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DATE: 25 Apr 2021 18:03

Item #: SCP-5477

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: MTF-Lambda-12 ("Pest Control") are to monitor any possible mentions of SCP-5477 manifestations and travel to the suspected area to contain the suspect instance(s). Captured SCP-5477 instances are held at Research-Site-240 for study.

Any civilians aware of SCP-5477's existence are to be interrogated and amnesticized.

Description: SCP-5477 is the designation for a group of indestructible invertebrate that resembles various types of houses. The appearance of these houses vary, but will always take form of a house reasonably suited to the surrounding houses within it's peripheral surroundings.

Close examination of SCP-5477 instances reveal that they're composition should instead result to activity equivalent to non-anomalous houses. Thus, unfortunately, no important information could be recovered to refine current containment procedures.

SCP-5477 instances are sentient with theoretical cognitive and executive functions equivalent to a human brain. Movement by SCP-5477 instances are directed via unknown internal parts. However, it is clearly known that SCP-5477 moves without any rotation or more specifically, any locomotive gait. It instead moves without moving any other parts to direct itself from a certain locus to another.

Instances will sometime consume a wide-range of animals, preferably humans. It is thought that the instances preferably consumes humans as it is generally best suited at capturing such prey. It is currently unknown why SCP-5477 instances consume as it does not have any needs to survive.
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DATE: 25 Apr 2021 12:24

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DATE: 25 Apr 2021 03:21

If you watch enough cheesy action flicks, you’ll be convinced a gunshot isn’t that loud.

That always struck me as weird. Every five year old has heard a firework and even at a tremendous distance they’re louder than a movie gunshot.

Heck, a silenced gunshot is louder than most of the ones you’ll hear on TV…

Even still, I could barely hear my unit firing over the sound of the chittering, shrieking moans.

The hallway was like the inside of an empty artery, caked in red flesh that flickered with light.

It was barely enough to see the things clawing towards us.

They reminded me of the videos I’d seen from Siberia… But they could have been anything.

I think they used to be human.

I didn’t know why I bothered with the radio, but I did.

“This is Agent Pyrite! Our unit is pinned down by multiple hostiles in an unknown location! Requesting immediate extraction!”

I put three bullets into the nearest hunk of gristle and bone and it howled in rage and pain as it staggered back. I blessed my drill sergeant’s memory as I jammed another magazine into the P-90 with mechanical precision.

“I repeat! This is Agent Pyrite! We-”

To my absolute shock, a voice came through the line.

“Agent Pyrite, this is Raptor-73. Stand by for immediate extraction. Do you copy?”

I had no idea who was on the other line and I didn’t care. I sprayed a frankly criminal number of bullets into the crawling snake of flesh wrapped vertebrae slithering towards me and cried out into my headset.

“Yes! For the love of god help-”

I don’t know what I was expecting to happen. Maybe those stuck up assholes from the Foundation would charge in and catch the monsters in their little butterfly nets. Maybe those robot church-goers would chew them up with a swarm of impossible nanotech…

I sure as hell wasn’t expecting a 9 foot tall bluejay man with a Revolver to show up and take down every Cronenberg looking thing around us with eight perfectly placed rapid fanned deadeye shots.

Time seemed to slow down for a moment as the room went quiet, and our entire unit turned to just stare at our bizarre savior, completely at a loss.

The bird thing yanked out some sort of scroll from a sash around its waist. “IF YOU WANT TO LIVE, GRAB ON!”

Four of us did.


The next thing I knew I was lying on a cot, puking into a bucket over the side.. The scent of my vomit mixed with an odd vanilla smell in the air as I emptied the canteen’s finest along with as much of the taste of that tunnel’s air from my mouth.

“Easy does it.” came a soft voice. “Take your time.”

I turned to the foot of the cot…

Sitting there was a tiny sparrow dressed in a tailcoat with a top hat.

I blinked.

The sparrow sighed. “The suit’s too much, huh?”

I crept back against my pillow. “Please don’t eat me.”

The sparrow laughed. “Oh it’s nice to rescue a professional for a change.”

I stared at the tiny bird, I’d seen enough anomalies not to trust him as far as I could throw him (bad phrasing), but he wasn’t immediately hostile. “Who and or what are you, and what price does being ‘rescued’ come at?”

The sparrow thing smiled (mostly with its eyes). “Short version: you staying alive is payment in and of itself. Long version, you’ll want to ask our Shieldbearer.”

My training was starting to catch up with me. “… You’re a Type Purple.”

The sparrow thing doffed its hat. “The Fifth Wandsman of Schnee to be precise. And you are?”

I let my guard drop, but not all the way. “Agent Pyrite, Global Occult Coalition. But you already know that.” I looked to the left and spotted Shale, Gneiss, and Cobalt lined up on cots next to me. If I had to guess I’d say we were on some sort of ship’s sickbay… But without windows I couldn’t tell.

“So… I don’t suppose you’d fancy a walk and a chat?” The little bird man asked.

… The sad part was that I was officially head of the chain of command at this point so I supposed it was my job to represent my fellow POWs.

I forced myself to my feet, my head spun, but I managed to hold myself up.

A cane appeared in my hands… No literally I blinked and it was there.

I glared at the bird. “Will you please not violate the laws of physics?”

I hopped on top of the cane and tutted at me. “Spoken like someone who got all their information from a single book.”

“Just take me to your boss.”

“With pleasure!”


Whatever sort of boat we were on, it clearly hadn’t started its life as a military vessel.

There were too many little amenities and civilian style signage was painted all over it. I swear, there was a damn carpet on the floor and I swear I passed a paper library at one point (The books were locked in cabinets, but it was an obvious waste of space).

While we walked through the ship’s hall, I tried to eye up my… captor? I’d only heard a little bit about these things from a briefing over a year ago, so I wasn’t exactly familiar with why a group of insane talking space birds would want us. And it’s not like I’d spent much time learning how to read the emotions of a sparrow.

… And then the door to the bridge opened and I had a whole lot of new questions.

The creature sitting at what I presumed was the captain’s chair looked like a giant vulture. It was dressed more formally, in a matte black uniform with the Wandsmen’s logo emblazoned on it. It had a runed heavy revolver in a shoulder holster hanging under its wing.

And behind it, surrounded by more bird creatures in uniform, was a large, open window showing space, and a strange pinkish planet below us.
I felt a distinctive chill of isolation rolling down my spine.

“So.” The creature in the Captain’s chair began, its voice surprisingly feminine, “Care to explain what you’re doing out here?”

I grit my teeth and stood at attention, whatever this thing was I wasn’t going to break protocol. “That’s classified intelligence.”

The creature tilted its head unnaturally, “Really? I suppose it has nothing to do with this then?”

It reached behind its chair and picked up the book… Half of it at least.

I gulped. My mission was literally in a threat entities claws. “I don’t suppose you’re going to give it back?”

The creature sighed. “Why don’t we just start with some introductions? I’m the 2nd Wandswoman of Earth and Lieutenant Commander of Raptor Exploration Team 12. You’re currently being carried by Dusty.”

I blinked, “Dusty?”

The creature tapped at an earpiece. “Dusty do you mind leaning down and introducing yourself?

All of the sudden, a positively massive Ibis’s head leaned into the window.

Its eye was bigger than me.

It simply nodded, then receded from view.

It was an obvious, blatant show of force by a threat entity.

It worked.
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DATE: 25 Apr 2021 02:40

North Star Hub


"Is the veil worth the price you force others to pay?"

-Anti Foundation/Pro Serpent's Hand Propaganda

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The Minutemen
He extended his arm towards the women. "David Black."
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Premise

Life is hell for anomalous humanoids. They are nothing more than numbers, prisoners, and tools. They are exploited and abused so a few at the top of the world can have an unfair advantage against humanity. Shit was bound to hit the fan sooner or later, especially with the creation of Alpha-9.


Factions

The Foundation: The Foundation is evil, plain and simple. They are a corrupt bureaucracy that uses anomalies to benefit the O5. Humanoid SCPs are objects to them, and nothing more than a means to and end. They will do anything, ANYTHING, to maintain the veil and keep humanity in the dark light. Because of this, they appear much more like the Foundation of the early days, the kind you'd see in series I and II.

  • Ethics Committee: Efficient at ensuring the ethical practice of lower to mid researchers, but falter when ensuring it for the O5. Corruption is rampant, and those who aren't corrupt are either secretly silenced or amnestisized.

The Serpent's Hand: The Hand is far larger in this canon than in most others. This is because of the Foundation being as evil as it is. With that being said, the Hand is also far more fractured than in other canons. The two main sub-factions of the Hand are the traditional pacifists, and the newer, aggressive fighters who believe in a more violent approach to the Foundation and GOC.

The Chaos Insurgency: While the Hand views the Foundation as not ethical enough, the Insurgency views the Foundation as too ethical. Splitting away from the Foundation after the formation of the Ethics Committee, the Insurgency views all SCPs (including humanoids) as tools to be wore down. However, the Insurgency also recognizes the Foundation for the bureaucracy it is. This gives the Insurgency and Hand an uneasy alliance of 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend.'

The Global Occult Coalition: While the Foundation is the undisputed anomalous organization of North America, the Coalition has full control over Europe and Asia. The GOC and Foundation do have facilities and spots of control in both continents, but a combination of the GOC being European based and the USA's distrust/distaste of the Coalition lead to them having little say in American matters.


Mobile Task Forces

Delta-4 ("Minutemen"): A rapid response task force that are often the first to arrive at a scene. They specialize in being anywhere in under an hour and will provide additional manpower to task forces on duty.

Omega-7 ("Pandora's Box"): A task force dedicated to utilizing SCP-076 and SCP-105.

Alpha-9 ("Last Hope"): A task force dedicated to utilizing SCP objects in the field.

Epsilon-11 ("Nine-Tailed Fox"): Deals with internal security. In this case, maintaining law and order when sites go to shit. While this is often in the context of a containment breach, it also can occur when humanoid SCPs are… uncooperative. They also carry out executions terminations on Foundation staff.

Epsilon-10 ("Manhunters"): Tasked with hunting down, containing, and if need be, assassinating escaped humanoid SCPs.

Alpha-1 (“Red Right Hand”): The O5’s personal task force. Mostly made up of body guards, thought it also has its special forces branch. Oversees Nine-Tailed.

Omega-1 (“Law’s Left Hand”): The Ethics Committee’s personal task force. Mostly made up of detectives and investigators, though it also has its militant branch. Not as corrupt as the Ethics Committee themself.


Timeline

Prequel (1999)

James Albany just got promoted. It's time to meet his new squad.

The Scottish Goliath
There were gun shots in the distance. Hopefully they were Daddy's and not the bad guy's.
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The Minutemen
He extended his arm towards the women. "David Black."
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Brink of Hysteria
Black didn't say or do anything. Not because he wouldn't, but because he couldn't.
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SPOILERS BELOW THIS LINE


Characters

Primary

David Black: The main character of the series. Starts off as a loyal Delta-4 agent, but begins questioning the Foundation when he becomes aware of it's many evils. Eventually manifests anomalous abilities and defects to the Serpent's Hand.

Jessica Milo: Sharpshooter for Delta-4 and a good friend of Black. Slower to question orders, but eventually joins Black as a defector for the Hand.

Charles Rigby: A pilot for Delta-4 and another close friend of Black. Remains at the Foundation until 17's liberation.

James Albany: A Colonel for Delta-4 and Black's commanding officer. Strict about loyalty and dedication to the Foundation. Nicknamed 'The Scottish Goliath.'

John Brian: Delta-4 agent. Doesn't talk much, but seems to know (almost) everything.

Peter Daniels: Guard at Site-17.

Xavier Lopez: Omega-7 agent. Secretly a Serpent's Hand spy.

Nate Stevens: Starts as a Nine-Tailed Fox agent, but defects to the Hand almost immediately.

Secondary

Andrea Adams: Tau-666 and later Epsilon-10 agent. Tasked with terminating humanoid anomalies assigned to Alpha-9.

Adrian Andrews: Omega-7 newbie.

Major Richard: Omega-7 Major.

Maddox, Vincent, Nikki, and Johnson: Omega-7 agents.


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Q: Who can write for this canon?
A: Anyone! Doesn't matter if you've been around since 2010 or if this is your first tale.

Q: What do I need to do before I start writing?
A: It goes without say that actually reading the current tales is a requirement to get an understanding of both the world and the characters.

Q: What can I write about?
A: Almost anything. I (DrDapperDrDapper, the main writer/brain behind everything) have an overarching story that I want to tell. If your tale uses any of the main characters or SCPs, you'll need to run it by me before posting. Even if it includes all original characters and SCPs that aren't apart of the main story, running it by me is still advised. If a tale is posted that conflicts with future plans, it will be removed from the main timeline.

Q: That last question discouraged me :/
A: Don't be discouraged! If you make a tale that conflicts with future plans, but is a tale or idea that I really REALLY enjoy, I will adapt to the new material. And besides, even if I choose to stand my ground, your tale want get deleted. It will simply be moved to Part X, which is reserved for alternate timelines (same canon, different continuity).


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DATE: 24 Apr 2021 23:24
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Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: Due to the anomalous nature of SCP-XXXX, permanent containment is virtually impossible. The only temporary containment that works is termination of all instances of SCP-XXXX-2, SCP-XXXX-3, and SCP-XXXX-4.

Description: SCP-XXXX is an anomaly that infects cellular devices that have come into contact with it. Devices that have been infected are hereby referred to as SCP-XXXX-2, and have included 9,724 cellular phones, 4,923 laptops, and 1,792 cellular tablets. The way that these devices become infected with the anomaly is through an ad that appears on certain websites. The companies behind the websites do not know who or what the ad belongs to, and is not on the list of ads allowed on their websites. Such websites the ad will appear on are those of gyms, plastic surgery clinics, and nutrition trackers.

After instances SCP-XXXX-2 are created, the individual who owns the device begins developing signs of anorexia nervosa and bulimia nervosa, but to a heightened degree. These individuals, hereby referred to as SCP-XXXX-3, almost or entirely stopping eating, starving themselves until they die. After death, they are reanimated through anomalous means, but while they seem to be alive, their organs and flesh starts to decompose, their skin falling off, and their teeth and eyes falling out. Even through all of this, their face muscles will contort into a smile that they will keep until their face muscles decompose or they are 'killed.'

After being reanimated they will attempt to continue the life they had before being infected, such as by going to their workplace, school, or home, and trying to interact with people they knew. They will only 'die' if all of their soft tissue is either decomposed or off of their body, or if a serious wound is inflicted that shatters one of their bones. After their bones are broken, a parasite will emerge in the shape of a [DATA EXPUNGED], and are hereby referred to as SCP-XXXX-4. Any and all versions of SCP-XXXX are to be terminated on sight.

Addendum: The ad that turns devices into instances of SCP-XXXX-2 seems to be an ad for a weight loss plan. The text is as follows:

[BEGIN]

DO YOU ever wish you WEIGHED LESS?
Well does Betsy Brooks have a tip for you!
Introducing Betsy Brook's WEIGHT LOSS PLAN!
Guaranteed to make you lose weight, and your MIND at how easy it is!
All you need to do is read this phrase aloud and you'll lose weight in NO TIME!
Chem forțele soartei să-mi convertească sufletul într-o formă mai utilizabilă pentru marea fiară. Să-mi ia carnea și sufletul.
Have fun being FREE!!!

[END]

The phrase written here is not the same as on the ad, for reason of safety. Even if the person possessing SCP-XXXX-2 does not know Romanian, they will speak the phrase with perfect pronunciation. The ad has a pink background. The text is aligned on the top of the ad, with the bottom being a picture of a woman appearing in her late 40's of European descent. This seems to be an image of "Betsy Brooks," but no such woman exists.


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DATE: 24 Apr 2021 19:49
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Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Keter Neutralized

Special Containment Procedures: Provisional Site-72 has been established around a remote woodland area in ████████ United States - the believed origin point of SCP-X. An Area of forest around the site, converging with natural obstacles, has been cleared and acts as a fully encompassing barrier. Any animal or unauthorized individual(s) attempting to cross the barrier are to be shot on sight with the bodies of these potentially infected to be cremated at 2000°C to ensure the destruction of any biological particles.

Captured SCP-XXXX-A and SCP-XXXX-B instances are to be contained in Grade-C Contaminant Cells either on-site or at Biological Site-95 if further research is required. All personnel interacting with instances of SCP-XXXX-A/B must wear Level C protective equipment at all times.

Description: SCP-X refers to an infectious disease affecting mammals; the cause of the disease is unknown however the infection shares traits similar to ones seen in viral pathogens and is spread via exposure to bodily fluids or the consumption of tissue from an infected animal.

The primary symptom of an SCP-X infection is induced physical metamorphosis of the afflicted subject, resulting in the subject's physical features shifting into that of a canine over the course of several hours. The time for this metamorphosis to begin and end is dependent on the size of the animal infected, with larger subjects taking far longer for both. Growth induced by the transformation is also dependent on size, while all infected subjects tend to increase in mass and stature, smaller animals such as mice, rabbits, and squirrels tend to have a growth cap of 11-14kg. The secondary symptom of an SCP-X infection is a crippling desire to feed - exclusively on flesh - which on-sets quickly after infection. Below is a timeline regarding the progress of the infection and metamorphosis on an average human subject:

Timeline of Infection and Symptoms:

Initial Infection: Subject is exposed to bodily fluids/and/or consumes infected tissue.

01 Hours Post Infection: Subject feels a compulsion to consume raw meat. This urge will grow over the course of the metamorphosis.

02 Hours Post Infection: Noticeable growth of incisors and canine teeth, presumably to aid in the consumption of flesh.

03 Hours Post Infection: Cells newly produced in the subject possess exclusively foreign DNA, testing has revealed this to be similar but not identical to that of the Canis genus. The digestion of protein and fat no longer requires glycogen. It has also been theorized that stem cells produced around this point are pluripotent as opposed to multipotent.

05 Hours Post Infection: An obvious increased production of growth hormones. Regular cell division increases exponentially until the end of the process.

06 Hours Post Infection: Immense pain, some subjects have been observed enter an unconscious state around this time, presumably due to shock.

07 Hours Post Infection: Metamorphosis becomes clearly noticeable from the outside perspective, contortion of bones, muscle and organs begins.

12 Hours Post Infection: Subjects anatomy is almost completely changed, the new skeletal structure and positioning of muscles causes the subject to begin adopting a canine like stature.

12-17 Hours Post Infection: Metamorphosis is complete. Resulting appearance and behavior varies depending on the subjects in-take of raw meat in the first 6 hours of the process; Subjects that consumed substantial amounts of raw meat appear near indistinguishable from wolves, growing varying colours of fur all over their body and appearing generally healthy. Subjects that consumed insubstantial amounts of raw meat are extremely disfigured; possessing exposed course muscular tissue instead of skin, incorrect proportions, extra limbs, heads, and eyes positioned all over the body. These subjects have heightened aggression and substantially less intelligence than their counterparts, they also possess more of their original behaviors. The distinction between the two is made via SCP-XXXX-A for the former and SCP-XXXX-B for the later.

Though specimens derived from humans still show a significant drop in intelligence, well fed SCP-XXXX-A instances of this origin have been observed to understand human speech, have followed commands given to them and have even been seen adopting tool use in a limited capacity.

Addendum: [TO BE ADDED/WIP: Exploration Log 1, Interview Log with a talking SCP-XXXX-A instance, Exploration Log 2 which will finish off the article and tie up the narrative]

SCP-XXXX Expedition Log-A:

Date: 27/04/19██ 06:00
Objective: Specimen Retrieval

Team: 3 member fire-team belonging to Mobile Task Force Lambda 17
Team Leader: Alpha Operative A. Shepard
Tracker/Spotter: Delta Operative M. Kristensen Kincade
Riflemen: Delta Operative D. Freyha

Notes: Team Leader issued with standard recording device.

[Agent Shepard looks into the lens of the device then pans it to a view of the forest edge.]

Agent S: "Team Leader Aloys Shepard reporting entry into quarantine zone at 0-6 hundred hours."

Freyha: "As Usual-"

[Device is turned off to conserve energy]

[Device is turned on, the team are now deep into the woodland.]

Kincade: "-are they making us do this anyway?"

[Freyha pivots her head over her shoulder]

Freyha "What do you mean? It's literally our job."

Kincade: "I mean - it's class D work… couldn't we be doing something a little more interesting?"

Freyha: "Like what?"

Kincade: Like-

[Shepard paces over to Kincade and drives his fist into Kincades hair.]

Shepard: "Just be thankful we get to have a nice picturesque, scenic, walk." [Shepard sways his arms outward while looking deeper into the forest] "Lot of guys just like us get stuck in Nepal running after some Wild - Unholy - Lovecraftian - tangerine on wheels."

Shepard: "Nope. We just got ourselves a lovely stroll…"

Kincade: "Okay okay - All I'm saying is - 'only reason they're not sending D-Class is cuz they outlawed the death sentence in this state."

Freyha: Ha!

Shepard: " 'This state?' Do you know even know what state we're in?"

Kincade: "…Uh… no…"

Shepard: "You're telling me you got on a plane to here from Georgia and you ain't got a CLUE where you are?"

Kincade: "Yeah."

Shepard: "Heh… Jesus Christ."

Freyha: "Why didn't we just go in on a helicopter anyway?"

Shepard: "Where the fuck would we land?"

Freyha: "Just blow it up, duh."

Kincade: "I don't think they hold us in trust enough for explosives, Dixie."

Shepard: "Now - we are a team of highly trained and efficient professionals of course they'd trust us with-"

Kincade: SQUIRREL!

Shepard: WH-

[View of device is obstructed, multiple gunshots heard coinciding with flashes of light]

Shepard: "GOD SHIT- what.. phew…"

Kincade: "I said: 'Squirrel'. Should've known."

Shepard: "What the fuck was that, Kincade?"

Kincade: "A Squirrel."

Shepard: "I'm sure it was at one point but you're supposed to ask for permission to fire. Lab's gonna be pissed that you blew that thing to bits."

Kincade: "Uhuh…"

Shepard: "Look, just keep your gun point down and your safety on like you're supposed to, alright?"

Kincade: "…sorry for ruining your squirrel… or should I say squirrels? [Kincade lightly kicks a piece of cadaver across the forest floor.] "heh."

Freyha: "Definitely 'squirrels', Mike." [Kincade spins around, looking down to match the line of sight of the camera; a small SCP-XXXX-B instance is seen chewing on a chunk of meat.]

[The instance quickly runs into the forest underbrush upon gaining the teams attention.]

Shepard: "Aren't you meant to be the spotter?"

Kincade: "Cool off, just give me a minute, alright?" [Kincade bends down, inspecting the ground and then the treeline - moving away from the rest of the team.]

[Freyha turns to face Shepard, crossing her arms]

Freyha: "Alright, what's with you today?"

Shepard: "Hm?"

Freyha: "Ever since we got onto that plane you've been acting up, 'specially on Mike."

Shepard: "Look, I just think Mike needs to rail it in a bit, he isn't acting prof-"

Freyha: "Talk to me, not the camera… is there something bothering you?"

Shepard: "Its just - well - John's been looking to get into the unit and I don't think they'll trust him under my wing if - y'know - it doesn't even look like Kincade's behaving."

Freyha: "Hm. Kincade's good at what he does, they see that, a little banter isn't gonna make you look incompetent sweetheart. You did with him though, honest; I'm sure they'll trust you with John."

Shepard: "Thanks, Frey."

[Kincade comes out of the underbrush, pointing backwards with his thumb]

Kincade: "Spotted a clearing about half a miles away off from here through the trees, man-made from the shape of it."

Shepard: "Think we'll find something there?"

Kincade: "I'd assume so."

Shepard: "Lets move then."

[The team begins to walk through dense forest toward the clearing]

Kincade: "So, what were you too gibbering about?"

Shepard: "Nothing much, just bout what we'll have for lunch."

Kincade: "Oh fuck- we're in for on-site meals today aren't we? God I hate the food these places have… 'cept the waffles."

Freyha: "Saw this place had Diet-Pepsi in the canteen while gearing up."

Kincade: "You shittin me?"

[Shepard raises his hand, motioning for the team to halt.]

Shepard: "We got a body - 2'oclock - Kincade, you check it out with me - Freyha, you cover our 6."

[Kincade and Shepard approach the rotting carcass of an SCP-XXXX-A instance. Much of the tissue had been removed, leaving the skeleton visible.]

Kincade: "Shame. This is exactly what they wanted to catch, looks like we were a few weeks too late though."

Shepard: "How'd you reckon it died?"

Kincade: "From the looks of it… signs of a struggle, dozens of bite marks, no killing blow to the juggular… I'd say eaten alive."

Shepard: "That's unusual."

Kincade: "Yep."

Shepard: "Looks like it was peering down this rabbit hole, maybe it got ambushed?"

Kincade: "Or…"

[Kincade grabs a nearby stick and begins to sharpen it before impaling some of the carcass onto it]

Kincade: "Stand back, I'm gonna need some room."

[Shepard stands back as Kincade lowers his posture and inserts the stick into the rabbit hole. There is a sudden tug onto the stick, Kincade then pulls the stick outl; two small SCP-XXXX-B instances hold onto it with their jaws.]

[Shepard and Kincade closely inspect the creatures]

Shepard: "You think they did this?"

Kincade: "Swarmed it, most likely."

Shepard: "Alright, set down the cage, we'll come back for these two once we check out the clearing."

[Kincade sets down a fold-able cage, putting both instances into it.]

Shepard: "Alright, let's keep going."

[The team begin to walk toward the clearing, soon arriving to the treeline.]

Kincade: [Pointing toward the clearing] "Over there, looks like a trailer!"

[Shepard and Freyha look over to where Kincade is pointing]

Kincade: "Must have food, might be worth checking out." [Gestures forward.]

Shepard: "Alright, lets take a look. Only fire on my get-go, seems there aren't a lot of big ones left."

Freyha: "What if we do find a big one? C'mon you saw the briefing, that thing was twice the size of me."

Kincade: "We wont, they'll be steering away from clearings, too easy for prey to get away."

Freyha: "You sure?"

Kincade: "I'll bet my lunch waffle on it."

[The team begin walking toward the trailer, weapons raised.]

Freyha: "Fuck, the smell…"

Shepard: "Augh, damn that's horrid, worse than before."

Kincade: "Must be why we've been seeing so many of them round here - meat."

Freyha: "These things do love meat."

Kincade: "And don't you?"

[Freyha lightly slaps Kincade across the neck as he leans into the trailer window]

Kincade: "Oh fuck off-"

Freyha: "Since when were you such a baby?"

Kincade: "Not that - " [Kincade motions to the interior of the trailer, making room for Freyha near the window.]

Pvt Freyha: "Is that what I think it is?"

[Shepard walks into the trailer, a table surrounded by built in leather seats is present at the end of a small kitchen area, a deceased SCP-XXXX-B instance is laying on the table - impaled with a steak knife.]

[Kincade enters the trailer, shaking a frying pan in the kitchen area.] "What'd ya reckon dix, you up for a fry up?"

Freyha: "Oh fuck."

Kincade: "Now who's the baby- oh."

[Shepard spins round, revealing an extremely large SCP-XXXX-A instance sitting outside - looking at the team.]

Shepard: "Maybe it didn't see us…?"

Kincade: "It definitely sees us."

SCP-XXXX-A Instance: H-e-hrgh…

[Both Kincade and Shepard initially lean in curiously; as Freyha begins to reach slowly for her side arm, Kincade puts his arm in-front of her protectively and reaches for his own]

SCP-XXXX-A Instance: Help.

[All members of the team pause for a moment]

Kincade: [Whispering] "Well that's new."

Shepard:[Whispering] "I'm calling this in, we don't have a cage big enough for this thing. Keep your gun ready Kincade."

Kincade: [Whispering] "On it."

Shepard: [Looks down] "Fuckin' radio needs two batteries." [Shepard reaches up toward the camera before turning it off]

[END LOG]

Team successfully detained a large SCP-XXXX-A instance and 2 small SCP-XXXX-B instances before calling for a containment team to assist in returning the specimen to the site.

Team Status: No casualties sustained - all equipment accounted for.

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DATE: 24 Apr 2021 18:34

Item #: SCP-5893

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures:
SCP-5893 is to be kept within a 8 m x 8 m containment unit at all times. There should be no fewer than three (3) armed guards with Level Four clearance guarding SCP-5893. Testing on SCP-5893 is forbidden due to the events of Log-3. If someone were to enter without proper protection for longer than 300 seconds, initiate █ █ █ █.

Description:
SCP-5893 is a pool of lava with heavy radioactive properties. Attempts to examine the composition of SCP-5893 have all failed due to the anomalous properties of SCP-5893. Entering the same room as SCP-5893 for 60 seconds will result in minor radiation sickness. Entering the same room as SCP-5893 for 200 seconds will result in a lethal dose of radiation sickness. Entering the same room as SCP-5893 for █ █ █ seconds will result in transformation into SCP-5893-A.

SCP-5839 Log-1
D-4298 Enters the containment unit.
D-4298: How long do I have to stand in this fucking shithole?
Dr. █ █ █ █ remains silent.
Sixty seconds pass and D-4298 starts displaying symptoms of radiation sickness.
Dr. █ █ █ █: How do you feel?
D-4298: Like I have a fever. A bad one.
Dr. █ █ █ █ orders guards to collect D-4298 and bring him outside of the room.
D-4298 was later confirmed to have minor radiation sickness.

SCP-5839 Log-2
D-5391 enters the containment unit.
Everything remains silent until the 60 second mark.
Dr. █ █ █ █: How are you feeling?
D-5391: Like my organs are getting torn up by a snake.
Symptoms are the same until the 200 second mark.
D-5391 collapses.
D-5391 was determined to have been killed by a lethal dose of radiation.

SCP-5839 Log-3
D-2139 enters the room. The doors shut behind D-2139.
D-2139 starts displaying symptoms of minor radiation sickness. Dr. █ █ █ █ notes this down.
D-2139: ugh..
Dr. █ █ █ █: anything wrong?
D-2139: it feels like my body is inside out..
Soon after, D-2139 collapses. Dr. █ █ █ █ orders the guards to stay put. At the 300 second mark the body starts moving
Dr. █ █ █ █: what the fuck?
The body starts transforming into the same substance as SCP-5839. Chaos ensues and the log ends there.
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DATE: 24 Apr 2021 16:32

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Containment Class: Euclid
Disruption Class: Vlam
Risk Class: Danger (Formerly Caution)
Clearance Requirements: Restricted (Formerly Unrestricted)

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept in a standard cell, furnished with one twin bed, one sofa, a deck of cards, and a large bookshelf to have new reading material cycled through on a weekly basis. Other requested materials by the anomaly are to be approved by the site director. One guard is to be stationed outside of her cell at all times to ensure no unauthorized personnel enter. Due to her cooperative nature, any guards dealing with SCP-XXXX are to attempt to resolve conflict peacefully if possible. However, during durations where SCP-XXXX must be separated from SCP-XXXX-A, or SCP-XXXX-B for more than six hours, an on-site psychologist briefed on the abilities of SCP-XXXX may be stationed in her cell if one is available and the site director allows it. SCP-XXXX has reacted positively to the presence of Dr. Dixon Woods for this purpose, and as such, they will be stationed in Site-██ for this purpose among others

Any authorized interactions and tests with SCP-XXXX are to be done while SCP-XXXX-A and SCP-XXXX-B are kept in a wooden chest in the same room.

Temporary Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is not to be allowed to perform with SCP-XXXX-B on her person without express permission by the Site Director. Any violations of this are to be met with a tranquilizer shot administered via turret that must stay installed in her cell. This will stay in place until such a time when SCP-XXXX-B can be used safely.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a 37 year old human female by the legal name of █████ █████ previously employed as an illusionist in a travelling show. She is approximately 155 centimeters tall and weighs approximately 39 kilograms. She is often observed in very flowy dresses and elaborate outfits when permitted access to them. She is generally very flamboyant, with a great deal of showmanship when she is aware of observers, but has been very cooperative with the Foundation past the troubles that her social characteristics bring. She has shown a will to want to entertain and "make people happy" and can perform sleight of hand magic tricks when she has the materials to do so. While the tricks are impressive, there is no indication of them being anomalous. In addition, SCP-XXXX shows no signs of being an anomalous entity on her own, instead enabling SCP-XXXX-A and SCP-XXXX-B as far as research has indicated.

SCP-XXXX harbors an unreasonable connection towards her personal possessions on her person at the time of containment, and will grow increasingly distressed while separated, mostly trying to get to the items by charm and persuasion. Most notable of these are a top hat with a red bow (SCP-XXXX-A), a traditional fake magic wand (SCP-XXXX-B), and a non-anomalous series of fantasy novels.

SCP-XXXX-A is a black felt top hat, 21 centimeters tall, with a red ribbon and red polka dot bow tied at its base. The hat, when isolated, shows no anomalous properties.

SCP-XXXX seems to have the ability to detect the thoughts, intent, and emotional state of living fauna within 20 meters while wearing SCP-XXXX-A. This anomalous behavior has been confirmed to be accurate with 99.3% precision by human subjects, although it is unknown if the ability translates to non-human subjects as there is no way to confirm if SCP-XXXX's readings match the thoughts of those subjects at this time.

SCP-XXXX-B is a wooden wand from a children's set, 30 centimeters long with a black and silver spiraling pattern. It, akin to SCP-XXXX-A, shows no anomalous ability to human senses, but when revealed to SCP-████, it was heavily repulsed by the instrument, claiming it had to "destroy the demon within" with a violent outburst to follow1

SCP-XXXX seems to be able to use SCP-XXXX-B during performances of hers in a therapeutic manner, those having witnessed most of the show reported being more neutral in feeling, and occasionally experience memory loss, typically consisting of incidents of negative emotional weight, and a subjects affected are reported to be "a little less like themselves" afterwards. This effect is greatened in volunteers, if any are needed, with the same, if not lessened, downsides.

SCP-XXXX was discovered when the Foundation received an anonymous tip about "actual goddamned magic" being performed at a hotel lounge in Las Vegas. Agent Blyden, who was between assignments at the time, was tasked to investigate. Agent Blyden determined that the illusions presented in the stage show were, in fact, non-anomalous. However, after the show, they were approached by the magician, who openly asked them about the Foundation. Although Agent Blyden volunteered no information about the Foundation and stuck to their cover story, the persistence of SCP-XXXX's questioning convinced Agent (whatever) that SCP-XXXX was somehow reading their mind. SCP-XXXX allowed themselves to be taken into custody without incident. After the incident, Agent Blyden was recalled, and extensive debriefing revealed gaps in their memory going back 17 years.


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DATE: 24 Apr 2021 11:30

Collected scraps of writing and documentation for Captain Bones.

CONFIDENTIAL/DO NOT COPY
NOT FOR PUBLICATION

The following texts are for reference use only, and are stored on Sandbox for the purposes of preserving the formatting necessary for copying them into an article.

KEY

TS = Text Section
PS = Plot Section

TS-001 "The Savior"

PS-001 "NS114 Event Log 1"

TS-002 "NS114 Event Log 1"

TS-003 "Uncategorized Anomalous Entity #27061"


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DATE: 24 Apr 2021 09:10
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CAPTION-GOES-HERE

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Safe Neutralized

Special Containment Procedures: A four metre (4m) tall chainlink fence is to be erected around the already fenced property. The doors acessing the boiler room, main building and dorms are to be kept locked. CCTV surveillance monitoring all doors leading to the affected areas is to be established. Three (3) agents of STF-Theta-4 "Broom Fighters" are to move into available houses near SCP-XXXX and monitor the property for intruders. Trespassers are to be apprehended by two (2) agents posing as local law enforcement and administered Class-A amnestics.

Following Incident XXXX-01 SCP-XXXX ceased all activity and is to be considered neutralized. The school has been reopened and is in use again. An agent of STF-Theta-4 "Broom Fighters" is to be inserted into the school's custodial staff and check for anomalous activity using a random number generator at least 4 times a day. Should SCP-XXXX resume exhibiting anomalous properties report back immediately for containment reactivation.

Description: [Paragraphs explaining the description]

Addendum: [Optional additional paragraphs]

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