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DATE: 04 Feb 2021 15:10
She sat at her desk reading a novel. She heard Adam’s voice saying, "Hello? Miss Thompson?" Iris groaned, the last time Adam’s had done something like this it had ended up with the gocs ambushing them.
“Come in,” Iris said, setting her novel down.
“We have a problem”
“What kind”
“ will explain along the way ”
……………ok.
In the briefing room, all stops were out, as the Intelligence Agent (IA) was giving info faster than she could take it in. it was “intel says” this and “observations say” that. Iris just wanted to go to bed, but she was in charge, so she sat up.
And then there were explosions on site. Everybody else sat up, startled, as they were clearly not expecting anything. Iris opened her mouth to speak, but then a platoon of Mobile Task Force (MTF) rushed in and said
“The site is under attack, we need to move.” It was as if everybody was running from some invisible foe, most of them went to the breach shelter, while Iris, site director light, and dr alto clef ran to the control room.
The control room was a mess of Klaxons and flashing red lights. Iris stopped for a moment, adjusting from a dull corridor to a roomful of lights and movement.
The whole room was in utter chaos. Iris left the hectic control room and started to run to the MTF A9 armory, in sector 2.
When Iris reached the armory, most of her team was there, hurriedly gearing up. Iris’s arrival went unnoticed. Iris hurriedly put on a Kevlar vest. When Iris finished sliding on the vest, she grabbed an HK416 as a primary weapon, an iPhone 11 as a secondary weapon, and a Glock 17 as a sidearm, she felt ready.
“Move out,” Iris said to her team. her team did not know she was there previously, but being seasoned professionals, they kept their surprise to themselves and noded.
The team ran in a double-column line to sector 3, where security was facing heavy casualties. When the team got there, they were instantly pinned down by the enemy fire.
About half of her team went down then and there. The main security force was down to 5 people, about half a squad. They were almost out of ammo and they were taking very heavy casualties by the time Iris’s team got there.
Iris opened fire, taking down an enemy with each shot! Soon there were no hostiles left. What was left of the security squad thanked Iris and her team.
The rest of the MTF that was with Iris split up, Iris talking about 5 team members with her into the HCZ, an area where Iris felt her task was. little did she know that she would face off against SCP-106.
When Iris was running through the facility, the stench of gunpowder was everywhere. She heard an announcement saying ”SCP-106 has breached containment. Please be vigilant and exit the facility in an orderly fashion—” at that point, there was a gunshot and a thud.
Iris froze remembering the horror stories. some say he is a god from an era long ago, others say he is WWI in the flesh, while others say he pulls prey into a pocket dimension and toys with and tortures them than spits them out to die. Unknown to Iris, all of those are at least half true, and more.
Iris resumed running. Around the corner, she heard oozing slime, heavy footsteps. Iris froze, smelling the stench of mud, death, and disease. She heard gunshots then a scream which cut off abruptly. Iris then saw a dark, slime-soaked figure coming towards her, and she ran, taking potshots at it, to no avail.
Recognizing the monster as SCP 106, she ran. Sweat soaked her body. She almost missed the team of NTF(MTF Elipson 11 ”9 tailed fox”). she ran towards them, sliding through the gap in the line as they opened fire.
Later, after the debriefing, Iris lay down and started to think about how did this happen. The forest air was heavy with the smell of smoke, fuel, and sweat. Helicopters were carrying out the wounded, and some of the SCPs were being loaded onto trucks.
The chaos was nothing, compared to Irises head. “What happened”, she wondered, a question that was probably not going to be answered. Iris knew that this will probably be redacted from documents soon. Hell, she was lucky that the warhead did not detonate. Iris was to be evacuated with the class A personnel in a few hours.
Amazingly, no news networks have caught on, despite the fires and explosions. The foundation outdid themselves this time.
iris thought as she stood up, and steadied herself against the tent wall. She exited the tent, stepping into a cloud of dust from a helicopter landing, and given the fact that there were several armed guards around. the landing pad, iris could tell they were important, whoever they were. As the helicopter touched down, a person in a suit exited.
“Iris Thompson, AKA SCP-105, will you come with me,” the person said, pulling her into the helicopter. Before iris could say anything, the person attempted to drug her, but iris fought back. She kicked the person in the stomach, but then the person stuck a needle into, her leg. Then she blacked out.
Iris woke up in a fancy bedroom, nicer than anything she had ever been in. the air was light, but iris could tell it was filtered. Iris realized her clothes had changed, instead of a combat suit she was wearing a formal suit. She got out of the bed, the heavy blanket falling on the plush floor.
Iris stepped out of the room into a hallway that looked right out of a palace, right down to the gold plated light fixtures. It was still very clearly a foundation site due to the logo being omnipresent. A person in a suit walked up to her, clearly knowing who she was.
“Mam, will you please follow me”, the man said. Iris chose to follow him, but it struck her as odd that he referred to her as mam, not SCP-105. They stepped into an auditorium with the logo of the O5 council
“SCP-105, welcome to the O5 council”.
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DATE: 04 Feb 2021 08:09
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS RESTRICTED TO O5-4 and O5-7 ONLY.
THE ONLY PERSONNEL AUTHORIZED ACCESS TO THE FILE BELOW ARE SELECT O5 COUNCIL MEMBERS. IF ANY UNAUTHORIZED ACCESS IS DETECTED, YOU WILL BE TRACKED, LOCATED, AND AMNESTICIZED.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6753 is to have all crucial knowledge about it's current whereabouts, dates, related sites, and subjects involved erased from the databank. Under no circumstances are more than five subjects authorized to know about SCP-6753 at any given time. SCP-6753 was discovered on ██/██/████, near ██████, ██████████, United States of America.
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DATE: 04 Feb 2021 05:55
Tick
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
The clock above Doctor Vancil was one of only three sounds present in the room, joined by the heavy breathing of the agent splayed out on the gurney and the impatient footfalls of Doctor Lott slapping against the tile floor as he paced back and forth endlessly in front of the chamber door. Time weighed heavy on them both, for it was starting to run out. Agent Kleitman had been unconscious for the better part of three hours, and every minute that he spent in this part of the third sphere dramatically lessened the likelihood of him ever waking again.
“Time?” Doctor Lott asked, wiping a trickle of sweat from his forehead.
“One-hundred and sixty-eight minutes…” Vancil’s eyes were still fixed on the clock. Lott cursed under his breath and shook his head.
“He’s late. He’s always late, but this time… Fuck. If it weren’t for his standing within the Foundation I’d, I'd….” Lott stopped in the middle of the room and turned to look at the man on the table.
“I, uhm—We’re still recording the session, Doctor Lott.” Vancil swallowed nervously. The other man shook his head again and tightened his lips.
“And I don’t give a damn. We have an agent stuck in one of the third sphere’s metaphorical sink-holes, and the only man on site with a rope harness is in the commissary getting coffee—or whatever the fuck it is that he drinks.” Lott continued his tirade, albeit with a subdued temper.
Vancil couldn’t help but agree with the sentiment. They’d sent the call out almost forty minutes ago now, and it hardly took fifteen minutes to cross the entire facility on foot. It could already be too late for Agent Kleitman… but he knew that they couldn’t afford to start thinking about that. He was strong-willed, more so than most candidates. Vancil supposed that was the reason that their superiors greenlit this experiment in the first place. Using an asset like Kleitman for a project with this kind of risk potential…
A knock at the door broke both men from their worried trance. Anger returned to Lott’s face as he began to open the door, but civility prevailed and he held back the slew of curses he had prepared to let fly into the visitor’s face. He stepped aside to let the man in. He was about the same age as Lott, maybe a few years older, and his face was even more stained by stress than the doctor’s. In his left hand was a steaming cup of coffee, or something that looked like it at the very least. As soon as he entered the room the smell of it began to permeate the air, and Vancil was sure he’d never smelt a blend quite so pungent. He handed it to Lott and took off his black peacoat, balled it up, and threw it in the corner of the room beside the metal gurney before taking the drink back.
“You said he’s been in for two hours?” The man asked quietly, staring at Agent Kleitman over the rim of his cup. His voice was soft, almost lazy, and a little sing-song.
“Almost three, now. It was two when we called you.” Lott’s words were icy.
“Yeah… sorry about that. You woke me up, had to get dressed and get a morning drink in…” the man lazily stretched, looking over at Vancil as he surveyed the room. His eyes were dark brown with deep bags under them, yet they shone with more life than any the doctor had ever seen. “Alright. You can stay, or go. I’ll be done when I’m done. What was his name, again?” he looked back and forth between the two doctors for an answer.
“Kleitman. Agent Kleitman.” Vancil was the first to speak. The other man rolled his head back towards the younger doctor and gave a weak smile. It didn’t seem quite right on his face.
“I need his first name, too… it can be hard to build trust out in the ‘scape.” The smile faded into a tired expression.
“Anthony.” Doctor Lott spoke up from behind. The impatient annoyance in his voice was obvious. The other man nodded and turned towards the Agent, walking up alongside the gurney and looking down at him for a moment, memorizing his face. He then sat back into the corner he’d tossed his coat into, lifting it up the wall to rest his head against.
“Stay or go… Won’t make a difference. Might be a while.” He yawned, waving his hand. He then took a deep drink from his cup, closed his eyes, and stopped moving.
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There was an ocean. Shrouded by a black blanket pocked with flickering lights, the ocean stretched on forever in every direction. East and west, north and south… Up and down. On and on it flowed, its emerald depths opaque to the eyes of Anthony Kleitman.
Anthony stood atop a modest pile of rocky sand in the middle of it all casting his vision as far as he could, seeing nothing but tumultuous waves moving in a strange and hypnotic fashion. His island amidst the vast waters was miniscule, large enough to accomodate his own two feet and nothing more. He looked down and noticed sand sloughing aside, falling into the ocean, and felt his heart quicken.
Felt his heart quicken.
The waves near him grew stronger in that moment. They surged and seized and threatened to overtake his small perch, but not so much as a wayward spray touched his flesh. The storm grew and doubled its fury, throwing water up a hundred feet into the air with each crash against his pillar. It was taller now, he realized, and still it was growing up, up and up higher into the sky. Another huge spray burst up from below, reaching its apex far above his head. This time, it fell upon him.
He did not waver, it felt weightless against him like a gentle breeze, but he could feel the dampness of the water settle in against his skin. It was cold but not unpleasant at first, until it began to cool. It started slowly and gained effect as seconds passed, starting as a light chill and rising to a deep freeze in just a few moments. Anthony Kleitman brought his arms in close to his chest and held himself to keep what little warmth he could, but he felt no difference from it. He rubbed his face, but his hands merely served to further freeze the skin of his nose and lips.
Cold.
When he took them away he could see wrinkles growing all along his fingers and up his arms. So many wrinkles, first they came in numbers and then they grew deeper and deeper like crevices prying into his flesh. Through his splayed and wrinkled fingers he could see the lights in the sky twinkle out of existence, first one at a time and then many at once until but a few weak white points remained hanging in the infinite black. He stared at them, and they stared back.
Then the world was right again. The seas calmed, the air warmed, and his skin stretched taut upon his body once more. He had felt alone when he first arrived at the ocean. Now, he knew that he never was. Never would be. He looked down to the placid water far below, and realized that he could see through it. All around his little pillar of stone and sand he could make out the bottom of the ocean—a great red grassy field swaying in gentle breezes, held close by a blue-grey sky. It looked serene. He felt serene.
He felt serene.
Anthony Kleitman took one more look up at the sky full of eyes, then dove into the water below.
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DATE: 04 Feb 2021 05:06
Special Containment Procedures:
Description:
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DATE: 04 Feb 2021 01:25
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DATE: 03 Feb 2021 22:52
CAPTION-GOES-HERE
Item #: SCP-66666-J
Object Class: Keter (indicate which class)
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-66666-J should be kept in a brightly lit room made out of titanium any inmates or personnel that go into SCP-66666-J's cell will be killed by SCP-66666-J via all sorts of ways from strangulation, drowning, blood loss, combustion,
Description: SCP-66666-J is a shadow demon that is pitch black with red eyes while the eye color can change colors, SCP-66666-J
Addendum: [Optional additional paragraphs]
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DATE: 03 Feb 2021 20:39
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 4/5635 CLASSIFIED
ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 4/5635 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION.
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DATE: 03 Feb 2021 19:25
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be contained on a SanDisk 4GB flash drive located inside of a secure safe inside of Room ███ at Site-██. Personnel are allowed within Room ███ and are allowed to plug the flash drive into the laptop inside of Room ███. Personnel are forbidden do experiments with SCP-XXXX. Doing experiments with SCP-XXXX will result in a instant termination.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a program with the name "occidere_eos.exe". Even though it is a executable file SCP-XXXX seems to be able to run on every operating system including ones that don't support executables. When ran on a operating system that doesn't support executables it will launch a
process named "umbra.exe" and run it as a sub-process in that process. When executed the user will see a screen telling them to type a name. A reproduction can be seen here:
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When a name is typed in, the person/people with that name will die of a sudden heart attack. The cause of these heart attacks is currently unknown.
Audio Log from Interview XXXX-1
Interviewer: Dr. ███
Interviewed: Edward Bonilla
[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. ███: Hello, Mr. Bonilla.
Edward Bonilla: Hello.
Dr. ███: So, you have been a victim of SCP-XXXX?
Edward: If that is the thing that gave me that heart attack and almost killed me, then yes.
Dr. ███: Okay, what was happening when you got that heart attack?
Edward: I was in the hospital because I was in a car crash 3 days before. Then I just passed out.
Dr. ███: How did you survive this heart attack?
Edward: It was the nurses, they told me I just had a heart attack when I woke up and they just kept trying no matter what was happening. I think they used that shocky thing.
Dr. ███: Well, it's great that you're here, but what did you feel when you had the heart attack?
Edward: I felt like something was watching me. [Long pause] you know that feeling when you think somebody is behind you? That's what it felt like.
Dr. ███: Yes, I know that feeling. I believe we are done here.
[A chair can be heard moving and the sound of footsteps leave the room. Edward Bonilla has left the room.]
Dr. ███: I'm requesting that we can not do any experiments with SCP-XXXX until further notice.
[END LOG]
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DATE: 03 Feb 2021 19:15
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The Sands of an Novice Jesuit
≃ Special Containment Procedures
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≃ Description
SCP-XXXX Is an "Sand Humanoid" Entity Measuring an observable amount of 1.77~ meters height, bearing a strong resemblance of a Typical depiction of an Spanish conquistador which Lacks two human facial components, Being these a Mouth and Recognizable eyes. meanwhile others facial components such as a "Nose" and a "Bushy Beard" can be Easily recognized and associated.
As mentioned beforehand, the entity appearance is of a Tall Male Conquistador Foot Soldier which "wears" a Typical Spanish-Style Armor whose Recognizable Parts consist on; Breastplate, arms, leg greaves and a metal overlapping plates skirt, along a Morion-style Helmet.
Depiction of SCP-XXXX, Made by an anonymous Artist, circa 1790. recovered from The X Y Museum, Spain.
It is to be noted that the Entity Entire body is Composed of a mixture of seemingly fine Black sands which has been observed to be Intermittent between The Solid and Watery State of matter, Meanwhile the entity's entire body has been observed to also contain Small Shiny minerals and tiny fragments of Shiny Minerals that flow through and out of the Insides of the Body, Arms, Head and legs of the Entity, these Minerals are often seen flowing in response to the Movements Made by the entity in question.
In Addition to all of above, SCP-XXXX Has Showed the Capability of Manifesting a slender, sharply-pointed two-edged Bladed Sword onto it's hand as well. The Sword Appearance has been identified as an Rapier-Style sword who shares the same materials composition as SCP-XXXX's Body. Besides this, it also been observed that the entity in question can also Extract a Small "Coin Purse" coming from his lower back side, more accurately, the Gluteus Medius Area. This Object has been observed to be formed of the same Material Type as the Local Algae and Pacific Ocean Algae. More accurately due to his Bright red color,and in unusual cases, dim. The Rhodophyta Type.
It is currently unknown if this "Coin Purse" is of any relevant use to SCP-XXXX or if it's being carried or formed by SCP-XXXX.
≃ Activity, Area of Interest and Cycle
SCP-XXXX Area of interest, Designed Zone-A.
SCP-XXXX's Main Point of Apparition and Subsequent Activities Occurs Yearly during the month of August on the South-West Beach-portion of the small Chilean island Known as -Colloquially and formally- Mocha Island, Located west of the coast of the Arauco Province (Bío Bío, VIII Region) in the Country of Chile of the South-American Continent.
SCP-XXXX Manifestation -As mentioned before- occur once a year in the Month of August, randomly selecting a set of 4 random Days of a Single week of the given month. These selections -and subsequent SCP-XXXX Manifestation- have been documented to happen only in relation to the Day's General Temperature, opting to appear only on Cold days with a general temperature of a Minimum 8º Celsius and a maximum of 13º Celsius. The State of the weather and Sea level doesn't seem to influence these selections, as far as recent observations, and as such, has been discarded until further research can make a direct correlation between these and the Selected days.
Once this criteria is met and SCP-XXXX apparition have occurred on the island's beach. SCP-XXXX Will manifest into the island and begin to make a Journey towards the island Forest. This "Journey" and Posterior activities that SCP-XXXX undergo have been documented after Reiterated observations, as part of SCP-XXXX Active Phase.
≃ "Initial discovery" and Recorded Recovery
The First Activities and Interactions Suspected and Considered to be of SCP-XXXX's work in this location as an Active Entity, have been described and formally documented to have taken place since the 19th (nineteenth) century onto our present day,
≃ Experimentation, Testing Logs
Testing Log Foreword
Due to the reiterated behavior and interactions that SCP-XXXX has made with it's environment in the last couple of decades in a Annual routine taking place on a set of four (4) random days of a week. and to an extend, being considered as an Ancient urban legend of sorts by the local and nearby continental populations. It has been considered that SCP-XXXX is not only a sentient entity, but a entity with limited or complete Sentience.
In order to understand this hypothesis, a couple of experiments has been Proposed to explore the extends of it's thought-to-be sapient state and interactions with live subjects.
The records have been Annexed in the following document.
| Test Nº | Subject | Instructions Given | Result | Additional Notes |
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| XX/XX | D-7932 | D-7932 is instructed to approach SCP-XXXX and sit in front of it during Phase Nº1 | D-7932 slowly approaches the entity while he's visibly intimidated by it and proceeds to sit in front of it. during the initial process, SCP-XXXX Doesn't react to him until D-Class sits, at which point the entity stares at the subject for a brief moment before extending it's arm towards him. Subject responds by quickly raising up and getting away from it, from which the entity only stares momentarily, before heading towards a nearby trail. Initiating Phase Nº2 | N/A |
| XX/XX | D-7943 | D-7943 is instructed to approach SCP-XXXX during it's Phase Nº1 to attempt to establish vocal communication with the entity. | D-7943 Approaches SCP-XXXX. Same behavior from Test Nº1 ensues until D-7943 vocally communicate with it, from which point SCP-XXXX is observed to apparently Listen carefully to her, while leaning on it's rapier. No Further movements are made by the entity during the whole interaction until D-7943 retires from the Area. Moment that SCP-XXXX continues with it's Travel. | From our perspective, we could see that it showed some interest into our Subject, now. The tricky part is to decipher if this "Interaction" actually meant something, or if it was only looking at her instead of understanding what she was saying. ~Researcher Cortéz |
| XX/XX | D-7951 | Replica of Test NºX, Additional debrief is given. | D-7951 slowly approaches SCP-XXXX. The entity takes note of the subject's presence and it's equipment, Instantly assuming a Guard Stance while tracking D-7951's Movements. Subject attempts to attack SCP-XXXX, Who in retaliation Dodges Subject's attack proceeding to grab him tightly by the wrist at the same that it disarms and throws him into the ground swiftly, Holding him in place by putting it's "Rapier" onto his chest. No movements between the entity and subject is recorded for a duration of 1 minute, time that SCP-XXXX Let's D-7951 go while kicking the Subject's knife out of his reach. Foundation Staff Indicates D-7951 to leave the area. Time that the entity resumes his travel onto Phase Nº2. | After this test, The Sapient designation was given to SCP-XXXX in addition to it's Sentient Designation. |
| XX/XX | D-8275 | D-8275 was supplied with a Italian-Style Rapier Sword in addition to a Low-standard "Protection Armor" and instructed to Attack SCP-XXXX. | D-8275 approaches SCP-XXXX and Starts making gestures with his sword at it, Seemingly mocking it. Resulting in SCP-XXXX Assuming a Guard Stance while slowly closing distance towards him. A Couple of Sword parries and smalls cuts are exchanged between the two of them for a brief time before D-8275 over-extends a Sword thrust, exposing himself. To which SCP-XXXX retaliates in Inquartata Attack as it Dodges the thrust, piercing D-8275 through his Chest and violently falling to the ground, slowly bleeding before expiring. After the Subject's expiration, SCP-XXXX can be seen "cleaning" it's rapier before returning to his original routine. | This shines the Entity's Ability as a tactician and a Fine Swordsman, Since D-8275 wasn't just a simple convict that happened to be requested here, he was a inmate sentenced to death due to his Cold blooded Murders related to swords… ~Researcher Goméz |
| XX/XX | D-7983 | D-7983 was Supplied with a Standard recording equipment in order to record SCP-XXXX in close proximity during it's Phases Nº2, 3 and 4. | SCP-XXXX Didn't show any type of hostility towards D-7983 during the traject of Phase Nº2. Changing completely once it commenced it's Phase Nº3, in which point it started to show great hostility towards the subject. Subject is indicated to retire from the area. | We Need to Learn More About Phase 3, I will retake the same experiment when the occasion arises. -Researcher XXXXX |
| XX/XX | D-7983 | Replica of the previous experiment, Additional Instruction to not leave the area is given. | [DATA EXPUNGED] | N/A |
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Types of Love and relations of those the infection affects and those that it almost aggressively resists
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Item #: SCP-Love
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: All the people in the town of (REDACTED), Alaska have been terminated due to contagion to SCP-Love, except SCP-Love-1.
With the exception of the elderly and the pre-puberty children. The elders got to retire in a Foundation run retirement home with class B amnesiacs administered.
All the orphans were adopted by the Foundation and kept in an isolated youth training center. But after the event SCP-Love /B, all the children, teachers and other students were terminated via gas and incineration.
The patient zero of SCP-Love, SCP-Love-1 is kept in soundproof containment cell, without audio or observation. SCP-Love-1 is observed still to be contained by automated feeding and feces observation system. Subjects vitals are also monitored through implemented trackers. Extra caution is to be regarding any possible objects that SCP-Love-1 could try suicide. Subject is given books to read, exercise bike, music albums and an old record player.
All video and audio logs regarding SCP-Love are sealed and need 05-level authorization. When SCP-Love-1A is being extracted from SCP-Love-1s pineal gland, or whenever in any contact with SCP-Love-1 a strict quarantine protocol is maintained on all personnel participating. Minimum of 16 days of total isolation quarantine to all participants. Only short coded, text based reports are allowed, and considered in possible extending or of rising quarantine procedures to Extinction Scenario Alpha level.
When extracting SCP-Love-1A the patient is always put to sleep via anesthetic gas. Personnel involved wear infrared or "scrambler" goggles, making them unable to see SCP-Love-1. Still, caution is advised.
All contagion cases of SCP-Love result in immediate termination, avoiding to look or listen the infected are basic precautions, should SCP-Love breach containment.
Description: SCP-Love is a highly contagious, lethal and emotion based disease. Infected pass the disease even trough still audio and their recorded voice, especially so in the case of SCP-Love-1, the patient zero and the only immune to SCP-Love. The infected doesn't necessarily fall in love to the subject who infected him/her, and never in the case of SCP-Love-1. But the infected do fall in and out of love (The more aggressive, passionate and obsessive Eros, Mania & Ludus (Love as a game)- types of love) seemingly at random. Gender, sexual preference or any recognizable factor doesn't influence to whom the infected might fall for. Even objects, imaginary people in television or in one instance the heard name of an agent were enough to rise strong feelings. More rational and unselfish types of love, Agape (Selfless, divine or righteous love), Pragma (realistic love) and Storge (Love as friendship), the infected are totally incapable of feeling. Parents for example stop loving their children, usually forgetting them soon as SCP-Love progresses. Spouses usually fall out of love.
The symptoms of jealousy, ownership, out-right fantasy building, obsession and mania become more and more severe by time. Infected show often symptoms of paranoia and violent behaviour.
The elderly post-Menopause men and women are immune to SCP-Love. Pre-puberty teens were also thought to be immune, until the second outbreak SCP-Love/B. The first outbreak event, and subsequently the location of SCP-Love are designated SCP-Love/A. Patient zero, SCP-Love-1 was extracted from SCP-Love/A. A temporary blocking vaccine has been formulated, meaning it makes subject immune to SCP-Love for an undetermined time. The extraction of the vital ingredient from SCP-Love-1 is slow, and can't be hurried.
In all likelihood when SCP-Love-1 dies, so does the SCP-Love as no other first origin cases have been recorded.
Addendum:
SCP-Love/A/Doc37, 13/08/2XX 05:24:13
Transcript, Last log entry. Lt. C. Harris, First Response Tactical Squad Gamma-5:
Hi..Base…Whoever hears this.. This is, I mean I'm L-T Chris Harrisson..Gamma-Five, Hurraah! Making one last entry before the gas is dropped, and the lights go out.. I did my job, I saved Nadia. . Hell, I've earned the sleep! Got them the info about this.. thing. . it being contagious as hell!
Maybe the Cap got the old man down and in custody…. it's about him.. somehow he's involved..
But I'm getting ahead of myself. So yeah, I was one of the 20 men first on the scene.
Aerial shots had shown people running, chasing each other, fighting, acting all sorts of nut.
Some gun shots were heard. People acting weird in some rural small town, sounds like a day in the paradise! A piece of pastry! You'd think…You should never think, expect anything when they send us out.. Expect the worst, and be usually right…
But that was about the intel we had when we went into the SCP-Love/A.
Stun grenades, tranq. dart ARs, with lethal ammo if necessary, slips to tie people with, gas masks, IR/Thermal/Night-vision goggles and the command to search, study, observe, secure, contain and report. With subdue and contain the civilians, terminal rights if deemed necessary. If things went…extreme.. They did..
Me and 6 others went in from the west side of SCP-Love/A at O 300 AM, across a stone bridge and small river. Meanwhile Cap'n and 12 other Gammas would make approach from North-west, we comb the houses and meet in the middle of the town and its two main roads. It was barely even dark, up that high on the globe in summer time. You could see the fog was going to rise in a few…
