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DATE: 13 Jul 2021 20:12
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DATE: 13 Jul 2021 19:17
Interviewed: SCP-6196
Interviewer: Dr. Robyn Rexler
Foreword: Interview proceeding recapture of SCP-███ as well as the apprehension of SCP-6196
<Begin Log, [Time-2200]>
Dr. Rexler: Can you state your name for the log?
Foreword: Individual looks confused; squinting and tilting its head to the right.
Dr. Rexler: You offered yourself for containment—Did you know where this site was located prior to arrival?
Foreword: Individual becomes curious; leaning forward in it's chair and moving it's lips as if sounding out words.
Dr. Rexler: Are you—capable of speech?
SCP-6196: I am—when it is advantageous for me.
Foreword: Individual speaks with a deeply African dialect.
Dr. Rexler: What advantages could you garnish from capture?
Foreword: Individual falls back in its chair and chuckles before flashing a set of razor sharp canines toward Dr. Rexler
SCP-6196: I am hoping it will be time—well spent.
Foreword: Dr. Rexler visibly relaxes in their chair; smiling engagingly toward the individual.
Dr. Rexler: Who are you? Why are you here?
Foreword: Individual adjusts in its seat, then speaks out again.
SCP-6196: I am called Inkolo. But I wish to answer your question with a question.
Foreword: The Doctor is visibly concerned; furrowing their brow inward and staring at the individual.
SCP-6196: Can you tell me why you’re here?
Foreword: Doctor glances down toward their notepad and scribbles a short passive while speaking.
Dr. Rexler: I'm here to interview you before we place you into containment. I was sent in to gauge and test your mental stability as well as your overall threat level.
Foreword: Individual chuckles; which reverberates off of the walls of the interrogation unit.
SCP-6196: Tests—Life is made up of tests, you know; tests of strength, tests of will, tests of patience. Tests that always lead to one place, prosperity and abundance. But for prosperity to exist, humanity and nature must live in a—harmonious syncopation with one another.
Dr. Rexler: And you believe that this—syncopation is possible?
Foreword: Individual smirks; baring the harsh edge of its canines once more.
SCP-6196: That, dear Robyn, is why I am here. It seems you and I have adjourning interests, Dr. Rexler. For you see, you may think you’re here to test me. But it is I who is here to test all of you…
<End Log, [Time-2255]>
Closing Statement: In closing interviews, Dr. Rexler spoke of how the individual made them feel at ease; as if talking to an old friend or family member.
Item #: SCP-6196
Object Class: Thaumiel/Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Containment Area 46A (Site Fifty-Eight) is 800 acres of land at the heart of Africa; Between [DATA EXPUNGED] The [DATA EXPUNGED] As well as the [DATA EXPUNGED]
Containment Area 46A is to be constructed with the following components:
- Reflective Holographic Panels made up in the shape of a dome around the perimeter. All panels reach a critical peak point and are to be regulated by an oscillator.
- Four Administrative and Support Area's (ASA) consisting of support facilities and living quarters for on-site staff; located at [DATA REDACTED] of the complex.
- Four Olympia Class Containment Units supplemented with reality anchors (Located within the dome and stationed at the [DATA REDACTED] ASA's)
- Outer Complex Security detail as well as surface to air missiles (SAM) on each side of the site; accompanied by automated tracking hardware.
- Six [DATA REDACTED] Fighter Jets ( Deployed from a Foundation Freighters off the coast of the South African and Indian Oceans.)
- Three Fifty Megaton Nuclear Warhead's
Any and all security personnel should be cycled out regularly; as well as all surrounding monitoring personnel. Update's to all equipment are mandated weekly; to result in optimal reaction time. Any
complaint of mental suggestion, or "Calls to arms" by personnel, is subject for immediate interview and amnestic application; if needed.
In the result of SCP-6196's activation, all on-site personnel are to be outfitted with ██-██ Assault Rifles; as well as miniaturized [DATA REDACTED] Anchors. These devices are to be activated at the first sign of PATMOS XK End of the world Scenario. Surrounding Countries, as well as the necessary major political figure heads, are to be notified of impending threat. If unable to re-contain or in the result of the execution of SCP-6196-5, detonation of on-site 50 Megaton Nuclear Warhead's is approved; which will result in the deaths of all on-site staff, Flora and Fauna.
Description: SCP-6196 consist of Six components: Four floating obsidian monoliths (SCP-6196-1 through 4) a free roaming humanoid entity (SCP-6196-5) And an edged, Obsidian blade in the shape of a greatsword. (SCP-6196-6)
SCP-6196-1 through 4 are all 228.6 m obsidian black, crystal reminiscent monoliths (500 cubits from base to peak). They are encrusted with 6 massive golden runes that are situated 80 m apart from each other; appearing to scroll down the faces of the monoliths [3 of which currently emit a glowing white light]. They are positioned exactly 100 m off of the ground and 64 m apart from one another. They have been seen rising and falling in a syncopated pattern, starting from the furthest left monolith; often letting off a low gravitational hum that will lift object and loose debris off of the ground in the surrounding area; sending it in a rotational spiral around the monoliths outer casing. The monolith grouping has a 2 km perimeter to which any and all personnel, minus SCP-6196-5, are prohibited from entering at any time.
SCP-6196-5 (Designated "Inkolo") is akin to a stocky, muscular african male in his mid twenties; who stands 2.69 m in height. He has chocolate brown skin, a bald head, with a large tightly curled, jet black beard. Although humanoid in look and feel, if turned at the right angle or if anomalous traits are activated, the being begins to shimmer an obsidian hue and feel like hard crystal; often looking more stone like than human. It speaks with an african dialect that predates most african languages; to which it has spent a great deal of time and has an expansive knowledge of, often referring to Africa as "Alkebulan". It's body consist of several runes that show similarities to SCP-6196-1 through 4 (The feet and chest runes glow a white light, while the hands and head runes remain dormant.) When angered, the lights will shine brighter, and the rune placed on the forehead will flicker as if attempting to activate.
In interviews, SCP-6196-5 has displayed high levels of intellect; often speaking with researchers about old literature or asking questions about other entities. It's favorite pastime is sitting with Director Creed and discussing the extent of SCP-6196 primary mandate; the final judgement of the human race. Director Creed often calls into question the “humanity” of 6196 to which it choreographically reply’s that “Its humanity is the reason it was chosen as Judge, jury and executioner”.
Journal Entry: Director Lucifer Creed
Subject: SCP-6196-5
These entities get stranger and stranger every year. Now we have a being that believes it is the last and final judge of humanity? What an ego driven concept. How can one being place its own sense of morality on the collective expanse of the world? Who gives it the right to rule over our day to day decisions, and gauge whether or not they are just? We don’t need judgement, we need order.
SCP-6196-5 has stated in interviews that it is well over 3000 years old, and can recollect a great deal information from its journey's across the earth.
Examples: SCP-6196-5
- It speaks of its time in Rome during its collapse often referring to it as "A failure to sustain a paradise society."
- It speaks of the various slave trade's and the choices of man to create subservient beings out of their fellow race. "The world was attempting to evolve, but subjugation only creates a fissure in the connectivity of people; and that split has left a ripple in history."
SCP-6196-5 claims to be "One of five chosen hands of chaos" and that, because of this "Birthright", it can feel when other entities like itself are nearby. This trait was later renamed "Battle Sense" By Site 58 Director Lucifer Creed. SCP-6196-5 has no recollection of how it came to be, only that there has "always a phrase in my head that spoke of the warriors that walked the ancient sands…" As well as a list of instructions; which include a destination (The Location of SCP-6196-1 through 4). In an interview with Dr. Ulysses J. Colepepper, SCP-6196-5 suddenly remembered another phrase. "The Kings of old have found new shells that shape them into the universe…" Hours after the interview, Dr Colepepper is heard repeating the phrase over and over in a staccato, almost trance like, manner; suddenly finishing it, stating "Let he who walk among their trails, be taken under his will." He later said he had no recollection of ever saying that phrase, nor what it meant; an event that lead to the discovery of SCP-6196-5 Memetic Hazard.
It has enhanced human abilities including, but not limited too:
- Heightened Human Speed (Covering a distance of 80 m in a matter of two (2) seconds)
- Heightened Human Strength (Lifting and tossing a tank (60 Tons) a distance of 4 m)
- Heightened Senses (Sight, Hearing, Smell, Taste and Feel are all greatly exaggerated with SCP-6196-5 having seen, heard, smelled and felt a Foundation jet a distance of 8.20 km away.)
- Enhanced Durability (Shifting its own personal body density to that of the obsidian monoliths; taking heavy missile fire without issue.)
- Enhanced Personal Regeneration ( Has regenerated holes and missing limbs; first appearing as the obsidian stone in the shape of a the body part, before becoming fully realized as "Flesh")
- Heightened Sense of Drive (The entity has been seen persevering through dangerous and life threatening events; such as when it was forced to fight several other instances while bombarded by sustained gun fire from a .50 caliber mounted anti-tank gun.)
- Memetic Hazard. ( Has the ability to induce calm/rage/inspiration to all those who can hear its voice. This hazard overrides the effected individuals sense of rationality and almost forces them to act in accordance to SCP-6196's will (Dependent on if the individual is willing to cooperate or is resistant to the effect.)
- "Battle Sense" Has the ability to sense other anomalous entities within a 2 km distance of itself; almost honing in on the apposing entity(s).
SCP-6196-6 is precisely 1.83 m tall from tip to pommel, and sits at a width of 1.2 ft. It is bonded obsidian, much like 6196-1 through 5, with a large rune situated between the hilt and blade. It gives off a low gravitational hum and the rune has been seen to activate when 6196-5 becomes enraged. The blade itself only responds to 6196-5's command; disappearing and reappearing out of thin air. SCP-6196-5 seems to bare a connection to the blade, and those who attempt to more or lift it, often drop under its immense weight (With variant levels of injury).
Conversation Log 6:
From: Dr. Simon Wintercrest
To: Director Lucifer Creed
Subject: SCP-6196-5/6
We tried to lift the damn thing, but it wouldn’t budge. Then when we asked 6196-5 to move it for us, it laugh; telling us “If you wish to move my blade, you must first give up what gives you power…” what the hell is that even supposed to mean? Please advise.
From: Director Lucifer Creed
To: Dr Simon Wintercrest
Subject: Re: SCP-6196-5/6
The blade itself has to be an extension of SCP-6196-5; otherwise he wouldn’t be able to summon and dissipate it at will. He likes to think he’s an intellectual but he isn’t; so don’t let him get to you. Oh and the answer is pride…
Addendum 6196-a(1-4): Experimentation re: SCP-6196 (1-4) possible kill agents
- Experiment 1: 1 Class D Personnel was instructed to move toward the monolith grouping.
Result: The entities began to hum loudly; thrumming in sequential order, from left to right. The D-class was instructed to stop, but seemed to be in a trance like state. Class D made it within a distance of 2 m before being lifted off of the ground and torn in four pieces; the body parts were individually draw into each of the monoliths, touching against its surface before disappearing inside. Reevaluation of test approach imminent.
- Experiment 2: 4 Class D Personnel were given recording devices and instructed to cross into the monolith grouping.
Result: Similar to the previous experiment. The Class D's stepped within a 2 m radius of the grouping, and were lifted into the air before being drawn toward the monolith's; touching the surface and disappearing inside. Camera feed disconnected upon envelopment.
- Experiment 3: An MTF squadron was released into the containment area and told to use automatic fire on the monoliths (aided by [DATA EXPUNGED] and 6 armored tanks.)
Result: Massive obsidian spikes appeared out of the ground beneath them; tearing through the on-site tanks (Spikes remain in place). Obsidian Golem's appeared out of the face of the obsidian spikes and tore apart the remainder of MTF's and their equipment. All of the bodies were drawn into the monoliths for unknown uses. Destroyed equipment was never retrieved. First set of runes activate at the base of the Monoliths.
- Experiment 4: Several missiles were fired from Foundation Freighters in both the South African and Indian Ocean's toward the containment zone.
Result: All missile detonated upon impact with the monoliths. Monoliths becomes partially translucent, and large cracks began to form on the surface of the structures; amorphous movement was observed taking place within the monolith shells at a distance of 2.5 km. The second glowing glyph was activated just above the last. Possible destruction method acquired.
- Experiment 5: In the coming weeks, researchers and personnel began complaining of voices in their heads, beckoning them to the containment zone.
Result: An emergency experiment was initiated after it was discovered that several Site 58 personnel were found standing just within 4 m of the monolith; their hands in the air as if in adoration of the structures. They were lifted into the air, but began to speak in unison "Four have come, One is last. Keeper of the blackened key. Turn the lock of godly hands and awaken the chaos kings." after which they are crushed into a mushy pink liquid, by unknown means, and drawn into the monoliths; The resulting action causing the shell to become opaque once more with repairs to the damaged portions concluding within four (4) hours. The third glyph was seen activating just at the conclusion of the last crack. Similarly, SCP-6196-5's runes on both feet and chest began to glow and activate permanently. No changes have been examined.
Conclusion: Due to description of the "last King" being adjacent to the description of SCP-6196-5, it is no longer permitted within the containment zone for anything short of SCP-6196's activation; an event it refers to as "The awakening of eternal duality" to which it explains that on that day of reckoning, it will be given its final choice. It will either have to awaken its brothers from their metamorphic slumber (Raining death and destruction in every corner of this galaxy) or choose the side of humanity and destroy the Obsidian judges for the good of mankind.
Addendum 6196-5-aa: SCP-6196-5 Voluntary Field Test
Test 1: Subject was told to defend itself against oncoming fire (D-Class firing squad equipped with assault rifles as well as 2 .50 caliber mounted guns)
Result: Subject summoned obsidian weapon and dispatched the firing squad; plunging its blade into one of the mounted guns before destroying the second by hand.
Test 2: Subject was asked to dissipate and re-summon its blade from one side of the complex to the other.
Result: Subject made the blade appear in several places; including Director Creed's office, which it previously had not seen, before summoning it to its hand.
Test 3: Emergency Test - Subject was asked to assist in the recapture of several escaped entities from site 58.
Result: Subject was able to re-capture instances of SCP [REDACTED] as well as SCP [REDACTED] with a missing left arm, holes in its torso and extremities, as well as missing chunks of its head. All body parts were later reconstituted within four (4) hours.
Journal Entry 17: Dr. Ulysses J. Colepepper
Subject: SCP-6196-5 Internal Conflict
SCP-6196-5 claims that the monoliths are all that is left of his former kin. During our interview, he explained that he believes at one point he and his "Brothers" were human, but were "Chosen by the fate's multiplicity." 6196-5 spoke about how initially it was their "job" to be "Heralds of judgement" and that they were to "Combat those who wish to disturb the flowing synchronicity." He claims to not view the Foundation as a threat; suggesting that many of our ideals align in the grand scheme. He went on to say that there have been several others like the Foundation, over his time-span of 3000 years, and that there will always be more; claiming that it would eventually topple like any other erected tower of justice.
Addendum 6196-5-b: SCP-6196 Involvement with MTF Squadron [DATA EXPUNGED]
Details: [DATA REDACTED]
Interviewed: SCP-6196-5 "Inkolo"
Interviewer: Director Lucifer Creed
Foreword: Both individuals stare at each other for two (2) full minutes of silence.
Director Creed: Y'know, I've been calling my own morality into question as of late; and I've come to some startling yet eye opening revelations…I don't believe you're truly a judge of humanity.
<Begin Log, [Time-1633]>
Foreword: SCP-6196-5 furrowed its brow inward.
SCP-6196: And why is that, Director Creed? Is it because of my faults? Is it because you still believe that I am so far above humanity, that I couldn't possibly judge a race of sentient beings without first having been one? Do you truly think so little of me?
Foreword: The Director leans back in his chair; and interlocked his fingers before placing them on his abdomen.
Director Creed: I think the reason why you can't be a judge of humanity is the same reason you're still lining the fence on whether, as a whole, we are good or evil. The world is made up of grey area's and we all fall into them—even you.
Foremost: SCP-6196-5 sits in silence; a smile slowly creeping across its face as it listens to the Director speak.
Director Creed: Look at you. With all of that power, and all that time spent on earth, you are still clinging to the idea that humanity has the capability to be better than it is; that it can reach the—synchronicity you talk about.
SCP-6196: Even so, how does that make or break my role as the final word?
Director Creed: Because we feel similarly to you—every single day. We make choices based off of what information we are given. We don't have power, like you or any of these other instances. We feign what we have to keep the status quo.
Foremost: SCP-6196-5 leans forward toward the Director; staring at them while squinting its eyes.
SCP-6196: So you're saying its pointless to decide your fates…
Foremost: SCP-6196-5 extends its right arm out a few meter to its right hand side; suddenly summoning its bladed weapon.
SCP-6196: That humanities overall fate is to perish without a trace. If your lives are so meaningless, then why continue the facade? Why does the Foundation do everything they can to make sure humanity continues without knowledge of beings like myself? We could end this world and have ended it a thousand times over; so why continue?
Foremost: The tip of the blade clunks forcibly into the ground. The Director doesn't react; staring back at SCP-6196-5.
Director Creed: You know the answer to that question…
SCP-6196: …Indulge me.
Foremost: The Director opens his mouth to speak but is interrupted by SCP-6196-5.
SCP-6196: Careful which words you choose, Director. You speak on behalf of all of the human race…
Foremost: Interruption - containment breach initiated. Interview concluded.
<End Log, [Time-1703]>
Closing Statement: A quote from Director Creed "The indecision of SCP-6196-5 is both concerning—and relieving to witness. Heaven knows if we've made an impact on his decision; but only time will tell."
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DATE: 13 Jul 2021 19:05
"Consequences Repeating"
Item #: SCP-XXXX-1
Object Class: Safe, Contained
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX-1 is confined to one SCP facility. SCP-XXXX-1 is not visible to personnel guarding the facility, village or surrounding area. The only evidence of SCP-XXXX-1's existence are static filled messages received nearly monthly by the research director at the regional SCP facility. SCP-XXXX-1 is not well understood but is self-contained and considered safe.
Description:
SCP-XXXX-1 refers to SCP facility [REDACTED] located seven miles northwest from the unincorporated Village of [REDACTED], population 1,575 as of the last United States census, in the upper midwestern United States. In September 1976, all Foundation employees inside SCP facility [REDACTED] as well as the Village of [REDACTED] entire population vanished.
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Photograph of Female Child
The girl is well groomed, appears well nourished, and is dressed appropriately for the local weather. She states she does not know her age, but it was later determined by the facility doctor and dentist she is approximately five or six years old. She also does not know her first name, if she has parents or siblings or how she ended up in the neighborhood she was found in.
Standard video taken of the intake process shows the research team assigned to the female child entering the containment room. Video shows a young, female researcher initially staring at then moving into the room and standing next to the child. The researcher appears to have a near-syncopal episode and is helped out of the room by a co-worker. Video ends.
Photograph of Foundation Researcher
Addendum:
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DATE: 13 Jul 2021 18:06
Item #: SCP-XXXX
OBJECT CLASS: Euclid
SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURE: SCP-XXXX is to be kept in an ordinary D-class cell with 2 guards immediately outside the cell. Level 3 or higher clearance is required to gain entry into the cell.
DESCRIPTION:
SCP-XXXX is a D-class personnel, male, standing at 1.8 meters tall, and weighing about 125 Kilograms.
SCP-XXX was discovered when it, along with 2 other D-class personnel were doing a routine clean up of SCP-173's cell. During the cleaning, while it was still watching SCP-173, the other D-class sneezed, which caused him to blink, and 173 moved to snap their neck. SCP-XXXX had full eye contact, and witnessed it moving to kill the 2 D-class in 173's cell. If SCP-XXXX didn't immediately scream in terror, shouting that 173 wasn't behaving normally, SCP-XXXX most likely would have died there. However it's screaming got the attention of the guards, whom immediately took SCP-XXXX to a new cell.
Dr. [Redacted] looked at a recording of what happened, and realized that SCP-XXXX was, potentially, anomalous. Dr. [REDACTED] desired to have SCP-XXXX tested with SCP-096 to see what would happen, with his reason being that, if the D-class wasn't anomalous, nobody would really care if it died.
When SCP-XXXX examined a photograph of SCP-096's faces, Dr. [REDACTED] checked with the guards to see if 096 was reacting. To everyone's surprise, 096 didn't react to SCP-XXXX seeing it's face. This revelation caused several questions that Dr. [REDACTED] wanted answered.
Dr. [REDACTED] didn't know if SCP-XXXX was immune to all anomalies or only specific ones. He requested to do a cross test with SCP-999, suggesting this test could figure out if SCP-XXXX was immune to all anomalies or just certain ones. When SCP-999 made contact with SCP-XXXX, it reacted exactly as everyone does when SCP-999 touches someone, even going so far as to play "tickle fight" with it. This shows that SCP-XXXX has limits on what he is and isn't immune to.
Dr. [REDACTED] came up with a theory based on this one test, the theory being that SCP-XXXX is only immune to any affect that requires SCP-XXXX to actively do something, which he referred to as "active anomalies" in his report, while "static anomalies", or anomalous effects that don't require SCP-XXXX to do anything, can affect him.
Further tests seem to prove this theory. When cross tested with SCP-035, SCP‐XXXX did experience the urge to put on the mask, but when he did, SCP-035 was unable to possess his body. However, SCP-XXXX did end up requiring medical treatment for the corrosive liquid, but ultimately survived.
It should be noted that Dr. [REDACTED] made a request to cross test SCP-XXXX with SCP-682 since he theorized SCP-XXXX's anomalous capabilities could potentially allow it to kill 682. Dr. [REDACTED]'s request to cross-test with SCP-682 was denied, and all further requests to attempt cross-testing are to be denied due to the cruelty of the nature of cross-testing, as SCP-XXXX does not have any ways to actively harm SCP-682. However, if a way to keep SCP-XXXX alive while cross-testing is discovered, this restriction will be lifted.
Further cross-testing has been deemed necessary, and shall be done when possible in the future, however all cross-testing involving SCP-XXXX requires approval and a security clearance level of 3 or higher.
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DATE: 13 Jul 2021 14:16
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Item #: SCP-X
$Get$ $out$ $of$ $here!$ $Scram!$
Object Class: Safe
$*Bang*$
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-X is to be kept in storage unit J-G4 at site-11 at all times. If a copy of SCP-X's contents are required for any reason, please inform the storage facility 11-J manager.
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Update [16/4/2012]:
$*Bang*$
After the events of 11J-LLK, More surveillance has been installed in the vicinity of SCP-X, such as the instalment of security cameras and the employment of security guards to both monitor storage unit J-G4.
$Huff...$ $It's$ $okay$ $Amigo,$ $they're$ $gone$ $now...$ $What's$ $wrong$ $Amigo?$
SCP-X-1 requires a combat submarine with both high stealth capabilities and high offensive capabilities to silently monitor all vessels and/or entities coming in or out of SCP-X-1, along with a patrol of high ranking navy militia surrounding SCP-X-1 at all times.
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Description: [Paragraphs explaining the description]
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Addendum: [Optional additional paragraphs]
$*Bang*$
Vampiric anglerfish, because edgy.
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Addendum 01
Into The Storm
Addendum 02
Down In The Depths
Addendum 03
My Name Is Amigo
Addendum 04
The Edge Of The Sea
Addendum 05
A Promise
Addendum 06
They Just Get Bigger
Addendum 07
The Trench
Addendum 08
𝒜 ℬ𝓁ℴℴ𝒹𝒾ℯ𝒹 𝒩ℴ𝓉ℯ
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DATE: 13 Jul 2021 14:01
The lonely man in the gray jumpsuit ran down the corridor away from the monster he had left behind him. It wasn't the monster he was afraid of, but the men in black who came to take care of the monster. He had no idea why he was afraid of them, but there was an instinctual urge to run, run as far away as possible, to run until he had no legs to run and then to run some more. They weren't like the men before, these men were clad head to toe in black and somehow emanated evil from every pore of their sick, miserable bodies. They had strange green apparatuses over their eyes, with patches of red across their arms and orange lights flashing across their backs.
Perhaps the security offices would have picked up on the strange man dressed in janitorial uniform covered in blood running with a firearm down a hallway, however all site members were more preoccupied with containing the previous entity, with security monitoring surface level entry to determine any foreign intrusion and keeping an eye on main access points to make sure that the entity would stay relatively contained.
A security guard would, a week later, take notice of the crazed man, however due to a simultaneous interger overflow error from a seperate recording system, it was determined to be nothing less then a technical oversight of hardware contamination, and the records were shipped off to be burned.
Perhaps the site-wide AI would have taken notice, but for some inexplicable reason, it consciously edited out its own memory from the hours of 1502 to 1508 under the pretense of a system error and subsequent reboot to remedy the error. When questioned as to its overall timing with the aforementioned security breach, AI denied all ties to the breach of containment, which so happened to be true.
The researchers questioning the AI, however, failed to think of any other motive a sentient being would for rebooting autonomously, so they jotted it down as a system mishap, and taking into consideration the short period of time the AI was inactive, overlooked it entirely.
But those 6 minutes were more then enough.
The lonely man in the gray jumpsuit took a sharp left, the white fluorescent lights replaced with a dangerous flashing red. The corridors were empty, and the noise of his footsteps was masked by the constant thundering of alarms. He finally found a bathroom, designated for "researchers". Normally he would never be allowed in here, but he wasn't sure if he was ever going back to his previous job either way, so he quickly slipped inside, and found to his surprise that the janitorial keys locked these bathrooms as well.
Safe inside the lime-colored room, he overlooked the immaculate stalls, the shining faucets and the pleasantly warm light emanating from the fixture on the ceiling. He looked behind him and noticed that he didn't leave any footprints behind him, giving him a little closure that he would be safe for at least a little while. He methodically counted the number of rounds within the pistol before setting it down on the bathroom sink.
18.
18 bullets left.
And he was in the middle of a facility god knew where.
Surrounded by people he was scared of.
In a bathroom that would be noticed within 30 minutes tops.
Taking in the situation, the man started to tremble a little, but steeled his nerves. He stared into the mirror for the first time in years and saw his face. He didn't know the man in the mirror, but perhaps he never really knew him to begin with. Fumbling around in his coat pockets, the man found a switchblade, the only weapon he ever managed to scrounge around. Not that he actually remembered how he came across it, but he remembered feeling fond of a different type of knife altogether…
With nothing much left to do, he took off his jumpsuit and shirt, stuffed them in the sink, and let the water run. Perhaps he didn't have much time, but he wouldn't be running around in bloody clothes. Not around this place anyways. He grasped for the knife and slowly started cutting away at the hair on his face. He started to scrape away the residual hairs when he saw what he actually looked like.
Staggering back a bit, he fell flat on his butt, before shaking his head. He was beginning to remember bits and fragments, but nothing coherent, nothing that made sense. He cut away what was left of his overgrown beard, then started on his hair, before stopping. For some reason he liked his longer hair, so he left it be, tying it back with a piece of wire before finally taking a proper look at himself. He was probably 20, which was surprising, given the dirty and unkept state he was in, and adding the beard when he first came into the bathroom he would have given himself over 35 if not 40. His broken and cracked voice didn't help either, not that he spoke much to begin with. He remembered having a softer voice, once upon a time, and it gave him a little hope to think that he might regain it if he started singing again.
Singing? Since when did he sing? The man shook his head. He stepped back to look at his body. Covered in scars, yet somehow quite soft and thin. He definitely wasn't part of any military or fighting force, that was for sure, not like the men in the containment cell, and definitely not like the men in black. Then why was he so well trained with a gun? Why did he manage to react better then the two guards who died right in front of him?
He didn't understand, but understanding was something he didn't need at the moment anyways. He pulled the white t-shirt and jeans he wore under his jumpsuit on anyways. He took out his knife, tore up the old jumpsuit, and flushed it down the toilet. He was sure that site filtration would most likely pick up the remnants.
As he was cleaning up the residual bloodstains he noticed he had nicked his wrist earlier in the confrontation with the monster. It wasn't bleeding profusely, but it was noticeable enough; the constant trickling would bleed him dry if he didn't do anything to stop it.
But for some reason, the warm crimson gave him a feeling of relief, perhaps even joy. He knew that he needed to close up the wound and get a move on, but a nagging feeling in the back of his head told him not to. He slowly started descending into a black fog, wrapping around his mind as he started poking and prodding at the cut, widening it to see how far it would stretch, before noticing scar marks littered across his arms, oh so very similar to the open wound he had now. He smiled. He smiled for the first time in at least a year, when he thought this whole madness started. His smile grew wider and wider as his pupils dilated, ignoring the alarms shutting off and the voice announcer shouting over the PA system.
In a moment of sheer reflex, he put the blade to the bleed, and cut deep in a single, well rehearsed motion. For a moment the pain snapped him out of his mindset, as the horror of his impending death set upon him, but slowly the inevitability of it all set in, and the man in the gray jumpsuit faded away, leaving only the manic boy in the bathroom, alone. The boy cutting again and again, slowly delving into a manic laughter with each stroke of his hand, his vision slowly narrowing as the blood loss started affecting his eyesight, the sway of his step increasing as he started slowly spinning around and around, blood splattering on the immaculately kept walls, his laughter growing louder and louder as he felt happier then he had in his entire life.
He remembered how much of a failure he was, what kind of a messed up psycho he was, as the voices started slowly trickling back into his skull, voices he had hoped once upon a time long long ago to be rid of, slowly overtaking him once more.
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DATE: 13 Jul 2021 08:17
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 2 CLASSIFIED AND IS FOR RESEARCH PURPOSES ONLY.
ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 2 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. IN CASE YOU REQUIRE ANY REDACTED INFORMATION, PLEASE CONTACT YOUR SUPERVISOR.
First known photograph of the tree. Date taken: Unclear
Object Class: Safe
Special Personnel Requirements:
Security officers on site must:
- be female
- be widowed
- having birthed a child in the past
No specific requirements for Monitoring personnel, although the same characteristics as those of Security officers should be present when possible.
Special Containment Procedures: Constant monitoring of a 1 km perimeter around the object with minimum assigned personnel of two female widowed Security officers with children is to be maintained. Multiple intranetworked CCTV equipment is to be set up and serviced as to provide constant video surveillance of the site. One agent located within the village of Matenitsa, monitoring the anomaly and reporting in intervals of 30 minutes (when within 2 days of a waxing to full moon or waning after a full moon) or 24 hours (at all other times), due to the nature of SCP-XXXX-1 instances. When specified personnel is unavailable, it's best to establish a perimeter with a radius of 3 km of SCP-XXXX, frequently patrol the trail and turn away any civilians under the pretext of a natural disaster or animal attacks, that makes the zone unsafe.
Due to the nature of SCP-XXXX-1 instances, children that have begun to exhibit secondary sexual characteristics, females that lack children or partners, are wedded, in relationships or otherwise not widowed, are to be denied entry under any circumstances. When impossible, the Sladuk ruchey trail should be blocked by means of physical obstacles, such as tree trunks, large boulders and shrubbery of the Juniperus oxycedrus species, blue marking lines should be removed from trees and any marking stones should be destroyed. There are no other known trails that lead to SCP-XXXX. The natural density of the forest keeps SCP-XXXX undiscoverable in any other way. The specificity of appearance of SCP-XXXX and SCP-XXXX-1 provides with a 99.9% certainty undiscoverability, even with the trail unobstructed, but extra measures should still be taken that instances of SCP-XXXX-1 be kept away from locals, tourists, civilians and unauthorized personnel by any means necessary.
The local water sources that are located in close proximity to SCP-XXXX should be surrounded by specimens of Juniperus oxycedrus, which are to be maintained by on-site personnel.
A disinfo campaign should be prepared and constantly broadcasted to Bulgarian communication channels. The specifics of the broadcast are described in detail in SCP-XXXX-P1 and should be followed to a reasonable degree.
Description:
SCP-XXXX is a an anomalous object located in the Sredna Gora mountain range in central Bulgaria.
Coordinates: [REDACTED]
The object is in the form of a tree stump. The original tree was an Quercus robur, genus Quercus, widely spread across the whole continent. As seen in the photograph of the tree rings, taken and described by Dr. Simone Derma, the dendrachronology dates the original form of the object as at least seven centuries old, which is within the expected lifespan for this species. The stump is an ovaloid, 9m 18 cm at it's widest part, and 3m 94cm at it's narrowest. The original oak tree has been cut at an angle of 7 degrees and at 47cm from the ground. The cut is clean, without any visible saw or burn marks. There appear to be no other flora or fungi surrounding the object, which is unusual for the genus. Expected mossing and fungification of the bark is absent. There are a 4 burn spots that seem to be from the previous Foundation attempts at containment. Other burn marks have faded, leaving little to no trace from containment attempt SCP-XXXX-а.
SCP-XXXX-2. Date taken: June 16, 1983
Echo surveillance suggests a robust root system, reaching at least 50m underground. Soil analysis suggest that the roots are still functioning, extracting mainly nitrogen and water from the ground. Atmosphere composition in a 1.5m radius of SCP-XXXX:
N: 54%
O: 34%
H: 2%
Ar: 0,99%
Other:
The atmosphere analysis shows abnormal concentration of Bis(chloromethyl) ether around the anomaly. This compound is a know carcinogen. An unusual dopamine-like compound has been discovered with the analysis that, when inhaled, blocks D2 receptors and causes symptoms mimicking an acute psychotic episode. All personnel required to wear atmosphere-supplying respirator when approaching within 2m of interacting with SCP-XXXX or any of the instances of SCP-XXXX-1.
Nearby specimens have withered as of writing this report. Local fauna has been found expired in unusual for the location numbers as far as 45km away from the anomaly, with blood observed around the carcasses, including the mouth and snout. After autopsy, the cause of death has been determined to be a squamous cell carcinoma, originating in the lungs, causing internal organ rupture, respiratory failure or septic shock. The most likely cause of the cancer is the Bis(chloromethyl) present in the atmosphere around SCP-XXXX, although the spread and size of the cancers is inconsistent with the small radius in which the ether is concentrated. An insignificant amount of the chemical is expected to be breathed in as the animals pass around the anomaly, but it is highly unlikely that it would cause the formation of a cancerous mass of such size so fast.
Photograph taken of the closest to the stump slice. Numbered and dated by [REDACTED]. Date taken: January 7, 1992
It should be noted that expired fauna seems to be all male.
Addendum 23S\\21 of xx\\xx\\xxxx: Due to incident, described in SCP-XXXX-I3, as of today all personnel required to wear atmosphere-supplying respirator when approaching within 2m of or interacting with SCP-XXXX or any of the instances of SCP-XXXX-1. The document has been redacted accordingly.
Procedures for analysis of soil and atmosphere around SCP-XXXX have now been triggered.
Addendum #2: Experiment logs
Addendum #3: Multiple folklorists dealing with local folklore have been questioned during the initial investigation, although for the sake of brevity, the interview transcripts have been omitted from this report. The academics seem to be dismissive of the anomalous nature of the object and proved of no use to the Foundation. Amnestics have been administered to all civilians involved.
Addendum #4:
It appears that local residents have multiple legends, songs and poems that reference either SCP-XXXX or it's instances - SCP-XXXX-1. It is noted that tales of SCP-XXXX-1 are much more prevalent throughout the geographical region, than instances of SCP-XXXX itself. Attached below are the two transcripts and translations of interviews that should prove useful for future reference.
Multiple folklore songs with minimum variance have been recorded and are stored for future reference at SCP-XXXX-L
Addendum #5:
Instances of SCP-XXXX-1 have been observed performing purposeful, repeating sequences of movements and gesture around SCP-XXXX.
Addendum #6:
The trunk and crown of the original tree that has been cut from SCP-XXXX has been found 83km away from the site. Locals of [REDACTED] reported a huge cut-down tree appearing "out of nowhere" in the middle of the city square. The tree had been removed by local authorities and discarded in the nearby forest. The tree does not exhibit any signs of rot, thermites, local fauna interference or other damage, despite being exposed to atmospheric conditions for more than 50 years. The exact moment of the removal of the trunk from SPC-XXXX and the reason for that is, as of yet, unknown.
Foundation researcher Dr. Simone Derma has performed dendrochronological procedures and determined the tree had been at least 800 years old, and of the Quercus robur species, which is widely spread across the whole region. Other than that, the trunk and crown of SCP-XXXX do not seem to be exhibit any anomalous properties, and have been
Addendum #6:
As per incident ST-XX-2-a, all personnel is strictly forbidden from entering a zone of 100m in diameter during a full moon night and disrupting SCP-XXXX-1's rituals in any way. Any attempts at communicating with the instances would interfere with the entities' ritual and lead to a security breach of unknown consequences.
As of Aug 28, 2018 all interactions with instances of SCP-XXXX-1 are forbidden 2 days before, during, or 2 days after periods of full moon. All available measures should be taken to prevent such interactions. An interrupted ring of Juniperus oxycedrus species should be maintained for 50m with SCP-XXXX at the center.
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DATE: 13 Jul 2021 07:42
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures:
SCP XXXX is to be contained in a 1m by 1m by 1m golden alloy cube1 submerged in a boiling water tank measuring 5m by 5m by 5m.
In the case an instance of SCP XXXX-1 manifestation2 . Security should be dispatched to grab a M9A1-7 at a nearby armory, terminate the entity and dispose of the sand.3
All liquid vapors are to be returned to its water state and vaporized.
Description:
• SCP XXXX is a tube-shaped tobacco product that is made of finely cut, cured tobacco leaves wrapped in thin paper, measuring 75 mm long and 9mm in diameter.4
• There are no brand names nor logo around SCP XXXX.
• Whenever SCP XXXX is unlit it will re-light it self through anomolous means at intervals of 12 hours after the flame has been unlit.5
• Whenever SCP XXXX is destroyed it will re-materialize itself somewhere in a 5 km circle radius. As of now we don't know how long SCP XXXX needs to be to re-materialize itself to existance but it will only remain as a singular object and doesn't seem to multiply.6
• Lack of oxygen doesn't seem to affect this anomolous property.
• SCP XXXX smoke stains are anomolous and when cooled down an instance of SCP XXXX-1 appears.
• SCP XXXX-1 only has one present color covering it's body black.7
• The body, arm, leg, and neck is far too elongated to be identified as a functioning body system.
• SCP XXXX-1 has needles replacing his fingers that are also elongated and can tore through any solid objects that doesn't contain gold in its composition.
• SCP XXXX-1 features a pair of eyes and a grinning smile can be seen.
• SCP XXXX-1 is an entity that varies depending on the intensity and spread of the smoke stain from SCP XXXX.
• Although SCP XXXX-1 proportions remain the same each time strength of each instances may vary.
Addendum: [Footage was lost at the an abandoned house at a town on Kolmanskop, Namibia from South Africa Namib dessert]
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DATE: 13 Jul 2021 03:58
Researcher Gabriel Conduit Beginnings
Gabriel9 made his way to a low-class humanoid interview room for annual mental analysis. It was a clever idea Gabriel's colleague came up with years ago. Gabriel approached the guard and revealed his card, did the security checks, all the fancy stuff. The security on this site has increased since the minor incident that happened 5 years ago. The site administrator really holds a grudge. Gabriel was allowed in and sat in the seat, alone. He had to sit there and be patient while the interviewer processed information in the other room. The processing normally takes 5 minutes, although Gabriel was told by another colleague that he sat for 30 minutes there. It was probably only 10 minutes; she was an impatient one.
"Sorry for the wait" the interviewer apologised as she entered the room "my name is Eve"
"No need to apologise, that was less than a minute. You're getting better" Gabriel responded.
"Thank you"
"Now, let's get on with it shall we. I have an explosive slug that speaks French and eat people when left unattended"
Eve freezes "You what?"
Gabriel laughs "You should see your face"
Eve just stares.
"I'm joking, the slug doesn't explode. It only speaks French, although it is slowly dying"
"What classification has it been given?"
"Nothing, it was discovered yesterday in the hallway by yours truly. I was going to designate it but I found that it was dying, so I just didn't bother"
"Have you considered that there could be more?"
Gabriel frowned "Huh, no I didn't. That is an interesting question"
Eve cleared her throat and glanced at the camera situated behind her in the top corner of the room looking directly at the table.
"I believe we're getting off topic"
"Kind of but not exactly. Although I agree"
Eve paused, "What?"
"Your questions?" Gabriel requested.
Eve opened her briefcase and took out a notepad and pen.
"When did you begin working for the Foundation?"
"That is classified, I don't have clearance to access the date I was recruited"
"Good"
The interview wasn't just an interview, it was a test. Gabriel knew this, because he read his emails. He had to contribute to the memory erasing of someone who obviously didn't read emails and failed the test and got caught accessing classified information that was technically not meant to be given to him.
"Do you have a family?"
"Does a dog count? I'd mention the dog-sitter but he's a civilian who I pay so other than that, nope. Parents obviously don't know about me."
"You'll soon need to get rid of the dog"
"Why?"
"A new regulation will be put into place, apparently someone's dog turned into a robot and turned the agent into napalm. The robot was neutralised, so no dogs"
Gabriel shifted in his seat "Can I just test my dog for anomalous traces and give the all good?"
"You'll have to ask the site administrator"
"Hm"
My dogs not a napalm robot Gabriel thought to himself.
Eve continued, "When is your birthday?"
"I don't have one anymore"
"Watched any good movies lately?"
"Only the ones from the 80's, the locust is a good movie"
This was a code for higher level researchers so they could access certain meetings. The code changes every year and it is randomly selected from a conversation the site admin had at some point. Which isn't secure in Gabriel's opinion.
"What is your ranking in the Mobile Task Force?"
"I'm not MTF, I'm a level 4 researcher"
"How many people are within your research team?"
Gabriel took a moment to count "11"
"Who are these members?"
"Steven Cole, Karen Cole, they actually aren't related believe it or not, Charles… something, Clark Montgomery, Barney Carter….who else…? I'm horrible with names. I'm sorry. Kate Smith, Harry Carpenter, William Garcia, Gabby Harris, Bryan Boardman, Lee Hung"
"Have you taken any amnestic drugs lately?"
Gabriel chuckles "I can't remember if I have"
"What is it that you research, Doctor Conduit?"
"I research mostly humanoid entities who are having a hard time. One of them called me 'The Therapist' which flattered me. I believe that the easiest way to understand an anomaly is to understand the entity hosting the anomaly"
"How sentimental of you"
Eve wrote down a few more notes then closed the notepad "Thank you for your time. You may leave"
"Thank you, I hope you have a good lunch"
Of course, another code. It was the middle of the night, not a very appropriate time to have lunch.
