheres started to appear around the world. The direction of the curve chart that describe the reocurrence is currently unpredictable, with an so far unknown pattern of peaks and plateus with different behaviours in different areas of the world. Considering that no sphere ever disappeared, the number of instances of SCP-XXXX is increasing. As mentioned above, this aspect grant the anomaly its Euclid status as The Foundation is worried about what exactly is causing instances of SCP-XXXX to keep appearing and how can it be contained, also, the appearance of a sphere is followed by the disappearance of the civilian in its place of origin.
Addendum 01-A: Log of tests conducted on SCP-XXXX
This document follows the log format, where researchers of The Foundation (designed as Team A), Class D personnel and mobile task force units, perform and describe technical tests and observations on SCP-XXXX. Another group of researchers focused on analysis of the interaction of SCP-XXXX on human beings and their behaviour was later assigned (Team B). The document is too extense to be described here, as objectively the Foundation tried several procedures on the sphere and index on the file. The file is currently on digital format on servers present on Site-Z. Samples:
- Log #8 (23/01/2000 09:04) Team A - Tests on the ambience of SCP-XXXX were conducted. No unusual levels were identified on temperature, air quality, radio frequency, light, radiation, eletromagnetic field around SCP-XXXX. SCP-XXXX don't change the levels of previously mentioned aspects in any way. SCP-XXXX is still unreachable and unresponsive.
- Log #27 (28/01/200 10:00) Team A - An attempt to mark with quick-drying ink was made on the sphere. The surface of the sphere rejected the permanence of the paint, which dissolved in a liquid state and dried on the floor, near the sphere.
- Log #90 (29/01/2000 06:00) Team A - No abnormal effects were observed later on the paint spot. SCP-XXXX is still unreachable and unresponsive.
- Log #890 (21/10/2002 05:00) Team A - After events of Log #889, the member of Team A that had contact with SCP-XXXX was tested for radiation, blood levels, temperature and physical response. Nothing unusual found. SCP-XXXX is still unreachable and unresponsive.
- Log #891 (21/10/2002 05:30) Team B - During test described on Log #889, a member of Team A, had an anxiety rush that lead him to enter the room of SCP-XXXX and violently hit the sphere without proper safety equipment. Fortunately (or unfortunately), no harm was caused to the member of Team A that was shortly removed from the room by security personnel responsible for Site-Z. Although that was an unacceptable behaviour out of the Foundation Standards we took oportunity to interview the member. He stated that does not feel anything different other then the usual frustration of testing on SCP-XXXX which was the reason that lead him to attack it, when asked about his mental and emotional state. He mentions that on a physical state he felt a mild cold in his body while near SCP-XXXX. The sensation ended after being dragged away from it. As a security measure we will contact O5 Council to commend a reassingment of this member, as this event might be caused by a possible cognitohazard effect of SCP-XXXX.
- Log #904 (05/11/2002 06:00) Team A - After the events happened on Log #889, and aproval of O5 Council, we decided that we are comfortable in conduct tests with direct human contact on SCP-XXXX. A Class-D was instructed to touch the sphere and be around it. He was instructed that in case of feel any compulsion to do something, to try to describe the feeling before do it.
- Log #905 (05/11/2002 15:05) Team A - Class-D was observed for aproximately 8 hours for no results or any relevant behaviour. Nothing unusual found on tests made like in Log #890. Class-D was dismissed for interview with Team B, and will later be assigned to another site. SCP-XXXX is still unreachable and unresponsive.
- Log #906 (05/11/2002 15:06) Team A - Team A will take a break for now and return tomorrow for further testing.
- Log #1116 (06/12/2003 00:03) Team A - A test with a sledgehammer (drop forged high carbon steel head, hardened and tempered, ground and polished striking face, vibration damping fiberglass shaft without shock absorbing rubber collar) was conducted, where a Class-D tried to hit and potentially break the sphere. On a hit, no sound was heard, no shock or vibration was detected on the sphere, hammer and body of the test subject, however the course of the hammer swing is somehow interrupted when it hits the position in space of the sphere. SCP-XXXX is still unreachable and unresponsive.
- Log #4664 (24/12/2005 19:07) Team A - We decided to destroy floor below SCP-XXXX after get permission from a direct meeting with O5 Council. As usual, we prefer not to interact much with the enviroment around any SCP, but considering the lack of success on testing, we need to conduct unusual tests.
- Log #4665 (25/12/2005 04:30) Team A - The floor below was destroyed on the time of this Log by the use of explosives. SCP-XXXX also does not seems to interact with gravity, as its position is somehow fixed in its place of origin space, impossible to be moved. SCP-XXXX is still unreachable and unresponsive.
- Log #6648 (27/02/2008 19:07) Team A - Info provided by Global Occult Coalision will now be attached in this Log as they update us. This action was authorized by O5 Council. It looks like they also cannot get any valid results from testing in SCP-XXXX.
- Log #6649 (27/02/2008 19:08) From GOC Logs - A RPG-7V2 Model (capable of firing standard and dual high explosive anti-tank (HEAT) rounds, high explosive/fragmentation, and thermobaric warheads, with a UP-7V sighting device) wasn't able to destroy the black sphere.
- Log #6694 (05/11/2008 04:35) Team A - Explosives were tested against a instance of SCP-XXXX in place of origin located in [REDACTED]. We chose this place because is in on a more remote place if compared to Site-Z. As per usual, no relevant results. SCP-XXXX is still unreachable and unresponsive.
- Log #8409 (21/06/2009 12:00) Team A - A hydraulic press developed by The Foundation Team [REDACTED] will be tested against SCP-XXXX tonight. Cast in ductile iron, weigh as much as 250 tons each, yard-thick steel bolts are also 78 feet long. The machine weighs 16 million pounds, and when activated its eight main hydraulic cylinders deliver up to 50,000 tons of compressive force. If the logistics could somehow be worked out, it could bench-press the battleship Iowa, with 860 tons to spare. We are looking forward for the results.
- Log #8410 (22/06/2009 00:00) Team A - SCP-XXXX is still unreachable and unresponsive.
- Log #8664 (23/01/2010 07:00) Team A - A birthday cake was thrown against SCP-XXXX. SCP-XXXX is still unreachable and unresponsive.
- Log #8904 (23/01/2016 07:00) Team A - We are awaiting further instructions from O5 Council or Team B regarding clues, possible interation with other anomalous objects or new ideas on testing on SCP-XXXX. SCP-XXXX is still unreachable and unresponsive.
Several tests were made and documented in this log format during 16 years of investigation. including more resistant solid materials, lifeform interactions, liquids, gases, radio frequency, light, radiation and eletromagnetism. Finally, after all finesse approaches were tested, advanced machinery (such as wrecking balls, press machines and specific devices developed by The Foundation with the purpose of cause damage on the spheres) all sorts of weapons were also tested (no Class-X explosives were tested and are out of option due to the risk of exposing SCP-XXXX on dense populated areas). Most of the data regarding the attempts of destroying SCP-XXXX were actually provided by the Global Occult Coalision, that is working in this case alongside The Foundation.
The Logs show some interesting patterns:
- On initial years of research, more details were provided by researchers, with all aspects of the procedures conducted being described following The Foundation standards.
- As the year passes, is noticeable that those logs were becoming more neglected by the researchers, seemingly expressing their frustration, on later logs being simple sentences describing the lack of results.
- No more than aproximately 8 hours of uninterrupted tests were performed per day, usually with logs describing that a break were needed and tests should continue on next day.
O5 Council decided that a rotation of researchers is needed due to the frustrating nature of testing on SCP-XXXX. This characteristic is currently being analised by psychologic and behaviour researchers outside Site-Z (Team B) to determine if that is a cognitohazard characteristic of SCP-XXXX or just common human reaction to frustration on the tests. The data on those patterns were provided by this team, so far results are inconclusive and these data are in between Addendum 01-A, being indexed as a test of human perception against SCP-XXXX. This same team later would take the responsability of analising psychological patterns on people disappearing on SCP-XXXX places of origin (Addendum 01-B).
Addendum 02-A: On Site-Z and locals of origin containing instances of SCP-XXXX
This document provides adresses of all places of origin of instances of SCP-XXXX and it is also found in digital format on Site-Z servers.
There are currently [REDACTED] instances of SCP-XXXX around the world. Data gathered shows that majority of cases ocurred in Europe (mostly Russia and East Europe countries) with North America coming next and predicted to overcome top countries in the next [DATA EXPUNGED] years according to the curve analised in these cases. The last research and statistics measurement was conducted in 2016, when The Foundation elevated the class level of SCP-XXXX.
Site-Z is located on [REDACTED], London, England. Site-Z is the place of origin where the first instance of SCP-XXXX were found by the Foundation in 2000. This site is the only actual facility of the Foundation dedicated on a research of this anomaly where the whole building (a residential apartment building belonging to a private company) was isolated and bureaucratic maneuvers were fabricated by the Foundation to acquire it and is now said to be a governmental research building, being the only place related to SCP-XXXX heavily guarded and inspected as the research goes on. Depending on the needs of tests conducted, other places might take place other then Site-Z, but only this first facility were indexed as an official site.
Other instances of SCP-XXXX with the exactly same properties begun to appear, throughout the world in an unpredictable manner, those were just contained and isolated from public following the default containment procedure. Those sites or in this case, places of origin, as they were described later, are usually general houses and appartments in dense populated areas of the world. Usually those residences were habitated by people who lived alone and were most of the times described as recluse or solitary, although that is not an absolute rule. As mentioned above, the appearance of an sphere is followed by disappearance of the owner of the residence (Some of those people earn their place on Addendun 03-B, due to their potential info on patterns about SCP-XXXX). Usually instances of SCP-XXXX are reported by local authorities when searching for the missing person.
After the increase of reocurrence is noticed, the Foundation decided to insert agents infiltrated on local police of those dense populated areas set to handle ocurrence of SCP-XXXX on a more agile approach, that decision was made close to the date when SCP-XXXX had its level raised from Safe to Euclid (2016).
Addendum 03-A: On the anomalous interactions with SCP-XXXX
This document is a research conducted by Team A regarding some tests made with other anomalies on the instance of SCP-XXXX on the first place of origin (Site-Z). Few experiments have been conducted involving other SCPs, due to the nature of many of them being dangerous or impossible to test. Each request for permission to test other SCPs was taken to the O5 Council, which settled disputes between Team A researchers and researchers at other sites over the tests.
This document also follows the log format, however, each entry is titled on the SCP being tested towards SCP-XXXX, some of the logs can be read below:
- SCP-049 (23/01/2005 07:00) Team A - SCP-049 (a.k.a The Plague Doctor) was assigned to close inspection on an instance of SCP-XXXX due to his anomalous methods of analysis as they could provide some insight on the nature of SCP-XXXX. After a thorough period of observation with his unusual tests, SCP-049 concludes on a brief observation provided for Team A: "It is now spreading, whether I'm here or not."
- SCP-343 (27/02/2006 06:02) Team A - SCP-343 (a.k.a God) was assigned to close inspection on the instance of SCP-XXXX due to his anomalous reality bending abilities and supportive attitude towards The Foundation. SCP-343 was able to easily teleport to Site-Z room where the first instance of SCP-XXXX was being analised. For the first time, researchers noticed an expression of concern in contrast of his usual stoic and positive attitude. SCP-343 described that, he understands what SCP-XXXX is and could even put an end to its anomalous spread, but wouldn't be a "proper decision" to do so and The Foundation should not put too much efforts in understanding it on this moment.
- SCP-999 (21/10/2007 05:20) Team B - SCP-999 (a.k.a Tickle Monster) was assigned to close inspection on the instance of SCP-XXXX after an theory of a member of Team B being related to state of mental health of the missing citizens related to the anomaly. On this test SCP-999 approach the instance of SCP-XXXX and after a period of 1 minute and 29 seconds of observation, SCP-999 left it alone, and moves toward the exit, with his usual happy expression, looking for another Foundation member in need of its help.
- SCP-682 (23/06/2009 00:00) Team A - After the failed tests described on on Log #8409 (Addendum 01-A), we requested interaction of SCP-682 (a.k.a Hard to Destroy Reptile) to O5 Council. O5 Council denied the request, stating that its too much of a risk move SCP-682 to the highly populated areas where instances of SCP-XXXX appear.
- SCP-187 (23/03/2012 08:00) Team A - Due to her precognitive abilities, SCP-187 (a.k.a Double Vision) was assigned to Site-Z to observe the instance of SCP-XXXX. She reported later that, she doesn't see anything different in this case, and the instance of SCP-XXXX is presented to her as everyone else sees it, a black sphere. However she mentioned, that it is not the first time she saw an instance of SCP-XXXX and also mentioned that that she saw an instance of SCP-XXXX in her site.
Some other tests were conducted, commonly with sapient anomalies that that are willing to support The Foundation, but results are usually the same, where said anomalies doesn't really seems to understand or are able to interact in a relevant way with SCP-XXXX.
Addendum 01-B: On the civilians related to SCP-XXXX
This document is a research conducted by Team B, during latest years of Team A failed tests on SCP-XXXX. It follows a format of a subject analysis per person, where researchers of Team B would briefly describe characteristics of each person and some aspects of their life searching for patterns to correlate to SCP-XXXX. This data was gathered by documents, diaries, interviews, digital info on social media and personal info provided by government agents supporting The Foundation. The document is also too extense to be described here, some of the samples were selected as displayed below:
Subject #1A
Name: [REDACTED]
Age: 53
Place of Origin: [REDACTED], London, England
Job: Music Composer
Description: According to information gathered, Subject 1B was a music composer that provided lyrics and composition to several english artists in the underground music scene. He never release a song on his own name or were part of a musical group. He was specialized in more melancholic motifs and there is actually several successful songs there are composed by him, but were credited to other artists in deals that were agreeded on both sides. A very few producers in this musical scene are aware of this information, and we're able to conclude it by analysing his financial transitions, privileged information provided by government agents and by the drafts found in their home compared to those songs.
Analysing his music, we see that he always followed his signature of melancholic and dramatic lyrics that display themes of cynical views of the world, difficult in understand its place in it, existential questions and the struggle between conscience and emotion. This lyrics are usually accompanied with more atonal and dissonant melodies, followed by more atmospheric instruments that help in achievement of his usual motif. On his latest drafts we see a reocurrence of themes regarding the dissociation of itself and escape of reality followed by criptic messages regarding his latest dreams.
Information about his life follows a general middle class family child, that grow up with his creativity focused on music and quickly become a sucessful songwriter but lived with a frustration of being insecure on playing these songs himself. We are not sure about the reason, but as his life moves on he becomes even more solitary disregarding friends and family. Considering the business of music media, we cannot guarantee that his songs reflects his actual views in life or if are just a pattern that was decided to be followed due to a demand. According to the neighbors he was seen less and less lefting his house. We are not sure when and under what circumstances he actually disappeared and SCP-XXXX took place in his apartment, as he was found later on by policemen that break into his house after several months of late rents and bills not being paid.
Subject #2B
Name: [REDACTED]
Age: 30
Place of Origin: [REDACTED], Copenhagen, Denmark
Job: Writer
Description: Subject 2B is a proeminent member of one of the most wealth families of Denmark that has relevance in politic decisions on the state. He took a more academic path in life, set to study philosophy, history and arts and later on become a writer. He is the author of the of the books: "A Raven that Refused to Sing", "I", "The Cost of an Idea", "A Promise of Salvation" and "The Pointless Search of Truth". He goes by a pseudononim on the publication of those books. His books usually compreend poetry and essays on several schools of thought inclusing stoicism, existentialism and nihilism where he explores the understanding of mankind in its most deep aspects. It is know by privileged data delivered to The Foundation that his path in life wasn't expected and appreciated by his family and that said family became deeply involved in controversial corruption schemes after his father died under mysterious circunstances and the second branch of his family, leaded by his uncle took control of the majority of family bussiness and influence. Those events lead this man on become ever more distant of his family. His latest writing express an aspect of depression on the loss of his loving father and the course his family is currently going and how this goes against his perspective on humanity. Message exchange between his uncle and him reveals threats on his life should he decide to go against the plans and schemes currently going on. He was latest saw in a couple of months before the corruption schemes were exposed and a federal branch of Copenhagen police found the instance of SCP-XXXX in his house surrounded by criptic poetry for a book that was never finished, titled: "The Tragic Prince".
Subject #5A
Name: [REDACTED]
Age: 27
Place of Origin: [REDACTED], Fort Lauderdale, United States
Job: IT Techinician
Description: Subject 5A is an IT Technician that has an overall ordinary life, lives in an apartment and can cover the cost of life properly. Following the pattern of personal tragedy in this document in comparison with other subjects, Subject 5A was diagnosed with Social Anxiety Disorder and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, both these conditions were the cause of hardship throughout his life. Following the pattern of his activity in social media as well a few interviews conducted by Team B on people that used to know him, it was determined that he had a difficult time to meet expectations of the various social aspects in life, regarding relationships and communication. As year passes, his avoidance to deal with that condition would inevitably cause deteorition of his physical and mental health. Likewise, Subject #5A went missing and an instance of SCP-XXXX was found in his apartment.
Subject #13A
Name: [REDACTED]
Age: 21
Place of Origin: [REDACTED], São Paulo, Brazil
Job: Unemployed
Description: Subject 13A used to be a very active and know member of social media in Brazil focused on the discussion Politics and Social Causes. As year passes the difficult need to meet the agendas and deal with the cruel reality of the country's controversial political situation in a toxic environment of discussion, led Subject 13A to develop depression and paranoia. Her latest posts in social media demonstrate a cinic pattern of giving up to follow her ideals and regret of the investment of time and energy placed on a seemingly no solution scenario. Her latest post was an outburst about disappointment with her convictions and political support, with the direction in which the country and the world was following and the realization of its place in all this, followed by cryptic messages suggesting an attempt at suicide. Subject 13A dissapeared from media since then and an instance of SCP-XXXX was found a couple of weeks after above post.
Subject #92A
Name: [REDACTED]
Age: 43
Place of Origin: [REDACTED], Atlanta, United States
Job: Soldier
Description: Subject 92A fought two wars in his life. He was a decorated marine serving his country during the war in Afghanistan. What happened there would change his life forever, in one of several incursions into an enemy base, his squad was hit by enemy fire which caused the death of all his comrades and left him severely injured, followed by his capture, Subject 92A had been tortured over a period of 3 weeks for information before being rescued by a platoon in a rescue raid. His injuries were effectively treated, but after this experience he developed a chronic neuropathic pain condition and Post-traumatic stress disorder. Upon returning to his country, like many soldiers, Subject 92A had difficulties in receiving adequate post-war support and treatment of his chronic pain as well as the relationship of this with that pain and his Post-traumatic stress disorder. Several doctors were unable to determine whether part of her pain came of a psychosomatic or neurological nature. Living with this incessant pain and lack of resolution would inevitably lead Subject 92A to opioid drug abuse and more than one attempted suicide. An instance of SCP-XXXX was later found in Subject 92A house along with a note where he said he wished to live under the "constant and infinity effect of morphine".
Subject #5C
Name: [REDACTED]
Age: 40
Place of Origin: [REDACTED], Seoul, South Korea
Job: Researcher
Description: Subject 5C should be on our obervation before, being so close to The Foundation. She used to be a researcher with great potential, having a high level of diverse knowledge in physics, chemistry and also social studies, which resulted in an effective capacity for deduction that several times helped The Foundation to understand the various anomalies. However it is remarkable that her skills were only the peak of this competence, the base was her drive to discover and understand the unknown. This motivation began to change, after years working for The Foundation its common to deal with situations and scenarios that put your mind, your sanity, your view of the world in constant test. The latest psychological analyses conducted show that Subject 5C developed a more pessimistic perspective and a visible tiredness of dealing with what she described as: "The absurd nature of reality", as this anomalous world keeps challenging the simpler vision she possessed before working for The Foundation and turned her passion into fear. She described that she is afraid of progressing and knowing more, finding something that could destroy her sanity, making this search for understanding something dangerous and frightening, she finally concluded that she would rather know less about this world and if it is possible not to be a part of it anymore. The Foundation granted Subject 5C a paid retirement option in gratitude for the service provided or an allocation to work in a less intense environment, ironically in research on this same SCP-XXXX, but unfortunately, she become part of the anomaly.
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