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DATE: 08 Apr 2021 15:15

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-#### is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment cell and is to be monitored through a video feed 24/7.

Whoever is on duty to watch the entity doesn’t need to keep a strict eye on it. SCP-#### sits crossed legged in the center of its cell day in and day out unless asked to do otherwise. The entity has made no attempts to escape containment. This includes containment breaches that offered it an opportunity to do so.

Description: SCP-#### is a caucasian, humanoid, male entity, appearing to be about thirty-five years in age, standing at about 1.8 meters tall and weighing 68kg. The entity wears an oversized, white t-shirt under an unzipped black jacket and light brown khakis. SCP-#### lacks any facial features besides ears, the area where the face usually is being composed entirely of a material similar to skin. Despite this, x-ray scans have shown that the entity still has a mouth, throat, and other internal organs. They are all nonfunctional besides the brain.

SCP-####’s flesh is composed of mostly unknown elements with some traces of the common organic elements hydrogen, oxygen, carbon, and nitrogen. The entity’s skin is indestructible and cannot be damaged or impaled in any way with current Foundation technology.

Its appearance and structure are not its main anomalous properties. SCP-#### has the ability to manipulate all properties of matter and elements by moving its hands. Its abilities with such include:

• Removing/Adding Electrons to an element (Requires physical contact)
• Removing/Adding Protons to an element (Requires Physical Contact)
• Removing/Adding Neutrons from an element (Requires Physical Contact)
• Being able to make matter switch instantly between its liquid, solid, and gaseous states (Can Be Done From A Distance)
• Being able to force matter around and shape it simultaneously with little effort (Can Be Done From A Distance Except for Organic Matter Which Requires Physical Contact)

The entity also claims to be able to create wormholes to other realities by forcing atoms to collide at speeds faster than light over the course of several days as well as black holes through condensing matter (See Addendum 3A). There is currently no way to prove this claim as it prohibited to allow SCP-#### anywhere near its now severed hands out of the risk of a containment breach.

The entity had also shown itself to be extremely intelligent on every subject it has been tested on. Including but not limited to:

• Number Theory
• Theoretical Physics
• Literary Analysis
• Biology
• Engineering
• Software Development
• The SCP Foundation, its members, and its anomalies

Tests were conducted after the first interview with SCP-#### where it revealed a deep knowledge of several SCPs. Some of this information was highly confidential and shouldn’t have been realistically known by the entity (See Addendum 3).

+ Addendum 1: The Discovery of SCP-####

The hands of SCP-#### were cut off and sent over for testing at Research Deck 07 at Site 19. While this would have been done regardless, the entity itself requested the armed personnel that took it into custody upon it turning itself in.

SCP-#### had a history of being one of being difficult for the Foundation to contain. The first sighting of the entity came on November 5th, 1943. Beginning from October 29th, 1943, eight citizens of Debois, Wyoming had been reported missing with no evidence being found that could point towards what happened to them. These people can be seen listed here

• Michael Burns
• James Hatfield
• Nancy Janeston
• Gary Manning
• Charles Morrison
• Eduard Paulton
• Carol Simmons
• Thomas Wells

These reports quickly reached the SCP Foundation via radio and dispatched an unnamed collection of twenty field agents to investigate. They arrived on October 30th and proceeded to explore the entire small town for any anomalous signs.

The first sign came through the discovery of large crystals scattered across the town the same day they arrived. These crystals were collected and brought back to Site 19 for testing. Upon placing the crystals under a microscope, it was discovered that the material in question was pure berkelium, an element that would not be officially discovered until 1949 and has never been seen in a crystallized state.

This had been enough evidence for the Foundation to send out Mobile Task Force Delta-08, a small MTF of only ten soldiers that had been sent out to deal with anomalies that are believed to be of low threat. They arrived in Dubois on November 4th and found a straightforward path made up of spaced out clumps of berkelium crystals. The three surviving members of the team reported the team collectively agreeing to be on their guard as they felt like the path was too simple to be coincidental.

They followed the path to an abandoned warehouse located on the outskirts of the town. Upon entering the warehouse with their guns ready, the team discovered a collection of humans standing in the center of the building. A member of the Task Force flipped a light switch and he, along with the rest of Delta-08, was reportedly surprised to see the light still working. With the light on, they were able to confirm their assumptions that the people standing in the center of the warehouse were the missing people.

Every single one of the civilians appeared to have had their facial features removed and replaced with a smooth layer of skin. The citizens slumped towards the team in what was believed to be an attack, however, due to their greatly diminished speed, physical strength, and intelligence, they were of little threat to the team. These creatures, from here on out, will be known as SCP-####-A, were peacefully handcuffed and taken back to the squad van by two members of Delta-08 to be brought back to Site 19 for containment and testing. The remaining seven members of the Task Force stayed behind to collect the berkelium crystals, which used to be referred to as SCP-####-B up until research discovered there was nothing anomalous about the material.

Quickly after all instances of SCP-####-A had been removed from the area, a shaking was reported within the warehouse. Moments later a hole in the ground opened up and shot out a figure that became known as SCP-####. The entity swiped his hand and perfectly sealed the hold shut as Delta-08 readied their guns. They fired at the being on sight but their bullets bounced right off the entity. What few bullets didn’t bounce off of SCP-#### were manipulated by the entity from midair and shot back at the members of the Task Force, killing three of its members. Two more members of Delta-08 were fatally impaled by sharp spikes of stone created from the ground by SCP-####. One member of the Task Force, Mark Klein, saw the whole ordeal as a lost battle and ran. Before he left he was able to catch the entity having itself consumed and dragged into the ground before popping up behind the two remaining members of Delta-08. The entity punched the pair in their backs and seemingly caused them to disappear from thin air (though future testing of the area detected an abnormally high level of pure hydrogen in the air. It is assumed that this is what the two previously mentioned members of Delta-08 were turned into).

Mark Klein ran to catch up with the two members of his team that had left to take the cases of SCP-####-A back to Site 19. Once he reached them, Mr. Klein forced the two to hurry up and get driving back to the facility.

All this information came from interviews with the three survivors of the mission, including Mark Klein whose experience with SCP-#### was crucial to future attempts at capturing the anomaly. However, his decision to run away was labeled as cowardly by the Site Director who promptly fired Mr. Klein from the foundation and had him fed a Class C amnestic.

A cover story for the disappearances of the civilians who became the cases of SCP-####-A as being unexplained disappearances was spread to maintain normalcy. The people of Dubois were also told that the crystals found around their town had been human placed clumps of silver (element) crystals due to their similar color to berkelium.

All cases of SCP-####-A are held in groups of five within a small containment cell. They require no special attention or containment procedures as they pose little threat to any staff even during containment breaches.

+ Addendum 2: The Berkelium Project

SCP-####, up until its containment, had been an elusive SCP that the Foundation struggled to contain for decades. While it always appeared somewhere within the United States or southern Canada, when it appeared seemed to be random. While the Foundation thought this would be to their benefit by allowing them plenty of time to prepare for the entity, they would begin to realize over the following decades that SCP-#### always seemed to know exactly what the foundation was going to do and how to counteract it.

1. A: The Berkelium Project Part One: August 23rd, 1967

The next sighting of SCP-#### occurred when a single person went missing in Montreal, Canada on August 22nd along with the sudden appearance of berkelium crystals. An undercover field agent for the Foundation, Susan Pattincoth, reported the sighting and incident to the nearby Site 23.

The Site Director, Alexander Pattincoth, had three junior researchers, Mr. and Mrs. Lavinski and Jacob Straut, sent there along with ten armed guards and a single D-Class personnel per their request. The guards had been chosen due to the fact they had only recently been recruited and were, as such, seen as expendable. The D-Class, Sir Leonard Jackson, was a retired war veteran who had been put on death row for the murder of his wife. The former fact is why he was chosen for this mission as the researchers wanted to see just how impervious to damage SCP-#### was. Leonard, who will here on out be referred to as D-Class 3226, was armed with an experimental plasma gun that could produce a beam that could reach temperatures of 430°K. This weapon, nicknamed the Pocket Sun, was given to D-Class 3226 after a remote controlled collar was attached around his neck as well as a body camera inserted into his left pocket. The former was done as a safety measure in the likely chance D-Class 3226 tried to use the weapon to escape. A would need to be done was for one of the guards to push a button to detonate the collar before any real damage could be caused.

3226 was ordered to follow the path of Berkelium crystals until he found SCP-####. He only had to walk for twelve minutes and fifty-eight seconds before the path of crystals ended and he was left alone in a small clearing. The missing civilian was seen by the researchers over the D-Class’s bodycam but was ordered to ignore them. Turning away from the instance of SCP-####-A, 3226 promptly fell to the ground as SCP-#### appeared on the screen.

The D-Class willingly followed orders and shot the Pocket Sun at the entity but it had no effect. 3226 was heard screaming and trying to get back onto his feet to run but was grabbed by SCP-####. After doing this, the entity whispered the following into the D-Class’s ear “. Don’t let them control you, my old friend. There’s no winning in a pointless war.” A tearing sound was heard as the bodycam showed 3226’s body falling to the ground. Some shuffling was heard for a few minutes before SCP-#### stepped into the view of the camera once again and tore the bodycam from 3226’s shirt. Turning the device around, the entity revealed to the researchers that the D-Class had been deformed to a large degree. While he could still walk, his face had been replaced with skin and it appeared as if 3226’s head had been shoved inside of his own body up to below his eyes. D-Class 3226, later classified as SCP-####-B, could still move its arms around. But both of the appendages had been transformed into two compounds made up of unknown elements. Along with both being enlarged to an inhuman degree, SCP-####-B’s left arm had become a red, translucent crystal while its right arm had become a dark blue, tar like substance.

As SCP-####-B stood up, SCP-#### walked up to its creation and spoke the following “. Give them what they earned.” The former D-Class began to violently shake before charging back in the direction of the research team at speeds far above the human average. The entity turned the camera back around to face itself “. I hope you like your new toy.” It let out a laugh that came across to the researchers as cold before dropping the bodycam down to the ground and smashing it with its foot.

The three researchers were ordered to leave the area and head back to Site 23 while the guards remained on location to try and contain the creature. The footage from all ten guards showed SCP-####-B blocking all gunfire with its enlarged left hand and slicing through the bodies of the armed personnel with little effort with its right. Black smoke was seen from the area of the wounds. Seven out of the ten guards were killed during this event until one of them managed to get behind the former D-Class and shoot it in the back of the head.

This has been the only currently known occurrence of SCP-####-B. However, the entire mission was still considered a failure by Site 23 director, Alexander Pattincoth, as little new was discovered about the entity other than that it can manipulate living matter. A fact that had already been assumed by the Foundation due to SCP-#### turning the two Task Force members back in 1943 into gusts of hydrogen.

1. B: The Berkelium Project Part Two: March 15th, 1989

Three people went missing in Williston, North Dakota on March 13th. Field agent, Philip Conway, reported to Site 83 the appearance of berkelium crystals around the city during this time. She had followed the trail and found it ended at the entrance of an abandoned train station, information she relayed to her superiors live.

The Foundation was unable to immediately commit to action over this appearance of SCP-#### as they had to roll a massive Scranton Reality Anchor over to the city. This version of the Scranton Reality Anchor, nicknamed the Big Bang, was an experimental version of the device that was meant to hold a powerful field of reality around a sphere shaped area of around 0.8km from the center.

The device was covered in a large tarp with the cover story of it being a parade float made for an event in a different town. The device, and all its extra stabilizers and power sources, were rolled over to a spot located only about 0.1km away from what was expected to be SCP-####’s current location. The Big Bang’s extra parts were all put into place over the course of three hours before being switched on.

Task Force Berka-Omega, a team of new, expendable recruits trained specifically to deal with SCP-#### and its creations, was sent to deal with the entity with caution. The team consisted of thirty highly trained guards led by Commander Wilbur O’Reilly, a fifty year old war veteran with a thirty year long history of successful missions with the Foundation and the only exception to the expendable rule for the team.

He led the team into the building with their guns ready. There had been no sign of the three missing civilians but the team did spot SCP-#### standing in the middle of the train station with his hands held behind his back. He began walking towards Berka-Omega which was met with Commander O'Reilly ordering his soldiers to fire at the anomaly.

Gasps were heard over their video feed as their body cams showed that their bullets still bounced off of SCP-####. This, along with the pillars of stone that rose up as the entity swayed its hands, revealed to the on location researchers still stationed near the Big Bang that the anchor hadn’t worked against the entity.

Guards not a part of Berka-Omega were dispatched to look over the situation, but when they got there no one was left except a single case of SCP-####-A who had once been a member of Berka-Omega. Its arms and legs had fused together into one ball of skin with a note taped to it that read the following “. Have fun catching them.”

1. C: The Berkelium Project Part Three: December 8th, 2003

On December 5th, reports of instances of SCP-####-A that resembled the missing members of Berka-Omega appeared in Emporia, Kansas attacking its residence. Several also resembled twenty citizens that had gone missing in the midwestern region of the United States between this event and Part Two of the Berkelium Project. Due to their low threat, twenty-three of the SCP-####-A cases had already been apprehended by local authorities before Berka-Omega-02 arrived on the scene.

Burka-Omega-02 is another Mobile Task Force of twenty newly recruited soldiers led by Alexi Stravinsky, a fifty-eight year old war commander with twenty years of experience with the Foundation. He gave the local police chief a fabricated FBI document discussing how the instances of SCP-####-A were the victims of chemical mutation from a secret project being worked on by the U.s Government. The police chief responded with skepticism but found no faults with the given paperwork and thus released the cases of SCP-####-A over to the Foundation. Both the chief and every member of the police force at that time were given a Class A amnestics to remove memories of the paperwork and the SCP-#### cases. Alexi’s soldiers gathered up the remaining instances over the next three days.

After all instances of SCP-####-A were rounded up and shipped off to Site 25, eight Foundation owned planes flew over Emporia to drop chemtrails laced with Class C amnesics to remove the memories of the entity’s creations from the town’s memories. Along with this, all news reports and sources citing the event were removed from broadcast and the internet.

Several members of Berka-Omega-02 reported the sighting and collection of berkelium crystals around Emporia as well as the faraway silhouette of SCP-#### during this event.

A call was received by Site 25 Site Director Patrick Burkon a week after the event from the phone number of Commander Wilbur O’Reilly on his work line. As was procedure, the phone call was recorded and will be shown in full below. At the time, it was the most comprehensive look into the psychology of SCP-#### the Foundation had gotten yet but no further questions could be asked as the entity ended the call before Mr. Burkon could speak.

“Hey hey there, Burkon! It’s been a while, hasn’t buddy? Yeah. But as much as I’d love to catch up there isn’t much point. After all, I’ve heard it all before. Congrats on you and your wife’s pregnancy by the way. It’s a boy! Or, it’s going to be a boy. Now, I’m sure this probably isn’t really what you’re interested in though, is it? No, no you, my friend, want to know why I’m doing all this. All the killing, and, mutations, and crimes against nature. All that shit. And, to put it in layman's terms, um… I fucking can. HAHAHAHA! No, no, no but uh… really. It wouldn't be nearly as much fun if I just told you why I’m doing all this. Every good story needs a mystery, right? And who better to solve a mystery than the S-fucking-C-fucking-P Foundation!? I’ll be keeping you all in my thoughts.”

SCP-#### ended the call with a loud burp before hanging up. Site Director Burkon had been left confused from the call as he had never had any prior interaction with the entity. There was no reason for it to refer to him as an “old buddy.” The other part of SCP-####’s message regarding Mr. Burkon’s wife only confused the director further when, three hours after the call, the Director received a call from his wife announcing that she was pregnant.

1. D: The Berkelium Project Part Four: January 1st, 2015

Between this date and Berkelium Project Part Three, seventy-nine civilians had gone missing across the United States with the appearances of berkelium crystals in their homes after the fact.

The Foundation had made numerous efforts to use these crystals as a way to track SCP-#### but these proved ineffective as there were either no clumps of the element large enough to track or none at all.

The entity was finally apprehended on January 1st, 2015 at Site 19 when SCP-#### randomly shot out of the ground outside of the facility. The entity proceeded to get down on its knees as twenty armed guards surrounded it. The entity brought its hands forward and spoke the following “. Cut ‘em off.”

SCP-#### was handcuffed and immediately moved to a high security prison cell with a 0.2m thick osmium door leading to a 10m by 10m large room made of the same material with ten armed guards surrounding the entity at all times.

Three hours after being contained, SCP-#### had its hands cut off with a high precision laser. The appendages were moved over to Research Deck 07 for further testing which revealed to Foundation that the entity’s body was primarily composed of unknown elements and compounds that appeared to be similar in their characteristics to that of human skin but far more durable. Nothing about their structure suggested such high durability to attack that would make SCP-#### as impervious to damage as it had proven to be. This had led to the assumption that the entity changed the molecular structure of its hands solely so the Foundation could cut them off after research into its main body revealed a slightly different molecular makeup that did show signs of high durability.

For the first week of the entity’s containment, it was heavily considered among the higher ups of Site 19 and O5 Council to give SCP-#### a Keter Classification due to it has proved itself as a powerful being capable of morphing the matter around it with little effort. But given how it made no attempts to breach containment and was highly compliant with all orders given to it once it was under Foundation custody, it was instead labeled simply as Euclid. It was then moved to a far less expensive and time consuming containment cell.

The only reason SCP-#### isn’t labeled as Safe is due to the fact that, since containment, thirteen out of the seventy-nine of the people that went missing as of a result of the entity appeared across the United States and southern Canada as cases of SCP-####-A. It is highly suspected that the remaining sixty-six victims are in a similar state and are likely to appear eventually across a similar area. There is currently no known way to track these creatures down and SCP-#### has refused to give any concrete answers on their locations.

Once all sixty-six remaining cases of the entity’s creations have been contained, it has been universally approved by the 05 Council to drop the anomaly down to the Safe Class.

+ Addendum 3: Interviews

WARNING: Any and all interviews with SCP-#### are only to be conducted with Foundation Members with Level 5 Clearance or the 05 Council due to the likely chance that during an interview the entity will reveal its knowledge on highly classified information. Also, due to its nature to twist facts or flat out lie it is highly recommended that all the following information SCP-#### reveals about itself be approached with skepticism but nevertheless believed true before anything else.

Most interviews with the entity are short and mostly involve interrogating it for predictions. Listed below are the more prominent interviews with SCP-####.

Interview A - Interview One: January 15th, 2015

Rexworth: Hello, ####.
SCP-####: Please, Henry will do.
Rexworth: For the sake of procedure I must refer to you by your designation, please.
SCP-####: But of course. Haha.
Rexworth: My first question should hopefully be a simple one. How exactly did you come about your anomalous abilities?
SCP-####: Oh now that's a story! Lucky for you, I love talking about myself. Hmm. I sort of always had an innate ability to… understand how the world works done to its bare fundamentals. When I look at you, I don’t just see a 45 year old woman with two kids, a wife, and a birthday on April 5th.
Rexworth: How do you-
SCP-####: All in good time. Now please, it’s rude to interrupt a guest while they’re talking. Haha… when I look at you, when I look at anything, I can see, or maybe feel each individual atom. I can feel the neutrons and protons that make up those atoms and I see the quarks that make up those. I can even see the parts that go deeper and make up the quarks and electrons.
Rexworth: Wh-
SCP-####: Stop right there, my friend. What would be the fun in me just telling you outright what these parts are? For one, you might kill me. And two, watching you all flounder around as you desperately try to figure out how I do what I do is pretty fucking funny I’m not gonna lie.
Rexworth: …p-please watch your language.
SCP-####: Now why would I do that? What are you going to do? Kill me? Haha. Please! Now you two. First off, you’re really bad guards. Like how in God’s name do either of you still have this job with your shitty track record? Secondly, you both really need to cut it out with your little fling because Mr. Redhead here’s wife is going to find out pretty soon. And thirdly, here’s this bitch’s address. It’s [Data Expunged]. Give her a visit!
Rexworth: …
SCP-####: We done here? Next interview’s in a week. Not with you! Haha! No, you suck at your job. Almost as much as these two do! And that’s saying something.

Rexworth thanked the entity for its time and was escorted out of its room by the two guards. Both of whom were later given Class C amnestics to remove their memory of Mrs. Rexworth’s address.

Interview B - January 22nd, 2015

SCP-####: Ah! Andrew! Good to see you.
Deer: Enough. How do you know so much about Foundation Staff?
SCP-####: How does one learn anything, Andy? Experience!
Deer: Experience? What do you mean experience?
SCP-####: How’s that new houseplant of yours?
Deer: …. it livens up my apartment.
SCP-####: Oh, that’s just wonderful to hear. Haha.
Deer: What else do you know?
SCP-####: Well I know quite a bit the whole [Data Expunged] you people are planning to build on Mars. It doesn’t end well, by the way.
Deer: What?
SCP-####: Oh yeah. That plan’s still in its infancy with the Council. Haha. My mistake!

After this point, Site Director Deer decided the security risk of having someone below Level 5 Clearance wasn’t worth it. Which included him as he only held Level 4 Clearance as is common with Site Directors. An email was sent to 05 Council requesting someone from within their close circle to conduct an interview with SCP-####. The request was accepted on January 25th.

Interview C - February 18th, 2015
A Researcher with close connections to 05 Council who will here on out be referred to as R1 arrived at Site 19. They entered the entity’s room alone and had the following conversation:

SCP-####: [Data Expunged]! Man, we’re really speeding through this process if I’m already talking to you of all people.
R1: You’ve talked to me before?
SCP-####: More times than I can count! Or at least, more, very similar versions of you than I care to count.
R1: By other versions, are you referring to the versions of myself in other universes?
SCP-####: Bingo! Your shit’s right on the money!
R1: In that case, are you a dimension hopper? And if so, how do you go about it?
SCP-####: Of sorts. But honestly, it takes a great deal of effort to go about that. You see what I do is I make two patches of matter that are a little wider than myself in total and I force them to spin and spin and spin and spi- you get the point. I do that until the matter has reached speeds that exceed even light and then I force them to collide. Once this happens *popping sound* wormhole to another universe, baby! Just like that! Only takes like, what? Eighth days of straight work? That’s nothing!
R1: Mm. I have another question.
SCP-####: Shoot.
R1: How do you know so much about the Foundation?
SCP-####: Really getting to personal details so quick? I mean, come on! We could’ve at least done this over dinner or something, haha! Ah, I’m just pulling your leg. Let’s see here now. I’ve seen countless realities, man. Countless! A lot of them were exactly the same. Including, how they ended. Which, really, is pretty funny when you think about it. Despite all this, everything you people do, in the end, it doesn’t mean anything. You’re eventually going to slip up or encounter an anomaly that’s just too powerful for you all. They’ll arrive. You’ll try to contain them. Yada yada. Almost everything dies. But that whole situation has one benefit, I guess. And that’s that when everything is dead and society is in ruins, it leaves anomalies like little old me plenty of time to read. And read I did. I studied everything there was to know about your precious Foundation. I learned every detail on everyone that ever worked here. Their families, their education, their purchases. Actually, come to think of it. Why do you even track that last one?
R1: We-
SCP-####: Just kidding! I know why. Getting back on track. I learned everything there was to know about this place. I learned about every detail there ever will be about every SCP, including ones that you all won’t come into ownership of for a very long time. Once I got that out of the way, I was surprised to see that my world, my original universe, was still shit. So, I needed some new ways to entertain myself.
R1: That’s-
SCP-####: Not part of the question? No, but you were going to ask about this eventually so we may as well get it out of the way now. I studied everything there ever was to know. Every subject and every fact there was to know I grew to know.
R1: Mm. Were you at all… lonely, during all this?
SCP-####: Yeah. Wasn’t a lot left to do with most things stuck in ice or falling apart. But I managed.
R1: Why didn’t you just travel to a new universe as you described earlier?
SCP-####: Take a wild guess, genius. Haha. I didn’t know I could do that until one day I was so bored out of my mind I just started spinning piles of mud. After like, I don’t know, twelve or so days I slipped up, made two piles collide, and before I knew it there was a small hole in space and time sitting in front of me.
R1: Hm. Alright now, next question. How did you discover your anomalous ability? You have of course already told us how it works, to a degree. But you’ve yet to tell us just how exactly you used your powers or how you learned you can do the things you’ve done.
SCP-####: Ababababababa. I must’ve been like… five? Five or six maybe, when I realized that what I had wasn’t normal, per se? I was able to get a feel for atoms and their parts for as long as I can remember. But it wasn’t until after I spoke to an old friend of mine and his little group in kindergarten about what I saw in the world. He looked at me like I was crazy. My teachers and parents just told me I had an overactive imagination and left it at that. Not a lot came of my abilities again until I was about seventeen, I think. I was home alone, sitting in the backyard and just trying to pass the time. I always had fun playing around my hands, making shapes and guns with my fingers like any edgy teen would do, haha. But that day was different. I pushed my hand forward like I was shoving a wave or something, and I reeled back when the grass and dirt suddenly turned into liquids and hit the fence. Now, I wasn’t exactly the smartest kid on the block, but I knew grass wasn’t supposed to do that. I decided to try it again, imagining the grass in front of me like a liquid rather than what it currently was. And each time, without fail, when I flung my arm forward it turned into exactly what I wanted it to be. Next, I tried turning the liquid back into a solid by, take a guess, imagining it as a solid. Surprise, surprise I could do it like it was nothing. Second nature, really. I did get in trouble for quote unquote “digging up the backyard,” but that didn’t stop me from continuing to experiment.
R1: What did you do next?
SCP-####: Not too long after that I found out I could just as easily change matter into its gas state and back. But what was far more interesting to me was my innate ability to shape the world around me. If I could imagine a shape or action I could damn well use whatever matter was around me to make it happen. I made fluid pyramids out of the floorboards which I was able to do without a single crack or splinter in the stuff. I could flip the doors and walls of my home forward and back without even a shred of evidence that anything had happened. As long as I was careful. Which, obviously, I was not. Haha. I got grounded a lot more often. My parents were beginning to worry about me and my recent behavior but I didn’t care. Who cared what they thought? They didn’t know what I could do. If I showed them they wouldn’t have even been able to comprehend it. If I showed them I probably would’ve been caught by my original universe’s version of the Foundation before I had discovered my full potential. That being my ability to close and open black holes and wormholes. With a little extra, pazzazz! Before that, though, I discovered I was able to change elements and compounds all the way down to their bare essentials. As long as I made physical contact with the matter, I could do whatever I wanted to it. Create different isotopes, charges. I could even change what element it was with the right resources. Removing protons from matter is easy, honestly. Something’s there and I don’t want it to be? Boop! It’s gone now! I’ve turned carbon into hydrogen and iodine into potassium.
R1: What about adding them?
SCP-####: Adding protons is a bit harder but really all I need for that process are protons from other, nearby matter. Which, given we exist, we are surrounded by. So even bumping an element up a few numbers ain’t too bad. And before you ask, yes. The fact that all I do is change the already present properties of elements instead of defying their scientific rules is why the Reality Anchor didn’t work. Not too long after all that, I began to wonder. If I can create whatever element I want in a matter of seconds, who's to say I couldn’t find a compound of organic elements that would allow me to, essentially, become a god? To make it so I couldn’t be hurt, starve, dehydrate, or really die in any way? That’s what my early twenties were spent looking into. While all my former friends were going off to college, getting degrees they’d never actually get to use, and starting families that would hate them, I was following a true mission. Whatever dead skin fell off me I kept a hold of. By the way, little extra tidbit because I'm so nice, this was the moment I realized my ability to move matter around didn't work on organic matter unless I was touching it. This little hobby of mine made my already worried parents absolutely mortified. It was hil-ARIOUS! HAHA! WOO! Yeah, haha. Where was I? Ah yeah. By the time I was twenty-seven, I had finally done it. Using what was already making up my body as well as compounds made up of who knows how many crimes against God, I had done it. No matter what I did to those final skin samples, burn ‘em, stab ‘em, heat ‘em up, didn’t matter. They couldn’t be broken. I decided not to change my whole body to it yet though until I could also solve the issues of hunger and other shit. Luckily, those traits only needed me to use most of the elements and compounds I had already made up to that point so by twenty-eight, I was ready. With a twist and a twirl of my hands, I had succeeded at turning my entire body into an indestructible force above nature. It did have its drawbacks, however. As you can see with my face.
R1: Good to hear? Um… next question. I’m guessing you already know what it is?
SCP-####: You’d be correct! You, Mr. [Redacted], want to know why I did everything I did. The simple answer is I just think it’s funny.
R1: Yeah I’m not surprised there… okay look, I’m going to be straight with you. You are one of the most powerful SCPs I’ve ever encountered in my line of work. More importantly, you're also sentient and intelligent. The Foundation is willing to allow you some leeway around here if you agree to help us out.
SCP: Man. That’s one hell of an offer. But sadly I gotta decline. Cuz you see, there’s no point.
R1: No point?
SCP-####: Yep! No point. There is nothing to get out of helping you people.
R1: And why is that?
SCP-####: Because it always ends the same. I tried so many times to save you, people. I went to universes that I knew would be exactly like the one I once lived in out of hope of saving our species from whatever apocalyptic scenario may come. But even with all my knowledge and all my powers. And despite what you may think, I can’t tell the future. I only know what’s already happened. I couldn’t save you all. So even if against all odds, I helped stop the apocalypse, there was always a new one right around the corner. A newer one that I had no idea how to stop. And when I told the Foundation I didn’t know they forgot about all I did for them in seconds. They forgot about the numerous times I saved their fucking sorry asses from a frankly well deserved death! Forgot all about it! All so they could instead focus on calling me a liar and a failure because I couldn’t stop this one specific apocalypse! They locked me up every time! And every time I had to watch them die! Over! And over! And over! Until one day it hit me. Why was I trying? Why was I giving in to the demands to an organization that couldn’t give two shits about me or what I had done for… done for them? Why try to save a collection of ungrateful fucks from a death they likely caused when no matter how many I prevented a new one would always show up? The answer? There was no fucking reason! I realized that more and more as my reaction to the end slowly turned from one of horror to one of demented glee. They got what they asked for! They got exactly what they wanted! HAHA… so, eventually I gave up trying to play the hero. I decided, hey, if this is all going to end no matter what I do might as well have some fun. So now I go from universe to universe, causing the exact same events, causing the same deaths, getting interviewed by the same people with the same questions, and sitting in here for the same amount of time watching you all make the same dumb, albeit entertaining mistakes, over and over again. Until eventually you all die, that door behind you open, I get my hands back, and I move on to the next universe. It’s an endless cycle of repetition. And I love it. Repetition ain’t so bad when there are breaks of several hundred years between each streak of crime. And also when it involves something fun and not being screamed at by ungrateful cunts. That’s always nice.
R1: I’m… very sorry.
SCP-####: No you’re not. Don’t patronize me.
R1: … are there… other yous out there?
SCP-####: I think the question you mean to ask is “are there other versions of me with my abilities?” The answer’s quick and simple. No, there are not. At least none I’ve come across and I’ve been playing this game for a very, very long time Mr. [Redacted].
R1: Good to know. One last question. You mentioned that you travel to universes exactly like your original one? How exactly do you know they’re identical?
SCP-####: It’s hard to describe, honestly. Think of it as eating your favorite food blindfolded and your nose clothed. Even if you can’t see or smell all of what it is, its touch and how it feels is more than enough to know you’ve had it before. It's the same thing with universes. When I feel a universe I can just tell I’ve had one similar before. Only difference is I don’t exist at all in these ones.
R1: Interesting. Well, thank you for your time, Henry.
SCP-####: I’m actually more attuned to Jack at the moment.
R1: Oh? Alright? Well, in that case, have a good day Jack.
SCP-####: Same to you.

This interview was followed by several tests by R1 involving numerous advanced subjects and SCP case files. All of these tests were designed by experts in their field and each was completed by SCP-#### with perfect marks.

SCP-#### has also requested numerous times to speak with Overseer 01 claiming that we’ll “let me (it) speak with them eventually so we might as well get it over with.” Its demands have been immediately shut down in every instance.

+ Addendum 4: Predictions

In some less eventful interviews, SCP-#### has been known to drop predictions to the interviewer. The entity seems to randomly decide when to give predictions that are true, partially true, or flat out false. This fact is what has put much of the more important information it's given about itself into question. The entity has admitted in interviews it does this on purpose to mess with the Foundation. Below you can see several examples of each kind of prediction.

1. A. True Predictions

These are predictions given by SCP-#### where exact and accurate details were given about future events.

• Told an interviewer on March 12th, 2015 that D-Class 3486 of Site 19 would attempt a takeover of the location at 3:58 pm on March 16th. To test the accuracy of this statement, the Foundation did not detain 3486 but instead upped security around her prison block. The takeover did occur but the Foundation quickly had the D-Class and all her supporters detained.
• Told an interviewer on May 6th, 2020 that Junior Researcher Carl Wunburgh would attempt to slip an experimental poison into Senior Researcher Doug Mattinson’s coffee at 6:33 am on May 8th. An armed guard hid near the break room where Mattinson’s coffee had been prepared for his arrival at 6:40 am. The guard entered the room and caught Mr. Wunburgh near the coffee with an unknown poison held in his hand. He was promptly detained.

1. B. Partially True Predictions

These are predictions given by SCP-#### that did occur but details such as when it would occur and who was involved were changed.

• Told an interviewer on November 18th, 2015 that Junior Researcher, Jason Spink, would be assassinated in his home at 8:00 pm on November 20th. Mr. Spink was asked to remain on site with three armed guards while the Foundation investigated the area around his home. This proved fatal as one of the guards protecting Mr. Spink proceeded to shoot him in the head at 8:00 pm. This guard, who later admitted to being an undercover agent for the Chaos Insurgency, was quickly detained by the other two.
• Told an interviewer on July 12th, 2018 that there would be a massive containment breach at Site 23 at 5:23 pm on July 13th. Extra security was sent to the site and extra care and attention were put towards SCPs that are seen as likely to escape. This procedure continued for two weeks until higher ups at Site 23 assumed that this had been a case of SCP-#### lying. The containment breached eventually occurred on August 27th, causing the deaths of many on site staff and members of an emergency backup team.

1. C. False Predictions

These are predictions made up by SCP-#### that never occurred.

• Told an interviewer on December 27th, 2018 that there would be a massive containment breach at Site 19 that would kill forty-five members of the Foundation in total. Similar procedures were taken for Site 19 to that of Site 23’s. Unlike that case, Foundation maintained the extra security for sixty-eight days until SCP-#### admitted in a further interview that it made the whole thing up on March 5th, 2019.
• Told an interviewer that the Foundation would find a Keter Class SCP in Milwaukee, Canada on June 6th, 2020. Foundation had the city searched top to bottom for two weeks for any signs of anomalies. On field staff and their higher ups, given SCP-####’s history of lying, decided quickly to end the search before too many resources were wasted.

Footnotes

1. Despite this, SCP-XXXX instances do not seem to display any sort of magnetic field

2. Cadets were at the firing range when multiple misfires occurred resulting in their injuries.

3. Examples include NASA, European Space Agency, Italian Space Agency and the Netherlands Space Office.

4. Which vary between 100km and 1000km in diameter.

5. Based on records, manifestations most consistently appeared between Earth and Mars.

6. Theorized to be Ceres.

7. Wherein a volley of nuclear warheads is sent into outer space.

8. Foundation records does not seem to possess records related to this Group of Interest.

9. Note that this specific subject was not given amnestics as to preserve his identity as a mathematician

10. Further experimenting has determined that this time is unusually long.

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Information

Threat Level: Yellow

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NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION

• All physical contact with SCP-XXXX is forbidden. Any personnel that that is not assigned to contact with SCP-XXXX is to be terminated immediately, with no objections.

• The video and audio material, is to be made in special circumstances. All tests with SCP-XXXX are to be always observed by level 3 or higher personnel.

— Maria Jones, Director, RAISA

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Containment Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be contained in a stainless steel container at Site-██. It has to be observed once a week to maintain a constant report. All tests with SCP-XXXX are always to be observed by level 3 or higher personnel.

The anomaly of SCP-XXXX occurs only when a personnel has physical interaction with the SCP. In the first 30 seconds of contact, the subject will appear normal, but will have severe state of paralysis. From now we will call it SCP-XXXX-1. SCP-XXXX-1 will stay in that state until another non-human subject interrupts the contact. In case of human interacting, SCP-XXXX-1 will try to attack the subject, causing it to turn into SCP-XXXX-2, which is exactly the same as SCP-XXXX-1. SCP-XXXX-1 and SCP-XXXX-2 are very aggressive and seems to have no previous memories just like SCP-049-2. The difference from SCP-049-2, is that SCP-XXXX-1 and SCP-XXXX-2 stay paralyzed when there is no other human creatures nearby 30m.

Description: SCP XXXX is a standard shoehorn from 1900's, sizing 40cm x 2cm x 1,2 cm.

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Behavior

This is a note from Dr. Janet found at her personal office.

27.09.2020

• Test with SCP 427 at Site - 28

17.10.2020

• Test with SCP 2602 at Site - ██

You can use [[<]], [[=]], and [[>]] to align different lines/paragraphs to give proper feel.

Don't forget to turn the lights off

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DATE: 08 Apr 2021 14:19

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Euclid Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX-1 and SCP-XXXX-2 are to be kept in a locker at Site-██ Site-33. Testing may only be authorized by personnel with at least Level 3 clearance. As of 07/01/20██, testing must be conducted weekly.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a pair of steel ball bearings, both measuring 2.5 centimeters in diameter and 67 grams in weight, hereafter referred to as SCP-XXXX-1 and SCP-XXXX-2. SCP-XXXX's main anomalous property manifests when the two instances are separated by force. During the process of separation, they show little resistance. However, after SCP-XXXX-1 and SCP-XXXX-2 are separated for a period exceeding 30 seconds, they will abruptly begin moving towards each other and eventually meet¹. To this day, nothing is known to be able to stop this process. Both SCP-XXXX-1 and SCP-XXXX-2 have resisted any attempts at destruction. Testing is available in Experiment Log XXXX below.

Experiment Log XXXX:

Experiment XXXX.1

Items used: 2 glass jars, with a small hole drilled in both of them.

Procedure: SCP-XXXX were separated and inserted into the jars

Results: SCP-XXXX began circling the outline of the jars until they reached the hole, exited the jar, and met up.

Experiment XXXX.2

Items used: 2 glass jars

Procedure: SCP-XXXX were separated and inserted into the jars

Results: SCP-XXXX repeated the behavior it displayed in Experiment XXXX.1, until it reached the top of the jar, when it began rapidly rotating and rebounding off the walls of the jar at high speed, until the jar shattered and the instances met up.

Experiment XXXX.3

Items used: SCP-184, large cardboard box, 2 miniature cameras, attached to SCP-XXXX-1 and SCP-XXXX-2

Procedure: Miniature cameras were attached to both SCP-XXXX instances. SCP-184 was inserted into the cardboard box, and, after 24 hours, SCP-XXXX-1 and SCP-XXXX-2 were inserted.

Results: Camera footage showed both instances rolling around the box seemingly at random, tearing through any walls in their way. After 2 minutes of this action, they suddenly began gaining speed and rotating faster, destroying the miniature cameras in the process, until [REDACTED]. The box was destroyed, letting SCP-184 and SCP-XXXX be recontained.

Addendum XXXX.1: After a large-scale containment breach at Site-██, the on-site nuclear warhead got activated, leveling the site and sending SCP-XXXX flying in opposite directions. SCP-XXXX circled the Earth multiple times, eventually meeting back in Site-██. Their collision caused a ██ kiloton explosion, leveling the site and neutralizing at least ███ anomalies in containment and causing SCP-XXXX to be transferred to Site-33. After 12 hours, SCP-XXXX-1 was reported to vibrate against SCP-XXXX-2, causing heat buildup. Due to this, testing is now required weekly to keep SCP-XXXX from breaching containment by melting its containment chamber.

+ LEVEL 4/XXXX CLEARANCE REQUIRED

During the usual exploration of Timeline #6437832 by Soviet.aic of the Multi-U division, a file was found, documenting Timeline #6437832's version of SCP-XXXX. The document is mostly identical to the one attached above, except for a notable addition in Experiment Log XXXX. It details a cross-test of SCP-XXXX and an unknown paratechnology capable of trans-universal travel. The excerpt is available below.

Experiment XXXX.4
Items used: SCP-XXXX, the VK Universal Lapser
Experiment Description: The VK Universal Lapser, a device invented by Doctor VK of the Multi-U Department that allows to send an item through multiple universes was used in order to insert SCP-XXXX-2 into a different universe, while SCP-XXXX-1 remained in the baseline. This caused SCP-XXXX-1 to start rolling around near the spot SCP-XXXX-2 was before it got transferred. After a few seconds of this behaviour, it abruptly stopped and began rolling in circles on the ground, building up speed until it rapidly blasted off to the east. After 30 minutes, the high-speed camera recording the test was able to catch a glimpse of SCP-XXXX-1, which came from the west, supposedly after crossing the circumference of the Earth and returning to the place it started. SCP-XXXX-1 repeated this for about ██ laps, until the camera recording stopped catching glimpses of it. As of the writing of this document, it is assumed that SCP-XXXX is traversing the orbit of Jupiter, and will soon leave the Solar System.

Since the discovery of this document by Soviet.aic on 12/05/2021, Timeline #6437832 has been impossible to enter through the Multi-U Department's paratechnology. No further files have been sourced from the timeline either.

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DATE: 08 Apr 2021 12:17

MAST

1. Worked on the List of Harmony's Works.

2. Worked on the summaries of unknown author articles.

3. Updated the includes for the hover enlarge components.

4. De-attributed the SCPs created by Harmony.

5. Worked on the Grand Crosslinking 4.

6. Tagging during 2021 JamCon.

7. Rewrote the on site Tagging Guide.

8. Tagging during the 6000 Contest.

9. Still tagging the 6000 Contest

10. Assigned as the new Wikiwalk sub-team captain.

11. Rewrote the internal staff guides used by Wikiwalk.

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Special Containment Procedures:
SCP-5934 is to be kept in a secure locker in the Secure Storage Area of Containment Site-177.
Testing can only be permitted after authorization by two Level 3 4 personnel.
All 5934-1 instances that did not originate from testing are to be terminated, preferably before Stage 2 of the anomalous effects.

Description:
SCP-5934 is a sheet of standard printer paper, with the word 'indeed' written in the middle. The paper itself is not anomalous, as it is still able to be cut, and can be written on. See test logs for more information. The anomalous properties of 5934 manifest when a entity who has seen, understood, and has spoken the word before reads the word 'indeed' on the paper. This entity is now designated 5934-1. The first stage, known as Stage 1, will render the entity incapable of speech, besides saying the word 'indeed'. After about 10-15 minutes, the subject will enter Stage 2. Stage 2 is a manifestation of the following symptoms. (These are the only symptoms that have appeared, there may be more.)

• (SYMPTOM 1) 5934-1's, hair, if any, will spontaneously combust. If the subject has no hair, subject's head will combust.
• (SYMPTOM 2) 5934-1 will begin repeating the word 'indeed' until they die of dehydration and/or hunger.
• (SYMPTOM 3) 5934-1 will return to normalcy for 5 minutes, then will have it's eyes turn purple.
• (SYMPTOM 4) 5934-1 will become immobile, and unable to do anything that involves moving muscles.
• (SYMPTOM 5) 5934-1 will return to normalcy.
• (SYMPTOM 6) 5934-1 will grow extra limbs, being mostly arms and legs, but in some cases will gain [DATA EXPUNGED], and proceed to attack all directly organic targets in sight. 5934-1 will gain unusual endurance, being able to lose many vital organs before dying.

5934 was recovered from a school in Kolkata, India, after an agent embedded in the school saw one of the children's hair catch on fire for no apparent reason. Another child read the paper, and began repeatedly saying "indeed,". The agent recovered it and folded the paper to prevent any more exposure.

The following logs are the most valuable ones, where many symptoms occurred for the first time.
TEST LOGS:

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TEST 1:
Test Subject: D-17732, bald.
Procedure: Subject was instructed to approach the paper and read the 'indeed' on it verbally, then say 'Hello.'.
Results: Subject was unable to say hello. After 11 minutes, Symptom 1 manifested. Subject was killed by the fire.

TEST 7:
Test Subject: D-23134, mute.
Procedure: Subject was instructed to approach the paper and read the 'indeed' mentally.
Results: Subject seemed normal for 17 minutes, then had their eyes turn purple. Subject is currently in the medical ward for examination.

TEST 13:
Test Subject: D-48199, former bodybuilder.
Procedure: Subject was instructed to approach the paper and read the 'indeed' verbally.
Results: Stage 1 occurred, then after 10 minutes, Symptom 4 manifested. Subject died of being unable to breathe.

TEST 14:
Test Subject: D-00238, former rapper
Procedure: Subject was instructed to approach the paper and read 'indeed' verbally, but stop speaking after the first syllable.
Results: Subject complied to instructions, but Stage 1 still occurred. After 14 minutes, Symptom 2 manifested. Subject is currently in the medical ward and is being sustained for research.

TEST 19:
Test Subject: D-29319, underweight.
Procedure: Subject was instructed to approach the paper and read the 'indeed' mentally.
Results: Stage 1 occurred, but after 13 minutes, Symptom 6 manifested. Subject destroyed the chamber door and killed 3 personnel before being killed by security. Subject was shot in the chest multiple times with rifles, then hit by 6 shotgun pellets in the head before dying.
NOTE: After this incident, testing authorization required two Level 4 personnel.

TEST 22: D-99123
Procedure: Subject was instructed to approach the paper and read the 'indeed' mentally.
Results: Stage 1 occurred, then Symptom 5 manifested. Subject was taken back to their cell.

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D-XXXX hand after weaponization from SCP-XXXX-1

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX-1 and SCP-XXXX-2 are contained in a Safe Storage Locker located at Site-XX. Level 2 personnel and above can access the locker, however a researcher needs be present when doing so.

Testing of SCP-XXXX-1 and -2 must be carried out at the site's firing range under supervision from one or more guards.

Description: SCP-XXXX-1 and -2 are sheets of A4 paper with hand-written instructions on it authored by an unknown person. These instructions detail a series of steps to perform a kinetoglyph which would allow the user to weaponize their dominant hand. A symbol representing Leonardo's Vitruvian Man is present on the bottom-right corner of both pieces of paper.

On the 6th of September, 2020 an agent embedded within the Australian Army notified the Foundation of possible anomalous activity within Lavarack Barracks in Townsville, QLD. The agent was instructed to investigate and one week later sent back the following report and a containment case containing SCP-XXXX-1.

SCP Foundation Investigation

Clearance Level 2
Report #: XXXX
Investigator: Level 3 Agent Colonel Jim Smith
Location: Lavarack Barracks, QLD
Date of Report: 13th September, 2020

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I arrived at Lavarack Barracks at 1600 hours to meet with a commander of the 3rd Brigade. Meeting in his office, I was informed of an incident that occurred in a cadet’s bunk room.

According to reports, gunfire was heard and the guards on duty quickly responded. Arriving at the bunk room they found all four cadets clutching their hands crying out in pain, with one appearing to have fainted. There were blood splotches on the walls and bedding, with bone embedded in some of the impact areas. The cadets were transported to the infirmary while an investigation was undertaken.

The investigation revealed no gun in the room, nor were there any missing weapons from the armory. No one was in the firing range either. Cadets in an adjacent bunk were tasked with cleaning the room where they discovered a document with instructions for a kinetoglyph resulting in two additional injuries. Fellow cadets transported them to the infirmary, as well as handing the document to their commander. I received the document from the commander and have locked it in a containment case.

Listed below are the injuries sustained by the six cadets:

• Cadet Steve Bradbury: Right index finger removed, affected area shows no evidence of a finger ever being attached.
• Cadet James Miller: Right index finger dislocated.
• Cadet Lachlan Muir: Left index finger knuckles appeared to have exploded.
• Cadet Lucas Sharp: Right index finger removed, leaving a bloody stump.
• Cadet Alex Johnson: Left index finger appears to of been shredded.
• Cadet Tom Chapman: Left index finger splayed apart.

After a thorough analysis of the scene I determined there were no further anomalies present. Gamma-5 assisted with the administration of amnestics and creation of a cover story².

Interview Log XXXX.1

The following is a transcribed interview between Agent Colonel Jim Smith and Cadet Steve Bradbury.

Interviewee: Cadet Steve Bradbury

Interviewer: Agent Colonel Jim Smith

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Smith: (Clears throat) My name is Colonel Jim Smith and I am conducting an interview with Cadet Steve Bradbury in response to the incident that occurred on the 6th of September. The current date is the 8th of September. Can you please state your name for the record?

Bradbury: Uhhh, my name is Steve Bradbury. Sir.

Smith: Thank you. Now, you and your fellow cadets suffered various hand injuries that currently have no explanation and I was hoping you could shed light on what happened.

Bradbury: Um yes, sure thing Sir. We’d just finished our shifts for the day when we arrived back in our bunk room. Alex was the first to notice it, there was an envelope on the table labelled ‘Body Weaponization Test 3’. He brought it to our attention and we assumed that it was a prank by some of the other cadets or higher ups.

Smith: I assume that’s why you didn’t bring it to the attention of your CO?

Bradbury: Yes Sir…Am in trouble Sir?

Smith: No. Please continue

Bradbury: Yes Sir. Alex opened the envelope and in it was a folded piece of A4 paper with ‘Hand Weaponization’ at the top. Below it were a variety of hand drawn and written images and text describing an apparent way to shoot your index finger. We all had a bit of a laugh at it, and thought why not give it a go. I mean what was the worst that could happen (Nervous Laughter).

(10 seconds of silence)

Smith: If you are alright, can you please recount what happened next. With as much detail as possible.

Bradbury: Yes, sure thing Sir. It took us about a minute to follow the steps, it looked like a weird dance. The final instruction was to point your finger like a gun and say ‘BANG’. So we lined up, faced the wall and said ‘BANG’. Gunfire was heard and the other cadets suddenly screamed in pain clutching their hand, blood was everywhere. I was disorientated from having 3 lots of gunfire happen right next to me so I didn’t notice anything had happened to my hand until we got to the infirmary.

Smith: Did it hurt, was there any pain?

Bradbury: No Sir. Sometimes I get a phantom feeling of my finger being there, but the medics told me that is expected to happen and should hopefully fade over time. I am still in shock about any of this occurring, will my buddies recover?

Smith: They will. James only had a dislocation and Lucas’ finger also was removed like yours, though it was painful for him. The other’s will require amputation unfortunately.

Bradbury: Oh…ok. What is going to happen to me and them now?

Smith: That is still being decided. I assure you will not have to wait for long to find out.

Bradbury: Thank you. Sir. Do you need to know anything else?

Smith: No. That will be all for now, I appreciate your cooperation.

Addendum XXXX.1: On the 3rd of March, 2021 a series of robberies occurred in Rotorua, NZ. Witnesses described the suspect as using their finger as a gun, apparently shooting their nails at high speeds. Agents tracked down the suspect to an apartment block. After apprehending the suspect, an investigation of their apartment revealed that they had recently returned from Papakura Military Camp in Auckland. A piece of paper was also discovered containing instructions for ‘Hand Weaponization’ with a symbol on the Vitruvian Man in the bottom-right corner. The piece of paper has now been classified SCP-XXXX-2.

The author of SCP-XXXX-1 and -2 has been classified as POI-XXXX and Foundation efforts are currently underway to locate and contain them.

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Not So Lucky Triple Sevens

"I'm telling you", said Vulture. "GOC rations almost saved my life once."

Wheels rolled her eyes. The other operatives ate and listened.

Vulture continued, "So, my old team's in the Urals, tracking down these proto-Sarkic nutters. Big CK reality shift from this artifact they're making. Doesn't get us, but gets our cache of spare supplies. We exfil on foot, grab our stuff, and the first bite of an MRE entree, we spit out, it's all pillbugs. Tiny ground pieces of pillbugs, barely visible. If the MREs weren't designed this way, we would have eaten it. They were that small!"

"But then you ate them anyway," said Generous. "And that's why they call you Vulture."

"And that's why they call me Vulture," exclaimed Vulture. The Arab woman jabbed a finger wrapped around a half-empty MRE. Her full mouth did not seem to impede her speech.

Around the circle of four GOC operatives, a purple-blue sunset sky kissed distant, gray mountains. The plains of Sonora, Mexico stretched out with light sandy soil and gray-green shrubs. In the distance, some distant bird of prey shrilled, perhaps in triumph, perhaps in dismay.

Vulture said, "But think about it. We determined the bugs were not poisonous or anomalous, and it was our only food at this point. It was two and a half days' climb back to extraction. What would you have done?" Vulture asked the three other operatives.

"Go hungry."

"Go hungry."

"Yup."

Vulture sneered, unbefitting her ladylike appearance. "Well, nothing came of it. It was the right call. But still, I've been Vulture ever since. How about you? Did you guys have old call-signs?"

"Something like that." said Generous. She put a hand to her round, tan features. "Well, it's a good question. As the leader, I'll start. Before the GOC, they nicknamed me ‘Tigress’ because I developed this way to leap onto hostiles with a knife. Dropped them on the spot, nice and quiet. Of course, that was when I was young and limber. I try it now, and I just crush people- far less effective."

She said it without shame, and no one dared tease the short, muscular woman for it.

"Alright. Wheels? You wanna go?" asked Generous.

In response, the lithe, dark-skinned woman brushed a hand along her short curly hair. "I uh… okay, well, you guys are going to laugh … but in Eurtec, I was 'Squeaky'."

"Squeaky," said Vulture.

"Yeah. Because I complained so much." said Wheels.

"Gee, I can't see why. ‘Wheels’ is somehow worse, though." said Vulture.

Wheels waved an MRE pastry, threatening to send errant crumbs everywhere. "Look, they put those fucking car toys there on purpose! I was operating on two hours of sleep!"

"Ha!" said Noface. The young, reedy man leaned forward. "Wow, 'Squeaky'! I was LEN in the Serpent's Hand. Short for Little Eater of Names, for the same reason you all call me Noface. The 'Little' is because the real Eater of Names wouldn't like it otherwise."

"I see. I might as well share an embarrassing secret so Wheels doesn't get Squeaky on us." deadpanned Generous. "See, there's a bar-friendly origin story for every unflattering call-sign. That's what I told you guys."

"That you're 'Generous' because you waste ammo?" asked Wheels.

"Have you seen me ever waste a bullet?" said Generous.

"No…" said Wheels.

"My first team named me Generous… for my chest," said Generous.

Noface turned red and tore his eyes away from Generous's face and upper body. Vulture laughed.

Wheels stuttered, "Wait, what!?"

"The GOC was a lot less enlightened in the early 2000s. I punched someone over it. Then I got a reduction. I'm contrary like that." said Generous.

"It could be worse, my old team's first try was 'Porky'," said Vulture.

"'Porky'?" asked Wheels.

"Ex-Muslim," said Vulture. "Our CO told them 'fuck no', so they went with Vulture."

"I still think we should have gone with 'Serpentor' for Noface," said Wheels.

Vulture grunted out her enthusiasm.

"I still think 'Cobra Commander' would have been funnier. But no, Region Command has that policy against call-signs too indicative of background. So Noface was for the best." said Generous.

"For the best." sighed Noface. "I left the Serpent's Hand behind me. For good. I hope."

"So, this parathreat," said Wheels. "When are we finally going in?"

"Never, I hope," said Generous. "We have another night. Maybe our parathreat will show its true face soon. Noface, you did say 72 hours is thaumaturgically significant?"

"Yeah. Three days show up the most often in rituals. It's rarely two, four or five, or even a week. Always three, for some reason."

"Well, there you have it. GOC SOP and thaumaturgy agree. Three days to see if the parathreat does something interesting before we go in." said Generous.

"Yeah, ugh. I hope this is a false alarm. We haven't seen anyone inside. Even through drone footage. I'm not exactly excited to walk into something that makes people disappear." said Noface.

"It's not a false alarm," said Generous. "Satellite intel is clear on this. Twelve locals went in and never came out. Then their homes got haunted, for lack of a better word."

She gestured to a shack on the horizon. It appeared as if someone scaled up a mortarboard hat, turned it into wood, and called it a house.

"This is why the GOC hates structural parathreats", said Vulture. "They're dangerous as hell. Half the time it's not even the building itself, but the location, so there's not much we can do."

"I've been to a dozen controlled demolitions back in Strike. Very boring. Plant disintegration charges, go over a big-ass checklist, wait until it's over." said Generous. "Not satisfying like shooting Bixbies into spaghetti, or sharing 40 mm with anomalous wildlife."

"The worst is when we have to tip off the Foundation and let them wrap it up. Hate to say it, but they're best suited for this kind of thing," complained Vulture.

"Agreed," said Generous. "Just like they like to ring us up in case of a Large Scale Aggressor."

"Oh man, I got to see a UHEC in action once!" blurted Vulture. "Like watching gods fight!"

"Three times, for me. It is intense beyond intense," said Generous. She pointed with an empty MRE wrapper at Wheels and Noface. "You kids are missing out."

"Yeah, I'm going to pass on anything crazy enough to warrant a giant mech," said Wheels.

"Yep." agreed Noface. "So… should I run Field Ritual B9-73 again?"

Generous's eyes swept the three operatives, noting they long since finished eating. "Good idea. Dinner's over, let's get in some more scans, then a good night's sleep before we head in."

---

Generous woke up to find herself standing up, rifle ready.

Her sudden movement startled the skinny rookie whose voice woke her.

"Ah! Geez!" gasped Noface.

"What's the situation?" Generous demanded.

"Vulture's missing!" he whispered.

Generous nudged Wheels with her foot. Wheels crawled up to attention with less grace and more groaning than Generous.

"Wha- what is it?", mumbled Wheels.

"Vulture's missing. Check the sensor array. Noface, what did you see?" said Generous.

"Nothing! Normal night, nothing moved. Suddenly, I look over you guys, and Vulture's just… gone! I tried calling her, nothing." said Noface.

"Did you look in IR? UV? VERITAS?" asked Generous.

"Yeah! Couldn't find her," exclaimed Noface.

Generous scanned the Mexican chaparral and saw nothing but shrubs and stars. "First step, Noface, secure the perimeter. Cover my back while we talk. Composite vision mode, just in case. Wheels, report what you got."

"Still sifting through history", said Wheels, eyes deep on the HUD in her helmet. "Not even minor events. No motion sensors tripped, no unexpected light changes, all sound levels within expected. Vulture's life sensors are on and still in tac-net radius."

"Is this how the parathreat makes people disappear!?" asked Noface. The skinny mage swiveled his gaze around. "It makes no sense! Vulture's got the highest cognitive resistance score of us! It couldn't have compelled her to walk away!"

"If she walked away, the motion sensors would have gone off. Look for signs of a CK reality shift. Or other terrain alteration." said Generous. "Wheels, eyes on the parathreat structure. You see anything weird, we have to know."

"It still looks like a run-down shitty shack," said Wheels.

"It's disappeared thirteen people now," hissed Generous. "I do not want to give it more! Eyes forward and wide open."

"Roger, wilco," muttered Wheels. The three operatives began to walk to their fallback point, rifles ready. They covered each other's movements and backs. Their footsteps made almost no sound even in the dry scrubland soil. A chill wind murmured as if to warn of danger ahead.

"I have a theory," said Wheels.

"Shoot", said Generous.

"Parathreat may have carried her up and off, motion sensors are only reliable up to 8 meters' radius."

"Damn it. Hadn't thought of an aerial perimeter. She could be anywhere by now." grunted Generous.

"Are we sure there wasn't a CK?" asked Noface.

"She's alive and around here. We can deal with any other implications later. Okay, we're at a secure spot." said Generous. "Keep covering me."

The other two operatives nodded, presenting their weapons to the cold night air.

Generous's eyes made the gestures on her HUD to open her radio.

"Control, this is Assessment Team 777 'Fingertip'," said Generous. "Fingertip 1 speaking, Fingertip 2 MIA, unknown cause. Do you read me?"

Silence. The side of her screen descended into noiseless static.

Generous continued, "Control, this is Fingertip 1. I say again, Fingertip 2 MIA. Please respond."

Silence.

"Control, please respond." Generous sighed. "Fingertip 1 to Fingertip 2… Vulture. This is Generous. Are you there? Respond."

Silence.

"Vulture, this is Generous, please talk to us. Are you alright?"

She finished waiting and turned to her team. "Signal's perfect, Control's not responding, neither is Vulture. Looks like it's up to us."

She reached out to empty air and tore off a piece of the night sky. The fabric in her hands reflected and distorted the light around it. A close-topped, armored jeep now stood where it had been.

"The drone didn't see anything if that's what you're thinking," said Wheels.

Generous reached into the jeep. Noface and Wheels backed up behind her, guns outward.

"Not last time," said Generous. "We'll try again. I am not stepping in a haunted house blind." She took a basketball-sized quadcopter from the jeep into her backpack. She moved to help Wheels cover their position. "Noface, get the rest of your thaumaturgic supplies. Everything. We aren't going back."

Noface nodded and turned to the jeep to retrieve a large dark gray assault bag. He took Generous's place on guard as she moved back to the vehicle.

"My turn again. I'm getting the laser designator," said Generous.

"What? What for?" asked Noface.

"You know what happened to 'Clover', the previous Assessment Team 777?" said Generous.

"Uh…" said Wheels.

"Do I want to know?" moaned Noface.

"They got wiped inside a parathreat that duplicates rooms," said Generous. "Called in a fuel-air bomb at their location, died gloriously. The least we can do if we fail is take the anomaly with us."

"That's a little much. Does it even work indoors?" said Noface.

"Oh, I know firsthand: like a charm," said Generous.

"Firstha-" sputtered Wheels. "Ugh fine. You and your hard-on for the Fivefold Mission."

"But we can't raise Control." Noface pointed out.

"We can at least tell GOC spy sats where we died. The bomb will come after that," said Generous.

Noface shuddered.

"What a lovely thought." murmured Wheels. "Anything else to grab before we charge into hell?"

"I'm good," said Generous. She checked her rifle and let its bolt snap shut.

"Yeah, me too," said Noface. He slipped a ritual knife into his sleeve.

"Alright. Let's go find Vulture," said Wheels.

---

The shack looked exactly as non-threatening as before.

"VERITAS still shows the parathreat as transparent. No life signs inside" said Wheels. "Still looks the same in IR, not enough UV at night to see anything."

"What are you doing with the designator?" Noface asked Generous.

"Sending a message to the spy sats in Morse," said Generous. She clicked the flashlight-like device on and off in staccato. "I'm hoping this will get their attention. Wheels, send in the drone."

"Way ahead of you, it's going in," said Wheels.

The quadcopter buzzed through the dry, dark air and the shack's open window.

"Yeah, nothing. Still empty of anyone. Only one room, flooring, and furniture." said Wheels.

"Alright, let's head in. Keep the drone going." said Generous.

They kicked open the door and surged in. The interior looked the same as the drone's view: dusty, wooden, and unpainted. The quadcopter hovered in place as if to say "I told you so".

"Damn," said Generous. "Look for hidden compartments or tunnels. Every cabinet, every floorboard. 'Nitohaz filters up, composite vision."

"Roger, Gen." the two junior operatives chorused. The team got to work inspecting the shack's crude construction and beaten-down furnishings.

Generous said, "Noface when this is over I want a ritual B-72 for dimensiona- uhhhh, what the fu-"

The three operatives found themselves standing on familiar grounds. Trimmed, low bushes lined the sidewalk. Outlines of austere military buildings blocked out small parts of the starry sky. Orderly rows of bollards and trees bracketed the roads.

"Huh. This looks like… " said Wheels.

"Stay alert. GPS says… huh. We're actually in Fort Sinker, Nebraska. Right outside the barracks. Yeah, we were sleeping here five days ago." said Generous. She gestured at the familiar building they stood outside.

"Might be a CK shift," said Noface.

"Maybe we teleported," suggested Wheels.

"Control? Control, please respond," said Generous. "Still nothing. Stay alert, this might be a dimensional shift."

An alarm blared.

"Oh fuck!" said Wheels. "Base security must have picked up our sudden appearance!"

"Double-check your IFF!" said Generous. She checked her HUD to confirm she was marked "Friendly" on any GOC tactical network.

"What if they're unfriendly?" said Noface.

"Then we're going to die anyway. We aren't evading base security, even on a good night," said Generous.

An armored car's headlights shone over the road and overwhelmed their night vision.

"We surrender! Friendlies! Do not shoot!" yelled Noface, laying down his rifle and putting his hands on his head. Generous and Vulture followed his lead. "Assessment Team 777 Fingertip! Do not shoot! We were suddenly brought here when-"

When their eyes and HUDs adjusted, the car seemed to be empty. Light beams with no source started sweeping across the three operatives' vision. They stood there in silence.

"What the heck? It pulled up. Who's driving it?" asked Wheels.

"Maybe this is a dimension where Fort Sinker has self-driving cars?" replied Noface.

"Whoa," said Wheels as she stumbled. "I think something pushed me."

"Where are those lights coming from?" mused Generous. The light beams swirled around as if confused.

"Hm… well, stay where we are. We don't want to alarm base security with sudden mov-" Something made Generous lose her balance.

"Yeah, still nothing in VERITAS or IR. UV's at night is a lost cause, but… no, still nothing," said Wheels.

"I'm trying too. Still nothing." said Generous.

"Maybe a field ritual? I know a few that can tell us which dimension we're in," said Noface.

"No ritual, we'll set off even more alarms…. wait a second… I think I know what's going on!" exclaimed Generous.

---

GOC base security searched for unseen intruders, sweeping with their tactical lights.

Sergeant Eber said, "Teleportation alarms picked up something here. Three human-sized masses. They say it hasn't moved, but… be careful."

Private Gognitti seemed to jolt. "Whoa I think something pushed me!" she yelled.

The alarmed soldiers pointed their rifles near the shouting woman.

"Not seeing anything," said Private Greenberg.

"Get your goggles on, switch to composite vision, it might be invisible," said Sergeant Eber.

"Roger that….still nothing."

"Let's get Sec Three and Sec One on the horn ASAP. Form a perimeter, I don't want it backtracking to us."

"Control, I lost the rest of my team on tac-net! Noface, Gen, Wheels, they just… disappeared!" yelled Vulture. She tromped around the Mexican plains where she had seen her team last.

"Damn it. Fingertip 2, do you have visuals on the parathreat?" replied Mission Control over the radio.

The frustrated, sweaty operative tilted her head at the parathreat.

"Door is open. I don’t know when, I swear it was closed ten seconds ago and I was looking at it the whole time," said Vulture.

"Fingertip 2, do you see any signs of a CK shift or thaumaturgy?" asked Control.

"VERITAS is still dead quiet, no EVE flare-ups anywhere," said Vulture. "Should I enter the parathreat structure?"

"Fingertip 2… we have… negatory. Do not proceed. Fingertip 2, stand by for further instructions."

Vulture grunted and kicked a rock as hard as she could. She busied herself looking for clues and wondering what the hell happened.

---

"I think I got something solid!" said Noface. He held onto something that felt like empty air, but his fingers resisted closing all the way. The other operatives stopped their attempts to grab at thin air and turned to look at him.

"Hey! I can't… move my arm," said Private Greenberg, struggling against an unseen, unfelt grip. Only the other base guards heard him.

The others grunted in alarm and pointed their searchlights in Noface's direction.

"You know what? Prep less-lethals, I want to try something," said Sergeant Eber.

Noface felt his vision explode and he fell to the floor twitching.

Generous kneeled to inspect her spasming teammate. "Yeah, that looks like a bog-standard Class C Electrosubmissive."

"Oh my God, Noface!" said Wheels. She rushed to their downed comrade.

"Don't touch him, you'll get zapped too," said Generous. She stood up to restrain Wheels. "Remember, it's a lot safer than a civilian Taser. He'll act like it never happened in a couple of minutes. We've confirmed we're dealing with people we can't perceive in any way. I know what to do."

---

"Okay, that stopped whatever was grabbing you. Probably antimemetics, to keep us from noticing it. Way beyond our pay grade. All units, fall back." said Sergeant Eber. The graying, mustached soldier put his hand to his headset and followed his soldiers' retreat.

He said, "Sec Two to HQ, do you copy? Our intruder is antimemetic. I recommend we pull automated defenses in, make the perimeter airtight. How do we know? Took a blind shot with a Class C E-sub. The munition disappeared into thin air but halted the anomalous activity…. Roger that, Sec Two out."

---

"Ahhh!" said Noface. He stretched like a cat. "Best sleep I had in months. What happened?"

"You got tased," said Wheels. She busied herself writing on a notepad.

"Tased?!" yelled Noface.

"Class C E-sub."

"Oh. Huh, it's rather pleasant."

"Do it enough and you get memory problems. Don't get ideas." said Generous. "Okay, we're good to go?"

"Yeah. That should do it," said Wheels. She put down the paper.

"What are you guys doing?" asked Noface.

"Staying clear. Come on, let's move away from the jumpy base guards," said Generous. She watched the jeep, as if of its own accord, back up and drive away. "They're pulling out, which means we'll see reinforcements soon. MOVE IT, Noface!"

"Okay okay!" said Noface, pulling himself off the ground.

---

"Well, I'll be damned," said Sergeant Eber. He scanned the perimeter. His men pointed rifles in the general direction of the threat.

"Sir?" said the soldier next to him.

"HQ says drone scanners pick up three… friendlies. Right over there," said Eber. He pointed at thin air not far from their position.

"Friendlies, sir."

"Yep. But they don't show up on the drone visuals either."

"Well, that explains a lot. Should we worry, sir?"

"Just in case, let's- wait, do you see that? On the ground right there?"

"It's GOC field stationary, sir."

"Yes well, I can fucking see that, private! Move up and read it for me! All units, stay alert."

"Yes sir… It reads, 'We are friendlies, GOC Assessment Team 777 on an operation to Sonora, Mexico. We were transported here upon entering a parathreat structure. We are from dimension 2719-C.' "

Sergeant Eber growled, "Yeah, definitely beyond our pay grade. HQ, are you getting this?… Oh, that's our dimension? Thank fuck! Should we stand down?" He paused. "Roger that."

Eber turned to his soldiers. "Looks like this is a problem for specialists now. Keep a perimeter up, keep up the drones going, let's be sure our guests don't wander off."

---

Two days later

All Miguel Rodriguez knew for sure was that his throat hurt from shouting. One house after another was empty. Row after row, street after street, not a single human being.

House lights went on and off. Cars vanished and appeared in driveways when he looked away. Yet he had not seen another moving creature anywhere. No amount of shouting or wailing produced any response. On the phone, in houses, anywhere. The wayward environmental inspector wasn't sure where the hell he was. Ever since he had stepped foot in that stupid shack in the desert. Was this a dream? It was far too long to be a dream. He forced himself to walk through abandoned Mexican suburbs. He couldn't contemplate giving up the search for his wife and three boys. But his feet hurt, his throat hurt… he didn't know if his body would let him continue.

After so many weeks of silence, he startled and spun around when he heard voices. He rushed into the strange soldiers' arms, heedless to whether they meant to harm him. He figured either would end his nightmare.

The American woman in strange gray military armor gently pushed him away. "Hello, I believe we are looking for you. What is your name?" she said in halting Spanish.

"I'm… I'm Miguel Rodriguez. Thank God you're here! Everyone's vanished!" he replied in a hoarse voice. "You are the first person I've seen! Thank God! What the hell happened here!? Are you from the government?" He fought the urge to sob in her arms.

Wheels stammered at the rapid barrage of Spanish. She listened to a translation from her headset and cautiously addressed each of his questions.

The two other operatives hung back while Wheels handled the civilian.

"You don't speak Spanish, Gen?" asked Noface.

"Heck no," she replied.

"But you're from-" objected Noface.

"Brazil. Where we don't speak Spanish."

"No, I mean, you said you used to work on Brazil's borders. Surely you used a little Spanish?"

"I know some very simple basics. 'May I use your phone?', 'Where is the nearest town?', 'One step closer and I'll blow your fucking head off!'"

"That's a basic phrase?!" asked Noface.

"In our line of work? You better memorize and practice it," replied Generous.

Vulture interrupted over their comms. Her voice sounded distant and garbled over special memetic filters, but at least they could hear her now.

"She's right, " said Vulture's voice. "Any country, any language, that's going to be in your top ten."

"Unbelievable," said Noface.

"Less believable than an antimemetic effect that keeps you from perceiving anyone else? And vice versa," said Vulture.

"I can't say that, no. Which civilian are we even on?" said Noface.

"This guy would be the tenth of twelve. Well, the fourth we've found alive." replied Generous.

"Poor bastards."

"Yeah, this guy's lucky he didn't wander into traffic that he can't see."

"We're lucky we didn't do that," said Noface.

Generous pointed to a drone hovering over them.

"We have a bit of help. Anyways, once we get the civilians accounted for and amnesticized, then PTOLEMY will get us fixed up."

Noface sighed. "Yeah. I dunno, I'm just glad we lived through this. I want to see the parathreat blown up though."

"So do I," said Generous.

"Alright, exfil in five!" Wheels shouted to them and gave a thumbs up. Miguel sobbed in relief on her shoulder.

“Not too bad for a first mission,” said Noface.

“Could have been a lot worse,” agreed Generous.

“Can’t wait to see you guys again!” said Vulture’s voice.

The operatives chuckled softly and waited for pickup.

END

Specific Concerns

• Is there a better title I could use? I'm somewhat at a loss for better.
• How/where can I build more of a sense of place? Or is it unnecessary?
• How much sense do events make? Is the pace too fast? If so, where could I put explanations that don't bog down the story too much?
• Are there too many red herrings in characters' speculation about the anomaly or is it appropriate?
• Is there sufficient closure or is the ending too abrupt?

Draft Reviewers: TheyCallMeTim NKUltra TopDownUnder quickestsilver Bolterpyre Dr Lerche JacobWaller NebulousStar
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    text-decoration: none;
    cursor: pointer;
    background-color: var(--fnColor, #E6283C);
}
.fnnum:hover::after { color: white; }
 
/*--- Footnote Content Wrapper --*/
.fncon {
    position: absolute;
    right: calc(var(--posX) + 80px);
    line-height: 1.2;
    padding: 0.82rem;
    width: 10.3rem;
    background: white;
    border: 2px solid black;
    font-weight: initial;
    font-style: initial;
    text-align: initial;
    pointer-events: none;
    opacity: 0;
    transition: opacity 0.15s linear, right 0.3s cubic-bezier(.08,.72,.5,.94);
    z-index: 9;
}
.fnnum:hover + .fncon {
    opacity: 1;
    right: var(--posX);
}
.fncon::before {
    position: absolute;
    top: 0; left: 0;
    transform: translateX(-52%) translateY(-55%) scale(1.15);
    background-color: var(--fnColor, #E6283C);
    color: white;
    content: counter(megacount);
    font-size: initial;
    font-weight: bold;
    font-style: initial;
    padding-left: 0.32em; padding-right: 0.32em;
    padding-top: 0.18rem; padding-bottom: 0.08rem;
}
 
/*--- Mobile Query --*/
@media only screen and (max-width: 1279px) {
    .fncon {
        position: fixed;
        bottom: 1.3rem;
        left: calc(11% - 50px);
        width: 70%;
        transition: opacity 0.15s linear, left 0.3s cubic-bezier(.08,.72,.5,.94);
    }
    .fnnum:hover + .fncon {
        left: 11%;
     }
}

CODE

/*
    PLACESTYLE CSS
    [2021 Wikidot Theme]
    By Placeholder McD
    Based on:
       Penumbra Theme by EstrellaYoshte
       Paperstack Theme by EstrellaYoshte
       BLANKSTYLE CSS by Placeholder McD, HarryBlank
       Ad Astra Theme by NatVoltaic, stormbreath
       Night Rush Theme by Nagiros
*/
 
@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Fira+Code&display=swap);
@import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Montserrat:ital,wght@0,800;1,800&display=swap');
 
#page-content { font-size: .81rem; }
 
body {
    color: #EDEDED;
    background-color: #2F333C;
    background-image: linear-gradient(
        to bottom,
        #21252E, #21252E 90px,
        #21252E 90px, #2F333C 200px,
        #2F333C 200px, #2F333C 100%);
    background-repeat: no-repeat;
}
 
#main-content {
    top: -1.2rem;
}
 
/* ---- SCROLLBAR ---- */
 
::-webkit-scrollbar {
  width: 12px;
  background: #transparent;
}
 
::-webkit-scrollbar-track {
  background: #21252E;
}
 
::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb {
  background: #ededed;
}
 
::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb:hover {
  background: var(--accentColor);
}
 
/* ---- HEADER ---- */
 
div#container-wrap,
div#header {
     background-image: none;
}
 
div#extra-div-1 {
    height: 164px;
    width: 100%;
    top: 0;
    position: absolute;
    background: var(--lgurl);
    background-size: contain;
    background-repeat: no-repeat;
    background-position: 50% 50%;
    z-index: -1;
}
 
#header h1, #header h2 { margin-left: 0; float: none; text-align: center; }
/* Move the subtitle down a smidge */
#header h2 { margin-top: 0.5rem; }
/* Hide the existing text */
#header h1 span, #header h2 span { font-size: 0; display: none; }
/* Style the new text */
#header h1 a::before, #header h2::before {
    color: var(--accentColor);
    text-shadow: none;
    letter-spacing: 2px;
    font-family: 'Montserrat', sans-serif !important;
}
 
/* Set the new text's content from variable */
#header h1 a::before {
  content: var(--header-title, "SCP FOUNDATION");
  font-weight: 300;
  font-size: 1.3em;
}
#header h2::before {
  content: var(--header-subtitle, "SECURE - CONTAIN - PROTECT");
  font-weight: 600;
  font-size: 1.3em;
}
 
#login-status {
    color: #ededed;
}
#login-status a {
    color: var(--accentColor);
}
#login-status ul a {
    color: #ededed;
    background: #21252E;
}
#login-status ul a:hover {
    color: var(--accentColor);
}
 
#account-topbutton{
    border: solid 1px var(--accentColor);
}
 
#footer, #footer a {
    background: transparent;
    color: #ededed;
}
#license-area {
     color: #ededed;
}
 
#search-top-box {
    top: 2.2rem!important;
    right: 8px;
}
#search-top-box-form > input[type=submit] {
    border: solid 1px #ededed;
    background: #21252E!important;
    box-shadow: none;
    border-radius: 0;
    color: #ededed;
    transition: color 0.15s linear;
}
#search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:hover {
    border: solid 1px var(--accentColor);
    box-shadow: none;
    color: var(--accentColor);
}
#search-top-box-form > input[type=text] { display: none; }
 
/* ---- TOP BAR ---- */
 
#top-bar {
     top: 8.4rem;
     display: flex;
     justify-content: center;
     right: 0;
}
#top-bar, #top-bar a {
     color: #ededed;
     transition: color 0s;
}
#top-bar ul li ul {
    border-color: var(--accentColor);
    overflow: hidden;
}
#top-bar ul li.sfhover ul li a,
#top-bar ul li:hover ul li a {
   border-top-color: #2F333C;
}
#top-bar ul li.sfhover a,
#top-bar ul li:hover a {
    background: #21252E;
    color: #ededed;
}
#top-bar ul li.sfhover a:hover,
#top-bar ul li:hover a:hover {
    background: #21252E; /* top bar hover background color */
    color: var(--accentColor);
    transition: color 0.1s linear;
}
 
/* ---- SIDE BAR ---- */
 
div#side-bar{
    background: #21252E;
    clear: both;
    padding: .8em;
    border-radius: 0;
    box-shadow: none;
    overflow-x: hidden;
}
 
#side-bar .heading{
    color: #ededed;
    font-family: 'Josefin Sans', sans-serif;
    font-size: 0.94rem;
    border-bottom: solid 1px #ededed;
}
#side-bar .side-block {
    border: transparent;
    border-radius: 0;
    box-shadow: none;
    background-color: #21252E;
}
#side-bar .side-block.media {
    background-color:#21252E;
}
#side-bar .side-block.resources {
    background-color:#21252E;
}
.side-block .menu-item > .image {
    display: none;
}
 
#top-bar div.open-menu a {
    border-radius: 0;
    box-shadow: none;
    color: var(--accentColor);
    background-color: #21252E;
    border: 1px groove var(--accentColor);
}
 
@media (max-width: 767px) {
    #main-content {
        padding: 0;
        margin: 0 5%;
        border-left: none;
    }
    #page-title {
        margin-top: 0.7em;
    }
    #side-bar {
        background-color: #21252E;
        left: -18.6em;
    }
    #side-bar:target {
        border: none;
        box-shadow: none;
    }
    #side-bar .close-menu {
        transition: width 0.5s ease-in-out 0.1s,
                    opacity 1s ease-in-out 0s;
        display: block;
        position: fixed;
        width: 100%;
        height: 100%;
        top: 0;
        right: 0;
        background: rgba(0,0,0,0.3);
        background-position: 18.6em 50%;
        z-index: -1;
        opacity: 0;
        pointer-events: none;
    }
    #side-bar:target .close-menu {
        width: calc(100% - 18.6em);
        right: 0;
        left: auto;
        opacity: 1;
        pointer-events: auto;
    }
    #side-bar:target .close-menu:hover {
        background: unset;
    }
    #page-content > hr, #page-content > .list-pages-box > .list-pages-item > hr {
        margin: 3em -5.5%;
    }
    #side-bar {
        top: 0;
    }
    #side-bar .heading {
        padding-left: 1em;
        margin-left: -1em;
    }
    #search-top-box {
        top: 107px;
    }
}
 
/* ---- TABS ---- */
 
/* ---- YUI TAB BASE ---- */
.yui-navset .yui-nav a,.yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a{background-color:inherit;background-image:inherit}.yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover,.yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus{background:inherit;text-decoration:inherit}.yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a,.yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus,.yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover{color:inherit;background:inherit}.yui-navset .yui-nav,.yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav{border-color:inherit}.yui-navset li{line-height:inherit}
 
/* ---- YUI TAB CUSTOMIZATION ----*/
 
 .yui-navset .yui-nav,
 .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav{
     display: flex;
     flex-wrap: wrap;
     width: calc(100% - .125rem);
     margin: 0 auto;
     border-color: var(--accentColor);
     box-shadow: none;
}
 .yui-navset .yui-nav a, /* ---- Link Modifier ---- */
 .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a{
     color: #ededed;
     font-weight: bold;
    /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [UNSELECTED] ---- */
     background-color: #21252E;
     border: unset;
     box-shadow: none;
     box-shadow: none;
     transition: background-color 0.15s linear;
}
 .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover,
 .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus{
     color: #ededed;
    /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [HOVER] ---- */
     background-color: var(--accentColor);
}
 .yui-navset .yui-nav li, /* ---- Listitem Modifier ---- */
 .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li{
     position: relative;
     display: flex;
     flex-grow: 2;
     max-width: 100%;
     margin: 0;
     padding: 0;
     color: #ededed;
     background-color: #21252E;
     border-color: transparent;
     box-shadow: none;
}
 .yui-navset .yui-nav li a,
 .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li a,
 .yui-navset-bottom .yui-nav li a{
     display: flex;
     align-items: center;
     justify-content: center;
     width: 100%;
}
 .yui-navset .yui-nav li em{
     border: unset;
}
 .yui-navset .yui-nav a em,
 .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a em{
     padding: .35em .75em;
 
     text-overflow: ellipsis;
     overflow: hidden;
     white-space: nowrap;
}
 .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected, /* ---- Selection Modifier ---- */
 .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav .selected{
     flex-grow: 2;
     margin: 0;
     padding: 0;
    /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [SELECTED] ---- */
     background-color: var(--accentColor);
}
 .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a,
 .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em{
     border: none;
}
 .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a{
     width: 100%;
     color: #21252E;
     font-weight: bold;
}
 .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus,
 .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:active{
     color: #21252E;
     background-color: var(--accentColor);
}
 .yui-navset .yui-content {
    background-color: #21252E;
    box-shadow: none;
}
 .yui-navset .yui-content,
 .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-content{
     padding: .5em;
     border: none;
}
 
/*---- TAB ANIMATION by Croquembouche ---- */
 
.yui-navset .yui-content > div {
    display: block;
    top: 0;
    overflow: hidden;
    transform-origin: 0 0;
}
 
#page-content .yui-navset .yui-content > div[style*="none"] {
    display: block !important;
    flex: 0;
    max-height: 0;
    padding: 0 0.5em;
    border-width: 0;
    /* The following transition affects the one that DISAPPEARS */
    transition: padding 0s linear 0.5s,
          border-width 0s linear 0.5s,
          flex 0.5s cubic-bezier(.18,.51,.54,.9) 0s;
    animation: tab-disappear 0.5s ease-in-out 0s 1 both;
}
#page-content .yui-navset .yui-content > div[style*="block"] {
    display: block !important;
    flex: 1;
    max-height: 9999rem;
    /* The following transition affects the one that APPEARS */
    transition: padding 0s linear 0.5s,
          border-width 0s linear 0.5s,
          flex 0.5s cubic-bezier(.18,.51,.54,.9) 0.5s;
    animation: tab-appear 0.5s ease-in-out 0.5s 1 both;
}
 
@keyframes tab-disappear {
    0% { max-height: 9999rem; }
    1% { max-height: 100vh; }
    100% { max-height: 0; }
}
@keyframes tab-appear {
    0% { max-height: 0; }
    99% { max-height: 100vh; }
    100% { max-height: 9999rem; }
}
 
/* ---- INFO BAR ---- */
 body{
     --barColour: #21252E;
     --linkColour: #ededed;
}
 
 .info-container .collapsible-block-content{
     padding: 0 .5em 30px;
}
 .info-container .collapsible-block-content .wiki-content-table{
     width: 100%;
}
 
/* Ayer's info-bar patch by Monkatraz */
#page-content .info-container .collapsible-block-folded, #page-content .info-container .collapsible-block-unfolded-link  {
    width: 100%;
    max-width: 100%;
    margin: 0 auto;
    padding: 0;
    box-shadow: none;
}
#page-content .info-container .collapsible-block-link::before, #page-content .info-container .collapsible-block-unfolded-link::before  {
    content: " ";
    display: none;
}
#page-content .info-container .collapsible-block-content::after {
    display: none;
}
 
/* ---- INFO PANE ---- */
 
#page-content .creditRate{
     margin: unset;
     margin-top: 4px;
     margin-bottom: 4px;
     margin-right: 3px;
}
#page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button {
    background-color: #21252E;
    border: solid 2px #21252E;
    border-radius: 0;
    box-shadow: 3px 0px 0px 0px var(--accentColor);
}
#page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .creditButton p a {
    border-left-color: transparent;
}
 
#page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .page-rate-widget-box .cancel {
    border-radius: 0;
}
#page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .page-rate-widget-box .rate-points {
    border-left: 0;
}
 
.rate-box-with-credit-button .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a:hover {
    border-radius: 0;
}
 
#page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info {
     color: #ededed;
}
#page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info:hover {
     color: var(--accentColor);
}
 
#page-content .modalbox {
     background: #2F333C !important;
     color: #ededed;
     box-shadow: none;
}
.close-credits,
.credit-back {
    filter: grayscale(100%) invert(100%) contrast(275%);
}
 
/* ---- PAGE RATING ---- */
 
.page-rate-widget-box {
     margin: unset;
     border-radius: 0;
     border: solid 2px #21252E;
     box-shadow: 3px 0px 0px 0px var(--accentColor);
     background-color: #21252E;
     margin-top: 4px;
     margin-bottom:4px;
     margin-right: 3px;
}
 
.page-rate-widget-box .rate-points {
    background-color: #21252E !important;
    border: none;
    color: #ededed !important;
    text-transform: capitalize;
}
.page-rate-widget-box .rateup,
.page-rate-widget-box .ratedown {
    background-color: #21252E;
    border-top: none;
    border-bottom: none;
}
.page-rate-widget-box .rateup a,
.page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a {
    background: transparent;
    color: #ededed;
}
.page-rate-widget-box .rateup a:hover,
.page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a:hover {
    background: #21252E;
    color: var(--accentColor);
}
.page-rate-widget-box .cancel {
    background: transparent;
    background-color: #21252E;
    border: none;
}
.page-rate-widget-box .cancel a {
    color: #ededed;
}
.page-rate-widget-box .cancel a:hover {
    background: #21252E;
    color: var(--accentColor);
}
 
/* ---- PAGE ELEMENTS ---- */
 
.page-source, tt{
    font-family: "Fira Code", monospace;
    font-size: 0.87rem;
}
 .code pre, .code p, .code {
    font-family: "Fira Code", monospace;
    font-size: 0.87rem;
    color: #21252E;
}
 
ins, del {
    color: black;
}
 
h1, h2, h3, h4, h5, h6 {
}
 
h1 {
    font-family: 'Montserrat', sans-serif !important;
    color: var(--accentColor);
    font-weight: bold;
    letter-spacing: 1px;
    font-size: 2em;
}
h2,
h3,
h4,
h5,
h6 {
    font-family: 'Montserrat', sans-serif !important;
    color: #EDEDED;
    font-weight: bold;
    letter-spacing: 1px;
    font-size: 1.45em;
}
.lightbox h1 {
    color: #21252E;
}
 
#page-title {
    display: none;
}
 
/* Clicky links */
a,
a.newpage,
a:visited,
#side-bar a:visited {
    color: var(--accentColor);
    transition: color 0.15s linear;
}
a:hover, a.newpage:hover, a:visited:hover, #side-bar a:visited:hover {
    color: #ffffff;
    text-decoration: none;
    background-color: var(--accentColor);
}
 
/* patch for sidebar media, collapsibles, ACS, info button and ayers module so link doesn't override */
#page-content .collapsible-block-folded a:hover, #page-content .collapsible-block-unfolded-link a:hover, #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info:hover, #side-bar .side-block.media a:hover, .danger-diamond a:hover {
    background: transparent;
}
.info-container .collapsible-block-folded .collapsible-block-link, .info-container .collapsible-block-link {
    background: var(--linkColour) !important;
}
 
hr{
    background-color: var(--accentColor);
}
 
blockquote,
div.blockquote,
#toc {
    background-color: #21252E;
    border: #21252E 2px solid;
    border-left: 5px dashed var(--accentColor);
    box-shadow: 4px 4px #2F333C;
}
 
.code {
    background-color: #F8F8F8;
    border: solid 3px #2F333C;
    box-shadow: none;
}
.scp-image-block {
    border: 1px solid var(--accentColor);
    box-sizing: border-box;
}
.scp-image-block .scp-image-caption {
    background-color: #21252E;
    border-top: 1px solid var(--accentColor);
    color: #ededed;
    font-size: 0.65rem;
    padding: 0.1rem;
    box-sizing: border-box;
}
.scp-image-block.block-left { margin-left: 0; }
.scp-image-block.block-right { margin-right: 0; }
@media (max-width: 540px) {
  .scp-image-block.block-left, .scp-image-block.block-right {
    float: none; clear: both; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;
  }
}
 
/*---- CENTER IMAGES ON MOBILE courtesy of EstrellaYoshte and PeppersGhost ----*/
 
.imagediv {
    float: right;
    margin: 15px
}
 
@media (max-width: 540px) {
  .imagediv {
    float: none;
    text-align:center;
    margin: auto;
  }
}
 
@media only screen and (max-width: 600px) {
    .scp-image-block.block-right{
        float: none;
        margin: 10px auto;
    }
}
 
#page-content tr th {
    color: #21252E;
    background-color: var(--accentColor);
    border: solid 1px var(--accentColor);
    padding: 6px;
}
#page-content tr td {
    border: solid 1px var(--accentColor);
    background-color: #21252E;
    padding: 12px;
    line-height: 1.4;
}
 
/* fancy collapsible */
#page-content .collapsible-block-folded, #page-content .collapsible-block-unfolded-link {
    background: #21252E;
    transition: background 0.25s linear;
    padding-top: 0.5rem;
    padding-bottom: 0.5rem;
    padding-left: 1rem;
    padding-right: 1rem;
    width: min-content;
    white-space: nowrap;
    overflow: hidden;
    margin: auto;
}
#page-content .collapsible-block-folded .collapsible-block-link::before {
    content: "▷ ";
}
#page-content .collapsible-block-unfolded .collapsible-block-link::before {
    content: "▽ ";
}
#page-content .collapsible-block-link {
    text-decoration: none;
    color: #ededed;
    font-weight: bold;
}
#page-content .collapsible-block-folded:hover, #page-content .collapsible-block-unfolded-link:hover {
    background: var(--accentColor);
}
#page-content .collapsible-block-unfolded-link {
    box-shadow: 0px -0.26rem 0px 0px var(--accentColor);
}
#page-content .collapsible-block-folded, #page-content .collapsible-block-unfolded-link {
    margin-top: 10px;
    margin-bottom: 10px;
}
#page-content  .collapsible-block-unfolded > *:nth-child(3) .collapsible-block-link::before {
    content: "△ ";
}
#page-content  .collapsible-block-unfolded > *:nth-child(3) {
    box-shadow: 0px 0.26rem 0px 0px var(--accentColor);
}
 
/* Selection */
::selection {
    background: var(--accentColor);
    color: #ffffff;
}
 
/* Footnotes */
.hovertip {
    font-size: .81rem;
    background-color: #21252E !important;
    border: solid 1px var(--accentColor) !important;
}
.footnotes-footer {
    background-color: #21252E;
    padding-left: 1.4rem;
    padding-right: 1.4rem;
    padding-bottom: 1.5rem;
    box-shadow: -0.24rem 0px 0px 0px var(--accentColor);
}
.footnotes-footer .title {
    color: #ededed;
}
.footnote .f-footer, .equation .e-footer, .reference .r-footer {
    display: none;
}
.footnotes-footer {
display: none;
}
 
/* BetterFootnotes Patch */
.fncon {
    background-color: #21252E;
    border-color: var(--accentColor);
}
.fnnum:hover + .fncon {
    right: calc(-8vw - 4rem);
}
.lightbox .fnnum::after {
    color: #000;
}
 
/* Tags */
#main-content .page-tags a {
    margin-top: .18rem;
}
.page-tags span {
    border-top: 1px solid #ededed;
}
 
/* Pop-Up Windows */
.owindow {
    background-color: #21252E;
    border-color: var(--accentColor);
}
 
.owindow .modal-header {
    background-color: #21252E;
}
 
.owindow .modal-body img {
    background-color: transparent !important;
}
 
.owindow .title {
    background-color: #21252E;
    color: #var(--accentColor);
    border-bottom: 1px solid #2F333C;
}
 
.owindow .button-bar a {
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Observation Site-04

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Assigned Site	Site Director	Research Head	Assigned Task Force
Observation Site-04	Jean Aktus	Dr. Elongee Williams	N/A

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Display Archived Containment Procedures

Notes: SCP-X originally referred to SCP-X-A prior to it's resignation on Incident Log-XXXX-01.

SCP-X cannot and should not be contained. Containment efforts are to focus on monitoring SCP-X for activity and falsifying/suppressing information related to the entity.

Updated Containment Procedures: There is no known method of effectively containing SCP-X-B due to its nature and location. All space agencies³ have obligated to conceal information regarding SCP-X from the general public. Personnel stationed at Observation Site-04 are to monitor SCP-X-A and -B for activity. In the event SCP-X-A ceases to function or fails to counteract SCP-X-B, all Foundation facilities are to enact emergency protocols in preparation for an XK-Class "End of the World" scenario.

Description: SCP-XXXX is the designation number given to 2 anomalous humanoids located outside of Earth, referred to as SCP-X-A, and -B.

SCP-XXXX-A is a humanoid entity currently situated above America, approximately 130,000 km from Observation Site-04. Its facial features and gender are indistinguishable due to the light aura emitting from its body. SCP-X-A can produce radio transmissions as a form of communication; despite this, no reports of anomalous transmissions originating from SCP-X-A have been detected by the general public. The only record of this occurrence was when Observation Site-04 received a transmission from an untraceable source.

SCP-XXXX-A also is capable of manifesting two-dimensional ellipsoid rifts⁴ towards all incoming threats towards itself or Earth. However, the results of entering the dimensional pockets, the exact range of manifestations⁵, and the full scope of this anomalous property is pending further research. Previously, this anomalous trait was utilized to remove any asteroid nearby Earth. This directive, however, was changed to counteract the threat of SCP-X-B.

SCP-X-B is a humanoid covered in layers of metallic material around its body, located 100,000 km away from Jupiter. Despite its distance, it does not appear to be pulled into Jupiter from its gravitational pull. It is capable of launching any object within its vicinity to any location of its desire. How this is achieved is unknown, though is theorized to be caused by gravitational manipulation. Due to this anomalous capability, SCP-XXXX-B has been responsible for numerous reports of asteroids hurtling towards Earth.

However, SCP-XXXX-B is only capable of performing this type of action once or twice every day, depending on the size and mass of the asteroid in question. As of writing, SCP-XXXX-B has not been able to perform this type of action on any planetary body, believed to be that the mass of the planets in question are too great for SCP-XXXX-B's anomalous ability.

History: SCP-X-A has been known to the Foundation since the mid 18th century when astronomers witnessed an irregularly shaped spectrum of the light-emitting near Earth. Information suppression efforts were successful in concealing the anomaly from the general public. No incidents occurred until 23/7/2003 when NASA and Observation Site-04 detected an asteroid approximately 1000km in length⁶ heading towards Earth at high speeds.

Below is a log detailing the incident.

INCIDENT LOG-XXXX-01

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[15:03]: NASA and Foundation Observation Sites detect Ceres heading towards Earth at high speeds. SCP-179 is seen motioning its right arm towards Ceres.

[15:04]: Personnel within Observation Sites immediately inform Overseers of the discovery.

[15:05]: Overseers unanimously declare an impending XK-Class scenario and orders all Foundation personnel to enact preparations for the event.

[15:06]: Ceres is 450, 000km away from Earth.

[15:07]: By vote 13-0, Overseer Council orders personnel at Area-69 to activate Protocol LAST HOPE⁷ against Ceres.

[15:08]: Personnel at Observation Site-04 report witnessing SCP-XXXX-A pulling its right arm behind its back before pointing it towards Ceres with its right-hand palm open. This causes a two-dimensional rift to manifest.

[15:09]: Ceres is 370, 000km from reaching Earth.

[15:10]: Ceres then enters the two-dimensional rift. Its current status is unknown.

[15:11]: Personnel at Area-69 informs Overseers of preparations of Protocol LAST HOPE's activation before being ordered to standby and await further orders.

[15:20]: Overseers conclude XK-Class scenario has been averted. All preparations for the scenario in question have ceased.

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END LOG

Notes: For secrecy reasons, all personnel below LEVEL 5 clearance or those not assigned to Observation Sites have been misinformed that the declaration of the XK-Class scenario was a "test". An investigation was ordered by the Overseers to locate the cause of the incident. Based on research and multiple observations, SCP-X-B was discovered.

Addendum XXXX.1: Communication-Log

[CLASSIFIED OVERSEERS - EYES-ONLY]

The following addendum describes a communication attempt between Dr Elongee Williams when Observation Site-04 received radio transmissions from an unknown source.

Date: 05/9/2003

Interviewer: Dr Elongee Williams

Interviewee: SCP-X-A

BEGIN LOG

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Dr. Williams: Hello? Whom am I speaking to?

SCP-X-A: It is the one who you refer to as "SCP-X-A".

Dr. Williams: The same one who's protected Earth countless times?

SCP-X-A: Yes.

Dr. Williams: Okay, my name is Dr Elongee Williams. What is yours?

SCP-X-A: My name is Elizabeth Cornell. I have been watching this world for many centuries. Including you, SCP Foundation.

Dr. Williams: How, how did you know about us?

SCP-X-A: Like I said; I've been watching this world for many centuries. I know of the great things you've done to protect your planet, Foundation.

Dr. Williams: Thank you, it means a lot. Why are you sending us this transmission?

SCP-X-A: To tell you about my origins. I know you have watched me for countless year's and are aware of my protection against it. You are amazed by protection, fascinated by my actions. But there is one thing all of you have a thing in common: Curiosity. That type of emotion can be either a blessing or a curse. Today, I will guarantee it will be a blessing.

Dr. Williams: Proceed.

There is silence for a few seconds

SCP-X-A: I was born on Earth a long, long time ago. In a world far more advanced than the current day. My only parent was my mother. She, she never told me about what happened to my father. When I was just 7, my mother hooked me up with a military group called the "Galactic Nations", a group run by multiple countries where they defend Earth and attack other planets for war. They accept anyone who wants to join them, including children. I didn't go to school at all or live a life like the rest of the children. I've trained and trained every single day.

Not once did I felt motivated from joining them. I wanted to quit, but I couldn't do it without parental consent. My mother was no better, either. When I get home from training, they would teach me more about our enemy's strengths, weaknesses and history, every single day. I felt defeated. I didn't feel like I was being raised by my parents, either. They were more like… An "extra general"? Perhaps.

Dr. Williams: And why did she send you there?

There is a pause

SCP-X-A: I asked my mother why she would do this. She told me it was to help "serve my country". She numerously told me stories about her time in the Galactic Nations before retiring to look after me.

I didn't believe her. I had thoughts, theories of why but they just never clicked. Then one day I was talking about my mother with one of my friends in the cafeteria. She told me my mother was involved in an attack that killed a majority of her comrades. She was badly wounded with a missing left arm. Luckily, she was one of the very few to be evacuated. One of the soldiers found her and dragged her away to one of the ships retreating. She received a bionic hand shortly after.

That's when I realized why mother sent me to the military; as a method of getting revenge on The Imperials for what happened to her. I never discussed this topic with her because I knew there was going to be trouble.

Somehow, I managed to become a worthy soldier for the "Galactic Nations" and travelled throughout the Galaxy. However, my position was only positioned around Earth's orbit as a defence from other rivals. Earth had many foes, but the one kicker is an alien force called " The Imperials"⁸. They have a burning hatred against humanity and had often come to exterminate us all.

Dr Williams: Why do The Imperials hate you?

SCP-X-A: I found a log hidden in some files that describes it and the formation of "The Imperials". In it, humanity invaded a planet inhabited by aliens for "further colonization". A majority of the aliens were killed off or taken prisoners. Some, however, managed to flee and escape to other planets for assistance. Ever since then, the hatred and strength from The Imperials grew stronger.

Dr. Williams: Have you told anyone about it?

SCP-X-A: No.

Dr. Williams: Why?

SCP-X-A: What good would come out if I did that, anyway? I would be punished and the truth would have been covered up. Life would continue without me.

Dr. Williams: I, I am sorry. I should not have asked that question. Please, continue.

SCP-X-A: Then that day came. Ships from The Imperials were attacking us and headed towards Earth. We stood our ground and prepared for battle. The next part…

There is a pause for a few seconds as SCP-X-A places its hand onto its head before lowering it

I'm, I'm sorry, I'm still traumatized about that incident. Every time I think about the incident, I still get shivers down my spine.

We lost, they were too strong. Our ship crashed landed near a mountain and only a few of us survived. We retreated to an underground facility underneath it. Other military officers and civilians were in there, too.

Dr. Williams: What did you do in the facility?

SCP-X-A: I couldn't do anything. Everyone was dying outside, cities were being burned, and I hiding in there like a useless coward. I wished it would all go away. All this battle, war, killing; gone. Then I thought about my mother and where she is. Even after all the things she put through when I was a kid… I still couldn't help, but care for her.

After weeks of hiding, the Imperials left. I guess they figured most of humanity was dead. We were still alive in that facility. I know it was dumb and suicidal of me to do this, but… I decided to leave the facility to find my mother. Don't worry, the facility came equipped with highly resistant suits against threats.

Dr. Williams: Did anyone try to stop you? Did they go with you?

SCP-X-A: No, the officers tried to stop me. They didn't want to come, either. They were too afraid I told them to let me go because the only things they're going to lose is a woman and suit. Eventually, they gave up and let me leave the place.

The city around me was fucked. Buildings made of rumble, corpses across the fields and streets littered with destroyed military equipment. It didn't surprise me at all as I expected it. I ran back to my home and she was gone. Her lifeless body was buried underneath rebar and rumble. I knew she was gone, yet I pulled her out of there. As expected; she was gone.

Dr. Williams: I, I am sorry about your loss.

SCP-X-A: It's okay, I should've been with her when it happened. I created a grave and buried her. If she was going to die, at least I want her to rest peacefully. I walked around the deserted world of was once my home. I searched for more survivors, anyone who could be alive. As I was walking around the streets of a city, I came across someone I wasn't expecting. A familiar face. The Director of the Galactic Nations, Director Davis Wilson. I asked him how was he alive and he told me whilst his base was under fire. He and the other officers managed to escape by an underground train. From there, they travelled to the facility beneath Yellowstone. He told me it's been activated.

Dr. Williams: I apologize for interrupting, but what has been "activated" in the facility?

SCP-X-A: Davis never specified, but I believe he's referring to the part where it is… How do I say this? Cloning humans? Creating them? I know it sounds absurd, but the goal of the facility was to be humanity's final failsafe. That is also the reason why it's underground; to make it more difficult for it to be destroyed.

Dr. Williams: Oh my god…

SCP-X-A: Is there something bothering you?

Dr. Williams can be heard discussing with several doctors with the microphone muffled

Dr. Williams: I'm sorry about that, please, continue.

SCP-X-A: I asked Davis what he was doing out there. He told me it was the same reason as anyone else would: To search for survivors. He then told me to come with him back to the facility. I asked him why and he responded, "You know the lowest sub-section where only those with the highest clearance can enter? I am taking you there." And so, we went and arrived at Sub-Section 3 of the facility. He verified the multiple verification codes and entered them. As we walked further, I discovered a white glowing orb-like material in there.

Dr. Williams: What was it called?

SCP-X-A: He told me it was the [NAME PENDING], an ancient artefact that was stolen from The Imperials. It is said that anyone human being who consumes the [NAME PENDING] will obtain super-human like power. What those abilities specifically are, however, were a mystery.

I was shocked. Was it the [NAME PENDING]? It was known as a myth, but I never knew it existed. He wanted to give it to me. I didn't bother asking why, I just wanted it but then a thought crossed my mind. I am going to help the ones who put us all here in this position? If it wasn't for the attack on the alien's planet, none of this would have happened.

But then I started to think about the innocent lives here lost from the battle that recently happened. The home and the world I lost. If I refused the offer, what good would that do to my people? It is not like it would magically make The Imperials no longer hate us and fix the world. If anything, it just gives the ones who destroyed my home another advantage. So, I accepted it.

I consumed the orbit and I felt every single part of my body feel relaxed and stronger. I could feel every single pain I endured from the battle removed before I flew up into the skies and above Earth. Just as I arrived, The Imperials left. I didn't bother going after them for fear they may return to Earth again and eradicate it. We were nowhere near prepared for another attack, anyway.

I'm not 100% certain, but I've seen a giant machine that was hurtling towards Earth centuries ago. I saw it crash into Jupiter's Moon before Jupiter itself. I am aware you guys know it exists, but my point is there is a chance that the machine originated from The Imperials. Or at least, someone who knows them.

Dr. Williams: Do you know the origins of the machine?

SCP-X-A: No, but it is possible it came from The Imperials. Or at least, someone who knows them. I don't know how, but The Imperials maybe now aware of our existence. They didn't send us to extinction like they thought they did. It failed so someone was either it's or went in their free will to assist the destroyer or finish the job. They haven't sent in their full force. I do not know why but since the people did not attack that outside of Earth, it may be because we are not an external threat.

Dr. Williams: And what would happen if the full force of The Imperials came?

SCP-X-A: It would be the end of us. We are not technologically prepared for the attack. Not like the one centuries ago.

Dr. Williams: I… I see. Will you be able to do hold the machine off? How much time left until you give out?

SCP-X-A: I do not know. I'm not sure if there even is a limit for how long I can obtain this power. What I do know, however, is that you should not worry. I promise you, I will be able to keep this parasite from destroying our home. I have proven you that many times and I will do it again.

Oh, and don't go around "colonizing" other planets, either.

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END LOG

Notes: Following this, all personal involved in the Communication-Log we're administered Class-A amnestics. All information gathered from the Log have been kept in this addendum and away from the main document.

Addendum XXXX.2: Decrypted files

[CLASSIFIED OVERSEERS - EYES-ONLY]

On 10/9/2004, during a routine inspection at SCP-2000, personnel discovered two encrypted files hidden with the DEEPWELL servers. Below contains contents recovered from the now decrypted files:

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FILE 1#

ID#: 623894-018 "The Imperials"

Status: Active

Threat Level: Black

Analysis of Activity: "The Imperials" appear to be mostly active in they're new planetary home, referred to as HZ-52983 "Mozar", with minimal travel to other planetary bodies inhabited by other alliances, with the most common motive being supply pickups.

It is unknown how "The Imperials" successfully grew more advanced and populated with a short period of time. What is known however is they appear to posses weaponry and forces that have been responsible for numerous casualties and provisional bases located outside of Earth, including Earth itself, though defense forces were successful to repel them. Despite this, repair damages, weapon improvements, and death compensations have been a constant financial issue for the Galactic Nations since the formation of the group. Efforts to neutralize this threat is ongoing, though caution is to be taken.

Group Description: "The Imperials" is a military force run by a Hipotayous Maspur (A specific breed of "Aliens"). It was formed in the year 245,741 when the Division-K was tasked with colonizing a NE-17431 "Tilo" for resources and human expansion. This colonization attempt costed the lives of several thousands of Hipotayous Maspur species, with most being neutralized or in human captivity. Only a few successfully retreated to "Mozar".

Since then, "The Imperials", as what the Hipotayous Maspur refer to they're military force, has been increasing exponentially, with assistance from other alliances and the primary being to send Human Civilization to extinction. They are highly sapient with more advanced equipment being discovered every month.

Neutralization of "The Imperials" and its leaders is considered a high-level priority.

This file has been last updated since 483,538 years ago.

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FILE 2#

This is Director Davis and I'm currently housed at Facility-000 with the rest of the survivors. To anyone who hears this; do not go outside. The Imperials has destroyed a majority of the landscape and most facilities and bases are currently offline. They don't care who you are, weather your a child or an adult, they'll kill you the minute they see you.

If you do have to go outside, please try minimize as much distance and obtain as much cover from the sky as you can. Wear any cloaking equipment if available, stock up on food, water and medical supplies.

My deepest apologies, men. Humanity has failed.

Rewrite of addendum xxxx.3

[CLASSIFIED OVERSEERS - EYES-ONLY]

On 04/12/2004, O5-5 received the following message on her Foundation given smartphone.

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Dr. Williams: Good day, Elizabeth.

SCP-X-A: Good morning, Williams. I know what you're going to discuss with me.

Dr. Williams: About what?

SCP-X-A: You were going to question my authenticity about a "giant asteroid" that was headed towards Earth centuries ago and most of humanity left. My story, however, does not contribute to a military force called "The Imperials" or a man telling others about a distraught planet.

Dr. Williams: Ho- how, did you know?

SCP-X-A: Have you forgotten about my ability to see everything around me?

Dr. Williams: Oh, yes, I have. I apologize for that. So, why did you lie to us?

SCP-X-A: To ensure you don't go after "The Imperials" after what they had done to our planet or make the same mistake centuries ago. To ensure you don't try and go after the thing that has made me become what I am today.

Dr. Williams: Elizabeth, we can barely travel to Mars. What makes you think we can accomplish fighting against an alien force?

SCP-X-A: I do not know. All I know is that there is a chance that one day you will make the same mistake as our ancestors did centuries ago. I cannot let that happen.

Dr. Williams: I understand, but since we are now discussing about this, will you at the very least tell us the full story of what happened?

There is silence as SCP-X-A ignores Dr. William's request

Dr. Williams: Elizabeth, I know what your trying to accomplish and I understand that, but I can assure you the Foundation will not go after "The Imperials" described in the file unless they are once again provocative. The Foundation is dedicated to protecting humanity, not destroying aliens.

More silence

SCP-X-A: I was born on Earth a long, long time ago. In a world far more advanced than the current day. My only parent was my mother. She, she never told me about what happened to my father. When I was just 7, my mother hooked me up with a military group called the "Galactic Nations", a group run by multiple countries where they defend Earth and attack other planets for war. They accept anyone who wants to join them, including children. I didn't go to school at all or live a life like the rest of the children. I've trained and trained every single day.

Not once did I felt motivated from joining them. I wanted to quit, but I couldn't do it without parental consent. My mother was no better, either. When I get home from training, they would teach me more about our enemy's strengths, weaknesses and history, every single day. I felt defeated. I didn't feel like I was being raised by my parents, either. They were more like… An "extra general"? Perhaps.

Dr. Williams: And why did she send you there?

There is a pause

SCP-X-A: I asked my mother why she would do this. She told me it was to help "serve my country". She numerously told me stories about her time in the Galactic Nations before retiring to look after me.

I didn't believe her. I had thoughts, theories of why but they just never clicked. Then one day I was talking about my mother with one of my friends in the cafeteria. She told me my mother was involved in an attack that killed a majority of her comrades. She was badly wounded with a missing left arm. Luckily, she was one of the very few to be evacuated. One of the soldiers found her and dragged her away to one of the ships retreating. She received a bionic hand shortly after.

That's when I realized why mother sent me to the military; as a method of getting revenge on The Imperials for what happened to her. I never discussed this topic with her because I knew there was going to be trouble.

Somehow, I managed to become a worthy soldier for them; however, I was only positioned around Earth's orbit as a defense from other rivals. Earth had many foes, but the biggest one is an alien force called " The Imperials". They have a burning hatred against humanity and had often come to exterminate us all. Then that day came. Ships from The Imperials were attacking us and headed towards Earth. We stood our ground and prepared for battle. The next part…

There is a pause for a few seconds as SCP-X-A places its hand onto its head before lowering it

I'm, I'm sorry, I'm still traumatized about that incident. Every time I think about the incident, I still get shivers down my spine.

We lost, they were too strong. Our ship crashed landed near a mountain and only a few of us survived. We retreated to an underground facility underneath it. Other military officers and civilians were in there, too.

Dr. Williams: What did you do in the facility?

SCP-X-A: I couldn't do anything. Everyone was dying outside, cities were being burned, and I hiding in there like a useless coward. I wished it would all go away. All this battle, war, killing; gone. Then I thought about my mother and where she is. Even after all the things she put through when I was a kid… I still couldn't help, but care for her.

After weeks of hiding, the Imperials left. I guess they figured most of humanity was dead. We were still alive in that facility. I know it was dumb and suicidal of me to do this, but… I decided to leave the facility to find my mother. Don't worry, the facility came equipped with highly resistant suits against threats.

Dr. Williams: Did anyone try to stop you? Did they go with you?

SCP-X-A: No, the officers tried to stop me. They didn't want to come, either. They were too afraid I told them to let me go because the only things they're going to lose is a woman and suit. Eventually, they gave up and let me leave the place.

The city around me was fucked. Buildings made of rumble, corpses across the fields and streets littered with destroyed military equipment. It didn't surprise me at all as I expected it. I ran back to my home and she was gone. Her lifeless body was buried underneath rebar and rumble. I knew she was gone, yet I pulled her out of there. As expected; she was gone.

Dr. Williams: I, I am sorry about your loss.

SCP-X-A: It's okay, I should've been with her when it happened. I created a grave and buried her. If she was going to die, at least I want her to rest peacefully. I walked around the deserted world of was once my home. I searched for more survivors, anyone who could be alive. As I was walking around the streets of a city, I came across someone I wasn't expecting. A familiar face. The Director of the Galactic Nations, Director Davis Wilson. I asked him how was he alive and he told me whilst his base was under fire. He and the other officers managed to escape by an underground train. From there, they travelled to the facility beneath Yellowstone. He told me it's been activated.

Dr. Williams: I apologize for interrupting, but what has been "activated" in the facility?

SCP-X-A: Davis never specified, but I believe he's referring to the part where it is… How do I say this? Cloning humans? Creating them? I know it sounds absurd, but the goal of the facility was to be humanity's final failsafe. That is also the reason why it's underground; to make it more difficult for it to be destroyed.

Dr. Williams: Oh my god…

SCP-X-A: Is there something bothering you?

Dr. Williams can be heard discussing with several doctors with the microphone muffled

Dr. Williams: I'm sorry about that, please, continue.

SCP-X-A: I asked Davis what he was doing out there. He told me it was the same reason as anyone else would: To search for survivors. He then told me to come with him back to the facility. I asked him why and he responded, "You know the lowest sub-section where only those with the highest clearance can enter? I am taking you there." And so, we went and arrived at Sub-Section 3 of the facility. He verified the multiple verification codes and entered them. As we walked further, I discovered a white glowing orb-like material in there.

Dr. Williams: What was it called?

SCP-X-A: He told me it was the [NAME PENDING], an ancient artefact that was stolen from The Imperials. It is said that anyone human being who consumes the [NAME PENDING] will obtain super-human like power. What those abilities specifically are, however, were a mystery.

I was shocked. Was it the [NAME PENDING]? It was known as a myth, but I never knew it existed. He wanted to give it to me. I didn't bother asking why, I just wanted it but then a thought crossed my mind. I am going to help the ones who put us all here in this position? If it wasn't for the attack on the alien's planet, none of this would have happened.

But then I started to think about the innocent lives here lost from the battle that recently happened. The home and the world I lost. If I refused the offer, what good would that do to my people? It is not like it would magically make The Imperials no longer hate us and fix the world. If anything, it just gives the ones who destroyed my home another advantage. So, I accepted it.

I consumed the orbit and I felt every single part of my body feel relaxed and stronger. I could feel every single pain I endured from the battle removed before I flew up into the skies and above Earth. Just as I arrived, The Imperials left. I didn't bother going after them for fear they may return to Earth again and eradicate it. We were nowhere near prepared for another attack, anyway.

I'm not 100% certain, but I've seen a giant machine that was hurtling towards Earth centuries ago. I saw it crash into Jupiter's Moon before Jupiter itself. I am aware you guys know it exists, but my point is there is a chance that the machine originated from The Imperials. Or at least, someone who knows them.

Dr. Williams: Do you know the origins of the machine?

SCP-X-A: No, but it is possible it came from The Imperials. Or at least, someone who knows them. I don't know how, but The Imperials maybe now aware of our existence. They didn't send us to extinction like they thought they did. It failed so someone was either it's or went in their free will to assist the destroyer or finish the job. They haven't sent in their full force. I do not know why but since the people did not attack that outside of Earth, it may be because we are not an external threat.

Dr. Williams: And what would happen if the full force of The Imperials came?

SCP-X-A: It would be the end of us. We are not technologically prepared for the attack. Not like the one centuries ago.

Dr. Williams: I… I see. Will you be able to do hold the machine off? How much time left until you give out?

SCP-X-A: I do not know. I'm not sure if there even is a limit for how long I can obtain this power. What I do know, however, is that you should not worry. I promise you, I will be able to keep this parasite from destroying our home. I have proven you that many times and I will do it again.

Oh, and don't go around "colonizing" other planets, either.

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DATE: 08 Apr 2021 00:07

SPC-5436-A instance captured during Exploration Log-01

Item #: SCP-5436

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5436 is contained in a standard item storage unit in Site-17. Readings of SCP are only allowed during experiments, and no photos may be taken. Only personnel with positive feelings in regard to exact sciences may handle SCP-5436 unless otherwise specified for an experiment. Access to SCP-5436’s file is restricted under a Level 2 security clearance, and every test needs to be authorized by the project’s Head Researcher, currently Elisa Borges.

Experimentation with SCP-5436-A and SCP-5436-B is to be conducted in a standard medium security testing chamber. Test personnel must include at least two armed guards and one researcher skilled in mathematics, engineering, or physics. No D-class personnel are allowed to enter SCP-5436 regardless of their background. All researchers chosen to enter SCP-5436-1 must be strongly invested on their current projects and be highly loyalty to their work and to the Foundation.

Any non-Foundation personnel that come in contact with SCP-5436-A or SCP-5436-B are to be administered amnestics and released. All objects affected by SCP-5436 must be apprehended by the Foundation to be stabilized and later returned to where their place of apprehension. Stabilization procedures are comprised of exposing the affected book to subjects with positive feelings towards exact sciences until SCP-5436-A instances stop exiting SCP-5436-1.

Every person seen exiting SCP-5436-1 is to be given amnestic treatment and released as close as their last location as possible.

Basic supplies containing noodles, grain, fruits, vegetables, and water for ██ people are to be delivered to SCP-5436-2 monthly.

Description: SCP-5436 is a one-hundred-page college textbook titled “Advanced Guide to Multi-Variable Calculus and Four-dimensional Geometry.” written by Rosalind Hunter and Amalia Dubois. SCP-5436 is the only entrance to SCP-5436-1 that will not be neutralized by the already described stabilization procedures. Written contents do not deviate from its non-anomalous counterparts. Handling and reading it in a relaxed state will also cause no anomalous effects.

SCP-5436 can affect mathematics, physics, chemistry, and engineering textbooks. It will open an entrance to SCP-5436-1, from which SCP-5436-A instances and SCP-5436-B will exit. SCP-5436 can detect a person’s negative emotions and overall thoughts about the textbook’s subject. If it determines that the subject is interested in the above-mentioned topics and that they are struggling, suffering, or overall stressed with their work, SCP-5436-A instances and SCP-5436-B will materialize on the subject’s immediate vicinity.

SCP-5436-A instances are aggressive entities that originate from SCP-5436-1. SCP-5436-A’s size varies between 10cm to 5m, and they are most commonly found on the 40cm and 1m range. Usually, one to three instances exit SCP-5436-1 per reader. SCP-5436-A’s instance appearances vary widely. Studied specimens resembled big cats, cartilaginous fish, plants, and diverse types of beasts, such as dragons and gryphons. An entity’s aggressiveness has been observed to be directly related to its size and form: while an SCP-5436-A instance that resembles a rose will be mostly harmless, the same cannot be said for a dragon-like entity. SCP-5436-A’s appearance will depend on SCP-5436’s readers amount of distress. The more stressed the reader, the more dangerous is the SCP-5436-A entity.

After exiting SCP-5436, SCP-5436-A instances will attack the subject violently until they are subdued by physical force. If the subject is unable to subdue the entity, SCP-5436-A will drag it into SCP-5436-1. When subdued, SCP-5436-A will turn into a paper folding of the original creature that, when opened, contains exercises related to the textbook it originated from. When the problem is correctly solved, SCP-5436-A’s paper folding will reanimate and act with docility, from this point on, they are considered tamed. If the subject cannot solve the questions contained in SCP-5436-A, a swarm of dragonfly-like paper pieces will come out from SCP-5436 and drag the subject into SCP-5436-1. Accounts describe the process as disorienting, but in no way harmful.

SCP-5436-B is a middle-aged humanoid entity that exits SCP-5436 after SCP-5436-A instances are physically subdued. It claims to be SCP-5436-1’s first resident and only professor, responsible for his students’ learning and well-being. It will aid with SCP-5436-A’s solving, if requested, but will not interfere if subject fails. SCP-5436-B is SCP-5436-1’s maximum authority. It is responsible for the division of tasks between SCP-5436-1’s residents, for keeping the food stocks supplied, and for teaching and helping his students with solving SCP-5436-A’s contents. During Interview-01, SCP-5436-B claimed to be Professor Nicola Wegner of ██████ University. It claimed to have been writing its Ph.D. thesis on the graphical representation of four-dimensional functions when it entered SCP-5436-1, and that it owned its thesis success to all the work it did whilst in SCP-5436-1. SCP-5436-B can be summoned by asking it for help through SCP-5436. The professor will then exit the book unaccompanied. After learning about the problem’s nature, SCP-5436-B will discuss a price for a solution with its summoner. Every request will invariably involve entering SCP-5436-1. The professor’s request include but are not limited to:

- Cooking a meal.

- Organizing the library’s books.

- Cleaning the dishes.

- Taming and solving SCP-5436-A instances.

Experimenting with SCP-5436-B has found no anomalous traces or abilities.

SCP-5436-1 is the pocket dimension accessible through SCP-5436 and its influenced books. It consists solely of ███████ University and its adjacent facilities, such as housing, laundry, and sport courts. During SCP-5436 recovery it has been determined that SCP-5436-1 does not affect the original University and is, instead, a copy. An MTF consisting of hard sciences experts has been commissioned to explore SCP-5436-1. A total number of ███ students, as SCP-5436-B calls them, are currently living in SCP-5436-1. They were dragged into SCP-5436-1 after failing to tame the SCP-5436-A instances that attacked them. All students display a passionate interest for exact sciences and claim to be staying on SCP-5436-1 out of their own accords. Their origins and languages are diverse, and testing has shown that SCP-5436-1 possesses a language filter, that makes all the listeners hear each other’s speech in their native tongues both on real time and on recordings. This effect does not extend to written language.

Exploration Log-01:

Exploration-Log-01: Head Researcher Elisa Borges instructed subject D-78402 to read SCP-5436, solve all the exercises, redo all the demonstrations, and summarize all of its contents⁹. The task was developed to be as frustrating as possible, and subject was informed that it would not be allowed to leave the testing chambers until it was finished. Subject was provided access to rations, water, a thin mattress, and a private toilet.

It took seventy-three hours and forty-five minutes (73:45h)¹⁰ from the start of the experiment for the first SCP-5436-A entity to exit the book. The entity was similar in form to a stingray and, after it exited SCP-5436. Subject threw it to the ground, pinned it to the floor with its foot and beat the entity to submission with the room's chair. Subject fell to the ground from exhaustion and cried whist holding SCP-5436-A’s paper form. SCP-5436-B exited from the chamber’s bathroom and was surprised to see D-78402 in such a distressed state. It calmed the subject down and asked it what was wrong. D-78402 broke down and resisted Foundation’s orders for the testing. Through the chamber’s speakers, Dr. Borges explained the experiment’s procedures and expectations to SCP-5436-B, who shook its head and proposed a deal with the subject. The professor asked it if it would enter SCP-5436-1 with it and solve some SCP-5436-A’s instances in exchange for his help with the task Dr. Borges described. D-78402 was instructed to agree.

Subject was equipped with the standard communication devices, a digital camera connected to the testing chamber’s monitors, one (1) one-liter water bottle, one (1) lined notebook, one (1) calculator, one (1) ballpoint pen, and one (1) energy bar. SCP-5436-B instructed the subject to step on SCP-5436. D-78402 was able to sink down into SCP-5436’s pages as though stepping into a body of water. After entering SCP-5436 completely, the subject was instructed to turn the camera on.

Exploration Video Log Transcript

Explorer: D-78402

[BEGIN LOG]

Camera activates, audio activates. Subject stands in what was later identified to be █████████ University’s courtyard. The sky is shady and there are vines and trees near the walls. Entities visually indistinguishable from humans walk fast around the corridors with books in hand, and they seem undisturbed by D-78402’s presence. Further testing has been commissioned to determine the nature of said entities. They will for now be referred to as “students”, since that is how SCP-5436-B addresses them.

SCP-5436-B: Follow me. I’ll show you around.

Subject follows SCP-5436-B through corridors filled with students. They greet the professor cheerfully and ask it about the “newbie” it brings along. SCP-5436-B answers them in a friendly manner and explains that D-78402 was visiting the Campus’s facilities to be tested. Many students wish D-78402 good luck. The professor walks with D-78402 until they reach an ample room on the outskirts of the University’s building. It appears to be the University’s library. All four walls are covered with bookshelves, and circular tables are scattered across the floor. Students occupy most of the tables. On each of the tables there is a basket, from which the students take pieces of paper and unfold them. Many SCP-5436 entities roam the space freely, playing between themselves and with the students.

SCP-5436-B: I don’t want to give you any work you cannot finish… How good at math are you?

D-78402: I used to be a math major, actually.

SCP-5436-B seems pleased with the answer and points D-78402 over to a desk occupied by other students. On their pages are drawings of graphics, of geometric solids and figures, and many lines of problem solving. The students do not interrupt their work when they greet the subject.

SCP-5436-B: A fellow man of culture, I see. Did you get to write a thesis?

D-78402: I don’t really think my thesis is all still important.

D-78402 was instructed to inform SCP-5436-B about his works

D-78402: I used to work on the linearization of differential equations.

SCP-5436-B: That will be hard to find anything on this subject, really, problems this complex don't come here often… but we can start with some calculus, if you wish to.

SCP-5436-B handed D-78402 a basket full of inert and diverse SCP-5436-A instances. A bull-headed humanoid, a scorpion, an owl, a rose, and a dragon were visible in the basket. SCP-5436-B explains that the problems D-78402 is to solve are written inside each figurine, and that he was to unfold them, solve the problems and write the answer on the origami paper. The professor said that the figurines would come to life, and that that was normal. SCP-5436-B asks D-78402 to let him know when it is finished. Problems included:

1- Determine the derivative of f (x)=6x³−9x+4

2- Evaluate ∫ 4/(x²+5x−14) dx

3- Sketch the graph of y²/9+z²=1

Subject spent six hours emptying the basket. Subject did not eat, drink, or leave his seat. During his work, D-78402 appeared to be relaxed and intensely focused. Other students asked the subject for help with their problems and assisted D-78402 when requested. Subject was instructed not to talk more than the necessary to them. Experiments are being scheduled to confirm if D-78402’s work state was altered by any anomalous influences present in that space. After going through every problem in the basket, D-78402 turned around in search of SCP-5436-B, but the professor was already standing behind it. A paper hibiscus flower is secured behind its ear and a paper squirrel is on its coat pocket.

SCP-5436-B: Truly outstanding work, I’m pleased with your help. I'll fetch your solution, give me just one second.

The professor walked out of sight, and D-78402 was instructed to wait. A dog-like SCP-5436-A entity approached it and climbed to its lap. After three minutes, SCP-5436-B came back holding a dark cloth bag, which it handed to the subject. On its insides were clothes, hygiene products, a change of clothes, a leather-bound notebook, and a fountain pen.

D-78402: This is not a part of the deal.

SCP-5436-B: No, this is an invitation. You can go back if you wish, just step on the book and you will be at the testing chamber, but I think you can agree

D-78402: No. Please, thank you.

Dr. Borges herself told subject to “drop its bullshit”. Subject removed its communication devices. That was when the professor noticed the camera.

SCP-5436-B: Take this ugly jumper off. My students will show you our free spots. Let me just… there. Off you go.

SCP-5436-B took the camera out off D-78402 and spoke directly into it.

SCP-5436-B: An amazing experiment, I see. Torturing a fellow scientist with a subject so close to my heart. Did you get all the answers you wanted?

The professor equipped D-78402’s communication devices and left the library. From this point on, subject D-78402 is considered lost. Head Researcher Elisa Borges was given full control of communications. SCP-5436-B continued shortly after.

SCP-5436-B: If you didn’t, how many more guinea pigs will you send? You were waiting for something gory, weren’t you? Sventy-three hours reading my book. This is an affront, really, and I will take it as an offence. I bet you wished that problem had eviscerated Mathias; you didn’t even give him any weapons to fight with. Are you salty that he is free and not dead?

E. Borges: We understand your ethical concerns, and we meant no offence, but I think you can understand why your situation has sparked our interest. Would you agree to answer some of our questions, so we don't have to send anymore test subjects?

The professor laughs and turns the camera to the University’s courtyard. It is now dark and the buildings’ windows on the other side are lit. There are no students in the hallway, and the sound of distant conversations can be barely heard. It is possible to hear the professor sitting on the grass and sighing into the microphone.

SCP-5436-B: What a terrible destiny would it be to be sent here, right? The sky above my head, grass under my feet. I will answer your questions, tough. This is still my job, as a professor.

[END LOG]

Interview Log-01:

Interview Log-01: The following interview was recorded through the camera equipped by D-78402 during Exploration Log-01. SCP-5436-B positioned the camera in its office, and Head Researcher Elisa Borges stayed in the monitoring room.

[Begin Log]

Dr. Borges: Thank you for accepting our offer. Can you begin by stating your full name?

SCP-5436-B: For the records? I am Professor Nicola Wegner, owner of the book you stole.

Dr. Borges: We apologize for the unintentional insult. Can you talk more about the book and its pocket dimension?

SCP-5436-B: Do you have any idea how little this rules out?

Dr. Borges: How did you first access the place?

SCP-5436-B takes a deep swig from its mug.

SCP-5436-B: I was reading this book

Dr. Borges: “Advanced Guide to Multi-Variable Calculus and Four-dimensional Geometry”

SCP-5436-B: Yes, thank you. It was for my PhD thesis, and it wasn’t going well. I was working on the regularities of measures beyond the third dimension and all derivatives from the function contained at least four variables, and I could not get rid of them to plot the function on a three-dimensional space. It was a nightmare! I tried transposing the plane matrices, taking another derivative of the function, but that would imply the loss of an important variable which I could simply not afford. I tried to arbitrarily determine the variable, but doing that would lead to significant variations from my results, and…

Dr. Borges: Please do not get sidetracked, professor.

SCP-5436-B: Yes, I am sorry. I was reading that book, and it was really late at night. I was so tired I knew that I would not take the train back to my place, so I accepted I was going to sleep in the library. When I saw an origami between the pages of my book, I was sure I went mad, but when I touched it, it came to life. It attacked me, until now I can’t really describe what it is, but it had feathery wings, and claws that tore my arms. I still have the scars. Do you want to see them?

Dr. Borges: No.

SCP-5436-B: Good enough. It threw me to the ground, and the next thing I know is that I was being dragged into the book by a swarm of paper.

SCP-5436-B took another sip from its mug and laughed.

SCP-5436-B: Dragged into the book. Am I even listening to myself? It is completely illogical. My mandatory physics class made it very clear that matter cannot occupy the same space as matter at the same time, and that time is better measured by the speed of light, than by the ticking of the clock that was on my wrist, but I entered the book. I came out the other way in the same library I was sleeping in, but the creature was still there. I threw my papers at it and I ran to the basement. There were some broken pipes there, and I could listen to the thing getting closer, so I just held it as tight as I could and kept on holding into it as the creature charged into me. Somehow, I know it meant no harm. Does that make sense?

After a moment of silence, Dr. Borges responded.

Dr. Borges: It does. Please go on.

SCP-5436-B: But it charged into me, and it got impaled on that broken, rusty pipe. I watched it contorting into a beautiful origami creature. But it was suffering, and I could not allow a creature of such beauty to suffer. It asked me to unfold it, which I did. Inside it were equations like the ones I was solving, but they were easier, it was as if they were preparing me for my work.

Dr. Borges: Were those the same creatures solved by D-78402?

SCP-5436-B: By who?

Dr. Borges: The D-class subject you took in.

SCP-5436-B: By who?

Dr. Borges: Mathias Lorenz.

SCP-5436-B: I see. No, it is all very personal, very intimate. He probably got some questions on problems he was struggling with; I didn’t check, I just needed the basket to be done.

Dr. Borges: Why?

SCP-5436-B: Those creatures are such sweethearts after you tame them, but they first need to be tamed. Since the University’s population has started to increase, all kinds of monsters have been attacking the building. We rotate taming and capturing cycles to keep things working there, because if we don’t, the creatures would become unmanageable. Last month a lady got stung by a scorpion. It was really hard to deal with the poison.

Dr. Borges: Can you explain where they come from?

SCP-5436-B: On the University, they just appear, they walk in from the fields. We don’t know how they came to be, or how they are created, they just are, and we deal with them.

Dr. Borges: Talk more about the other residents. Who are they? Where did they come from? Can they leave?

SCP-5436-B: Calm down, Miss Borges, I’m not leaving anytime soon. They are math enthusiasts, some from high school, some from college, some professors, most of them workers who spared all free time for their passion. They come from all over the globe, they told me, by the same way I came. And of course, they can leave anytime they want, we are not a prison, we are a school. Still, we are struggling because too many people quitted. Their problems don’t disappear, and they become our problems.

Dr. Borges: From all over the world, you say? How do you communicate?

SCP-5436-B: We talk?

Dr. Borges: Language wise.

SCP-5436-B: In English?

Dr. Borges: So, every math enthusiast from around the world speaks English?

SCP-5436-B sits back on its chair and scratches its head.

SCP-5436-B: Listen, I've been fighting origami math problems for a while now. Don't blame me for forgetting that language exists.

Experiments were commissioned to understand SCP-5436's effects on communication.

Dr. Borges: Going back to the students. Why do they choose to stay?

SCP-5436-B: I am sure you would take any help you could take for a hard work, say, a test, a challenge, a PhD thesis. Besides, I tested this myself, I’m practically a scientist, just like you want to be, time runs on different planes here and there. That gives my students almost limitless time to finish their assignments.

Dr. Borges: Why do you call them your students?

SCP-5436-B: Because I teach them, I help them, and I watch them go. Just like I help anyone that calls.

Dr. Borges: Why haven’t you left yet?

SCP-5436-B: This place helped me, I’m in debt. There is still a lot of work to be done.

Dr. Borges: Can other students be summoned the same way you are?

SCP-5436-B: Are any other students professors? I am the one that answers the requests; the others have more work to do.

Dr. Borges: I understand that we have not met each other on the best of terms, but I hope we can get along. We want to understand you and your world better, and interviews are not enough for this. Would you agree with more ethical experiments? Say, welcoming one of our researchers into the University as one of your students, for example?

SCP-5436-B: As I said, I have no control over who comes in and out of here, and if you ask for my help, I will come. I am a professor, I won’t judge you, but what you did to Mathias… I can’t say I understand. My wish is that you never do this again, I will welcome your personnel, but my class is a safe space, and your consciousness is up to you.

Dr. Borges: I see. Those were all the questions we had for you right now. We will allow you to keep the camera and the communication devices in case you want to get in contact with us.

SCP-5436-B: I doubt it will be necessary, but I appreciate the gesture.

[END LOG]

Closing Statement: Because of the high possibility of escape, no more D-class personnel were sent into SCP-5436-1. Head Research decided to test SCP-5436-A's appearance patterns and SCP-5436-B's problem-solving capabilities further using Foundation researchers as readers for SCP-5436 and guards to help tame SCP-5436 instances.

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