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> Welcome O5-6,

> YOU HAVE ONE FILE PENDING REVIEW. ACCESS FILE

yes

> ACCESSING…

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SCP-XXXX.

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Assigned Site	Site Director	Research Head	Assigned Departments
Site-01	O5-1	N/A	Office of the Overseer Council

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Heinz Gaufrid Klossner (right) alongside an unidentified individual during an expedition to Tibet.

Special Containment Procedures:

Description: SCP-XXXX are the abandoned ruins of the Klossner Palace, the ancestral home of the Klossner Family¹. The structure was constructed in 1519 by Louis X², and purchased by Poldie Klossner in 1866. Poldie used the building as a living space until his death in 1910, where ownership was passed to his son and prominent occultist, Heinz Gaufrid Klossner.

SCP-XXXX appears to have been rapidly abandoned, with large sections being damaged prior to its abandonment. Several hundred human corpses³ are located within the structure, mostly strewn throughout the main lobby and ballroom. Autopsies have uniformly determines the cause of death as immense compressive forces. Out of the 117 identified corpses, 83 belonged to members of the German or Austrian Aristocracy, and 34 belonged to staff and servants working at the establishment.

SCP-XXXX extends at indeterminate length into the ground, with 996 floors discovered. Despite Historical records suggesting that these floors were not present within the structure until 1942, several modern computing and mechanical components are present.

SCP-XXXX-▽ is an hybrid amphibian/reptile⁴ 7 metres long, dark blue in pigmentation, with several bioluminescent spots across its back. SCP-XXXX-▽ is a hexapod, and, despite its size, can locomote silently. The entity usually resides within the 707th-734th sublevel of SCP-XXXX, though it will periodically move to higher levels.

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Addendum XXXX.1 - Related Historical Records

Transcript #1 - 27th February 1920

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Forward: Heinz Gaufried Klossner (referred to by his title "O5-7" in this transcript) was interviewed by O5-4⁵ during an investigation into Foundation Front organisations. The interview occurred in the Hofbräuhaus am Platzl, a beer hall in Munich.

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<BEGIN LOG>

[O5-7, Markus Bergmann⁶ and Zelda Bergmann⁷ are seen sitting at the bar. They converse for a moment, before a waitress (Ottila Stumpf) greets them. The conversation starts in German.⁸]

O. Stumpf: Ah … sir - busy day, busy day. Are you ready to order?

[O5-7 pauses]

O5-7: Hmmm … I'll have the Märzenbier, please - and … Markus? Zelda?

M. Bergmann: Us too. Three glasses of Märzenbier, please.

Z. Bergmann: Ah … not for me, thanks. I like beer, beer doesn't like me.

[All three laugh]

O5-7: Two classes, then.

[O5-4 enters, placing an umbrella at the door, and strolling to sit next to O5-7]

O5-4: Three glasses! One for me, One for the fine gentlemen beside me, and One for Mister … Bergmann, I suppose?

M. Bergmann: Ahhh … correct! You know, I have never been recognised by a stranger - do I know you? I recognise your face.

O5-4: Ahh, no … I'm not really a recognisable character in your circles. Heinz here has told me alot about you - I recognise you from a picture he showed me.

[Bergmann nods to Stumpf, who moves from the table.]

M. Bergmann: A journalist, then? I'm curious, where do I know you from?

Z. Bergmann: Oh oh! Are you the french actor from Ein Test der Führung?⁹ You must have played … er … oh yes! You played the part of Napoleon the third, no?

O5-4: Alas, no. I work as an editor for the Klossner Nachrichtengesellschaft. I suppose I just happen to resemble the man. I wanted to be an actor in my early days, though.

Z. Bergmann: I see. What brings you here?

O5-4: I have a few, er… confidential arrangements to discuss with Heinz here. Of no interest to you, even if you could know about it - just some looking over some old documents, sorting out budgeting, the like …

[O5-7 opens his mouth to speak, but O5-4 puts their hand up to stop him. He calls over Stumpf, who has returned with 3 pints of beer.]

O5-4: [To stumpf] Now if I may, is there a more private space to drink and chat? As lovely as this bar is I dont want to risk being overheard.

O. Stumpf: Of course sir, we have a space on the third floor which you could use. Follow me.

O5-4: That should do. [To O5-7] I apologise for interrupting, by the way. I'm sure you can chat with these folks later on.

Footnotes

1. The Klossner family is a German family that rose to prominence through Lord Poldie Klossner, who established a business in printing and media in 1863, which expanded into a media empire.

2. The Duke of Bavaria from 1516 to 1545.

3. 996 distinct bodies have been recovered from the structure

4. Most closely resembling a Varanus rosenbergi with the head of a Ranoidea aurea

5. O5-4's name has been expunged, as they are currently active within the foundation.

6. A wealthy German Industrialist

7. The wife of Markus Bergmann//

8. All text has been translated to english.

9. The German title for the French Film Un test de leadership (A Test of Leadership)

10. Housefly

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DATE: 07 Feb 2021 22:45

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I hated today.

It felt like I walked funny this morning, maybe because of the music I was listening to, or maybe it was just me. Or perhaps, I smelled like two bottles of soju and burnt dried octopus from last night, and I didn't have the brains to sweep the hangover to the back of my head.

I don't know… everyone seemed to keep their distance, or maybe it was just all about social distancing, especially ever since the recent rise in cases for the past three days. The Metro was bursting at the seams as always, with mobs of old businessmen who reek of aged cologne, rowdy seat-hogging middle schoolers, incessantly crying toddlers and the occasional freak like me:

A middle-aged white-collared worker who lives off of government subsidies and barely scraping the money pile in my job as an auditor for Yangpyeong Cargo Holdings, probably one of the most overrated workplaces because of the feverish 10-minute commercial advertisement runs in between news broadcasts and your daily soap opera.

Reality can often be disappointing, and this sludge of a thing called a "career" helped prove that point a million times over. You can envision the run-of-the-mill office, with endless rows of grey, musty cubicles, the constant faint buzz of the overhead fluorescent lights, a cacophony of rings, frustrated grunts, and the seldom muffled shouts behind the CEO room. We aren't allowed to work from home and our paycheck was slashed.

You can tell I look "professional" with a soaked back, flushed face and jumpy tendency to anyone with a red company ID hung around their necks along with the word:

EXECUTIVE

in big black print below their grumpy face portraits. Nearly every meeting, I would get long stares from the coworkers as I trudge into the conference room, as I repeatedly bow and utter "I'm so sorry".

This time, miraculously, I had some time to go down to the building cafe to get cups of coffee — coming alone with their own cup of coffee is a definite way to get left out of company lunch sessions. Walking into the room, I tripped on a chair leg and faceplanted onto the floor, spilling all the coffee. I don't even know anymore. I got up, frantically looked at everyone in the room and ran out with teary eyes.

I haven't heard from the boss or any of my coworkers yet. I can't lose this job. I don't want to be a disappointment to my parents. I got to be better.

I can't lose it. I need to be better at this.

*

Something felt different.

New intern joined the company today — maybe there is something wrong with me, like I'm a creep, or someone who needs to be locked up. I don't know — the manager called us to attention and rambled on about a decision to increase their intake of interns "in a time of uncertainty" before he called out in the direction of an unused conference room.

The door opened, and she appeared, giving nervous glances at every face in the room before looking down onto the carpeted floor behind her hazelnut brown bangs. She gathered her unusually pale hands in between her silk-white blouse and jet black skirt, and shuffled to the manager's side in her high heels. As he continued his rambling for her, I couldn't help but feel that we both made more than ten instances of awkward eye contact in the past three minutes; each time, she would flinch and her line of sight would switch between the water cooler on her right, the floor, and the lone vase of made-in-China tulips on the left, all the while her face would glow red with a slight grin.

Was I staring? Am I a creep? Was there something in my teeth? Was it the stray chili flake wedged between my teeth after gobbling down so much of the side dishes at the pork stew eatery? Were the spectacles crooked? Were my hands instinctively making weird gestures or shaking at the side? My inner voice keeps telling myself to shut the hell up — that having those thoughts would make me look even goofier.

No, I need to keep reminding myself.

I need to be better. Focus on the job. The job. Parents. Money. Remember: you're a selfish idiot who could barely sustain yourself and your family, who worked so hard to raise you. Stand the hell up for yourself and work.

Put it away.

*

29/03/2020

Need to mark this date.

The day when — I think — someone actually noticed me and started to converse so freely with me. Me. A loner who wouldn't dare butt in into office politics and gossip, sit with coworkers during lunchtimes, have quick five-minute meals with cup noodles in the lounge room before dashing back to the office, get the occasional word of advice from the neighbor next cubicle, and rest my tired arms on a shoulder.

The intern was assigned a seat next to me when she was hired, and moved most of her stuff to the desk. God, I felt so much of a creep, so I couldn't help but sneak a few glances at some of her belongings: lots of photo frames depicting herself in various seasonal outfits, family dinners, her pet dog, yadda yadda. Soon, the mundane, white glossy desk was overwhelmed with a flurry of colors; a brown cotton pencil case decorated with tiny plastic accessories, file covers taken up by cursive handwritten motivational phrases each with a different color, and so much more. Sort of puzzling that none of the higher-ups told her off about her choice of colors.

She got settled in pretty quickly and got to work. Though, from then on, I felt several glances from her. I was really bad at trying to ignore such behavior and unintentionally eyed her back. We both flinched with a brief look of surprise and apologized to each other at the exact same time. We chuckled, albeit quietly in consideration of our surroundings, and began to talk.

It was slow. We started off with several stammers, stumbling in between sentences, mispronouncing each other's names, but it was still, a start. We would smile at the childishly adventurous endeavors and tell each other embarrassing stories. When we soon ran out of words to supply the conversation, we mouthed a quick "it was nice meeting you" before turning our attention to work.

For the past few days, I've tried to ignore it. That fuzzy feeling. I don't know when it started, but it grew and spread. Typing on the keyboard never felt this… uncomfortable. Cold. Hard. Averting my gaze towards the monitor, it felt… somewhat… too bright. It was a feeling that was alien; a sharp sensation that shot up from my chest to my head, and down to my feet, only to immediately blend smoothly into a gentle wave of sun rays hitting my entire body.

Now, I feel… better, physically. It has been a long time to have warmth back, after years of having cold hands and feet. Never needed to put my jacket on as frequently as before in the harsh winter days of January.

God damn it. Why am I feeling this? Why do I hate this warmth? Even when it feels so good?

*

I don't know why she keeps hanging around with me. Why? What about me was that attractive? What does she want? Am I going to be exploited? Is this some prank that I'm not catching on? Am I going to look stupid for smiling like an idiot? Does she secretly hate me under that smile of hers? Does my breath smell? Is my face ugly?

*

She has been tagging me around for quite a while now. We go for lunch together, where she would often stop me from eating, worried that I was overeating for some time now. Ha, lost five kilos in a month! I did tell her about my horrible vision, so she brought me lenses to use in place of spectacles.

We would also slog our way back home through the Metro after overtime. My heart somewhat… aches only a slight bit every time I alight the Metro car, and I turn around to wave solemnly towards her. Without fail, her cheekbones will rise under the mask and the eyes slope upwards, before she waves back.

Her scent was dangerously alluring. Smelled like peaches. God, why am I like this? Stop, stop, stop.

What did I come here to do? Here to work. But… why — why her?

*

I can't think properly right now.

After each parting, I stay on the train platform longer, just to wave goodbye to her, keep her in my line of sight for at least, a few more seconds before the blurry mirage of accelerating Metro cars obscures her form.

Every time,

I long for her scent. I long for her smile, even under the mask. I long for the conversations we have between us. I don't know anymore — I need to be useful and help the ones I hold dearest, but it feels like the path in front of me is… getting murkier by the second.

*

I tried avoiding her.

But she just wouldn't give up. She would continue to tag along, often grabbing onto my arm one time when I kept leaving my seat to work at a different spot. She had this… look, a look that implied irritation, yet severe concern.

Her eyes were brimming with tears.

Softening, I didn't brush her bony hand away this time. I stayed, and listened to her spill her worries as she struggled to maintain her posture, producing quiet sniffles under her breath. I instinctively held onto her arms, and she looked up. Faced with such pale beauty, I felt that same fuzzy feeling, this time, it was gushing into each seam in between the fabric of my existence, almost overflowing.

My eyes widened as I felt my head spin and overheat. My joints began to ache; I don't know if it was from the diet or the dizziness. Ironic — I'm the one collapsing under my own weight. Using whatever spurt of energy left in myself, I collected my thoughts and gritted my teeth. Giving a sharp exhale and several constrained groans, I composed myself, struggling to regain my breathing.

What am I doing? What do I do?

With fluttering, teary eyes, she attempted to bring me into an embrace, which I promptly rejected by lightly pushing her away. I mutter to her to meet after work, and turned to leave the room.

I swear I heard a giggle behind me, but it didn't sound like her.

*

I met her on the Hangang Bridge, which was bustling with activity; lorries, limousines, common cars, and motorcycles sped past into the distant cityline of the capital, peppered with hundreds of minuscule, shimmering white and red dots, fading in and out constantly.

The chilly night winds and the occasional soft crashes of the river water against the bridge drowned out the sounds of the hustle and bustle on the roadlanes. The faint, milky shine of the Moon reflected against the waters and the glint of her tired eyes. With a look of remorse for the previous encounter, I stared down at the ground, with sweaty palms grabbing tightly onto my pants.

I found her longingly staring at the night sky, before turning to me. She removed her mask and grinned, producing two dimples on her pink cheeks, webbed with red lines as the icy wind continued to stream against her sensitive skin. I asked her why she removed it — she had a brief look of surprise, and then approached me, the scent of sweet peach growing stronger by the second.

She immediately wrapped her arms around me with such force and a degree of intimacy I haven't felt for quite a while. Slightly taken aback, I made a small squeal and nearly lost my footing. Helplessly foraging through my mind to think of a proper response, she buried her face into my chest.

I frantically looked around, assessing the current situation. She looked up with that same expression back at the office — the same, glassy-eyed look, like she wanted something.

Is… is it that? I don't know. What do I…?

I slowly removed my mask. The eyes seemed taunting, yet so alluring. With a heavy puff of air, I couldn't deny it any further. I leaned in.

I felt a spark, which quickly cascaded into electricity that rushed through my entire body as our lips locked in a neverending embrace. The feeling was growing. I felt like the warmth was being shared between us, until…

She strengthened her grip around me. And then, a piercing sensation that soon engulfed my chest and back that grew into an unending inferno.

I tried to pull away, letting out muffled yelps, while she didn't let go.

I noticed her arms were changing. The pale skin began to simmer, before liquefying into a silk-like material, penetrating through my clothes and wrapping around my body.

And then her face. She opened her eyes. I couldn't see any.

She grinned, as her features began to simmer and subsequently melt into a messy sludge of silk, enveloping my limbs, up to my face.

The last thing I heard from her was:

"Thanks for letting me in."

And all went black.

*

I wake up in the dark, musty room of mine.

Booting up the laptop, I check the time.

26/02/2020

I stare at the clockface, only to instinctively rub out my own eyes after a searing pain at the back of my eyeballs.

The words… look so blurry now.

After the pain subsides, I look down at my pale, bony hands and unnaturally long fingers, webbed with blue-black veins. I break down into sobs and moans, all the while, no tears roll down.

I grit my teeth.

I was right.

I am ugly.

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DATE: 07 Feb 2021 21:49

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5846 has been buried at a Foundation owned cemetery at Site-87 by the request of Dr. Charles Monmenle.

Description: SCP-5846 was a 54 year old Africian American male who stood at approximately 1.95 meters (or 6 foot 4 inches) in height and weighed approximately 220 pounds, although during the final stages of his disease he lost 63% of his body mass, only weighing in at 85 pounds at the time of his death. Before experiencing rapid hair loss, SCP-5846 had thinning grey hair and a large, well trimmed greying beard. SCP-5846 also had several ritualistic tattoos all over his body, especially around the torso, upper back, and neck regions. His tattoos depicted various symbols, the most common among them being a wolf’s head, which SCP-5846 said was of great significance to its religion. SCP-5846 would also often speak in a yet unknown language, which was similar in dialect to French, although with some notable differences.

SCP-5846 had also insisted on wearing the same outfit he had been discovered in during his time at the Foundation, which consisted of a long purple robe of undetermined make, a large golden cloak which covered the robe, and a long, dark blue stole which was lined with gold. SCP-5846 said that the outfit was also of great significance to his religion, and that taking it off would be an insult to the Ocrane The Ocrane, based off descriptions given by SCP-5846, appear to be a collection of several god-like beings that are worshipped by the members of SCP-5846’s religion, whom according to SCP-5846 are the most powerful being in his world, making them of keen interest to the Foundation.

SCP-5846 identified himself as the High Prophet Xeael, which is the only name he would respond to when questioned by foundation staff. SCP-5846 would grow extremely angry when not referred to by this name, saying that it was a disrespect to call him anything else, as his name was given to him by the Ocrane. SCP-5846 often said that disrespecting the Ocrane would mean he would be permanently exiled, which he explained was the greatest punishment anyone could receive.

SCP-5846 suffered from a fatal anomalous disease, which up until this point had never been seen by the Foundation. The disease, although it affected SCP-5846’s entire body, primarily affected SCP-5846’s hands and certain areas of his forearm. The skin of these areas were black and shriveled, similar to that of a long deceased cadaver experiencing advanced stages of decay, which caused SCP-5846 immense pain if touched or otherwise applied pressure to. At regular intervals these areas would excrete a thick, black smoke for varying amounts of time, ranging from 30 minutes to 6 hours. During these events, classified as SCP-5846-1 events, SCP-5846 would experience varying amounts of pain that ranged from mild to extremely severe. Following one of these events SCP-5846 would always lose consciousness, and would remain unconscious for 2-3 hours.

SCP-5846 had also made many claims to be a high ranking member in the theocratic government of a country he calls Thulbouriu. SCP-5846 had given various accounts of Thulbouri, saying that it is ruled by the Ocrane, who speak their will through someone he calls the Great High Priestess. SCP-5846 also claims that he was one of the Great High Priestess’s appretiances, which meant that he was the head priest at one of the 12 churches in Thulbouri’s capital city, specifically the one dedicated to one of the Ocrane who he called Dykmos.

I request that all mentions of Xeael as SCP-5846 be immediately changed to his proper name out of respect for his beliefs and customs. It would not be difficult or troublesome to do this, so I see no reason not to respect the wishes of a former friend. -Dr. Monmenle

Your request is denied, and please from now on refer to SCP-5846 by his proper Foundation designation. We do not need to respect the requests of a dead man, even if he was your friend. Besides, all of SCP-5846’s beliefs and customs died with him. We need not trouble ourselves with them anymore. -Dr. Rodriguez

Addendum-01: SCP-5846 was discovered on ██-██-███ by local police in ███████, █████ after receiving reports of an injured man appearing out of thin air in the middle of a major highway. Upon arriving at the scene police found several local citizens surrounding SCP-5846 attempting to help him. Reports of the incident say that SCP-5846 was extremely confused and disoriented, and lashed out at the citizens, managing to severely injure at least one man and moderately injuring at least three police officers. After breaking one police officer's nose SCP-5846 began screaming loudly, many eyewitnesses describing him as being in immense physical pain, worse than many of them had ever seen before. Following this pain, an SCP-5846-1 event began, which caused mass panic among the crowd surrounding SCP-5846.

A foundation agent implemented into the police force alerted foundation forces to this, and a mobile task force was sent in to capture and contain SCP-5846, along with administering class B amnestics to all those involved in the event. SCP-5846, upon capture, was found to have several other injuries besides the affected smoking areas upon his hands and forearms, including several broken ribs, a fractured skull, and several deep cuts along his neck, wrists, and back, along with one fatal stab wound, which had to treated quickly to prevent SCP-5846 from bleeding out. Due to all this, SCP-5846 had to be rushed to a Foundation medical facility so that his injuries could be assessed and treated.

The SCP-5846-1 event ended after about 40 minutes of constant smoke excretion, following which SCP-5846 was unconscious for 72 hours. Then, on ██-██-███ SCP-xxx awoke in a panicked state, quickly attempting to escape containment. However, he quickly collapsed due to his injuries, and on-site guards quickly detained him. SCP-5846 was soon transferred to the nearest Foundation Site, Site-87, and put in a standardized containment cell, where he showed severe anger and confusion at his surroundings. SCP-5846 frequently pounded on the walls of his containment cell, shouting demands in an unknown language, which was at first thought to be some sort of localized version of french. SCP-5846 also showed extreme aggression towards guards, shouting at them in the same unknown language.

Two weeks following containment, SCP-5846 seemed to significantly calm down, resigning himself to his cell. Determining that it was now safe to be around SCP-5846, the project director, Dr. Charles Monmenle, conducted an interview with SCP-5846 in an attempt to learn more about his condition and origins. The following is a transcript of the first interview between Dr. Monmenle and SCP-5846.

Interview-01

Interviewed: SCP-5846

Interviewer: Dr. Charles Monmenle

Foreword: The following interview was conducted in french, as that was the closest existing language to the one SCP-5846 spoke in. However, due to the notable differences between our version and SCP-5846’s version of the language, certain words or phrases spoken by SCP-5846 are not currently fully understood, meaning that some of what SCP-5846 said has been only roughly translated into english, which is something researchers are asked to keep in mind when reading.

<Begin Log>

Dr. Monmenle: Hello, SCP-5846, my name is Dr. Charles Monmenle. This is the first interview in what I hope to be many with you. We have…several questions for you, if you are willing to answer them.

SCP-5846: Your…words. They are strange. Where are you from?

Dr. Monmenle: Where I am from is not the current concern. Please, SCP-xxx, we must ask you some questions.

SCP-5846: How dare you speak to me in this way? Don’t you know who I am? You may sound strange, but we speak the same tongue! You must be a Thulbourian! So you must know of your superior!

Dr. Monmenle: I’m sorry, I’m afraid I do not know what you are talking about.

SCP-5846: What do you-where am I?

Dr. Monmenle: Right, I forgot that you were not debriefed. You are in the SCP foundation. We contain anomalies, such as yourself.

SCP-5846: SCP…I’ve never heard of such a thing. What country are you working for?

Dr. Momenle: We do not work for any country, we are independent from any government.

SCP-5846: Impossible! Then who created you? No independent organization would survive in times like these!

Dr. Monmenele: SCP-5846, we are not here to discuss the foundation. You can be debriefed on where you are after the interview. For now, as I have mentioned, we have questions.

SCP-5846: Why do you keep calling me that?

** Dr. Monmenle:** I’m sorry?

SCP-5846: SCP whatever! My name is Xeael! Prophet Xeael! You are disrespecting me by calling me anything different!

Dr. Monemenle: I’m…sorry. Would you prefer me to call you Xeael?

SCP-5846: It is my name.

Dr. Monmenle: Right, of course. Anyway, SCP-I mean, Xeael, do you know how you got here?

SCP-5846: Of course not, I don’t even know where I am!

Dr. Monmenle: Ok then, can you tell me about your injuries. How did you get them? I’m especially curious about your arms. Do you know why they are like that?

SCP-5846: I will tell you no such thing, how do I even know I can trust you!

Dr. Monmenle: SCP-xx-

SCP-5846: It’s Xeael!

Dr. Monmenle: Right, sorry. Xeael, if we are going to get anywhere you need to cooperate with us. Being stubborn like this will get us nowhere.

SCP-5846: Cooperate? Why would I cooperate with people who locked me up in a prison cell? Look at me, talking with a wolf like you. It was mere days ago when I was talking with my equals, performing great deeds for the Ocrane, and now I am stuck here.

Dr. Monmenle: I’m…sorry, but you referred to me as a wolf. What do you mean by that?

SCP-5846: Do you know nothing? You may speak my tongue however strangely you do, but you are clearly not a Thulbourian, you don’t even know our basic phrases!

Dr. Monmenle: SCP-xx-Xeael, can you please answer the question.

SCP-5846: Fine, if you must know, wolves like you are people who wish to devour my people. Anyone who does not align with Thulbouriu, and thus, does not align with the Ocrane, is considered a wolf, for anyone who is not under the Ocrance wishes to destroy the Ocrane. It is the way of every enemy we encounter.

Dr. Monmenle: Xeael, trust me, the foundation is not interested in destroying the Ocrane. In fact, if you could, can you please tell me who the Ocrane are. I’m afraid I am…unaware.

*SCP-5846:** You're kidding. How do you not know of the Ocrane? Everyone knows of the Ocrane, even the filthy wolves who claim to not believe in them!

Dr. Monmenle: Xeael, please.

SCP-5846: I-fine. The Ocrane, as all know, are the only 12 beings in the entire world to reach full transcendence, rising above their physical and mental bodies to become fully pure spiritual beings. They are the most powerful beings in the world. No force can match them.

Dr. Monmenle: I…I see. I’m guessing that these beings are held in high regard where you are from. Are they some form of gods to you?

SCP-5846: Gods? I am not familiar with the concept, but I assure that whatever it is they Ocrane are far greater. Simply by existing the Ocrane have attracted millions to build their temples and bow to them on their knees. The Ocrane are better and more perfect than any concept that has been thought of by man or beast.

Dr. Monmenle: I see. So, Xeael, can you tell us more about the deeds you mentioned? What were you doing before you ended up here?

SCP-5846: I will tell you nothing. The information you have heard so far is only common knowledge any simpleton would know! How you do not it already is beyond me, but that is all I will tell you!

Dr. Monmenle: Xeael, please, we simply want to understand.

SCP-5846: You understand nothing! Do you know what kind of times we are living in? Why would I give anyone information they don’t need to know?

Dr. Monmenle: What kind of…times we’re living in? What do you mean?

SCP-5846: I…war times! The war! I can’t give any strangers information with the war going on, you’ll just use it against us!

Dr. Monmenle: The war? What war are you referring to?

SCP-5846: What-you're kidding! The war, the great war! It’s been going on for nearly 240 years at this point! How do you, how…

Dr. Monmenle: SC- Xeael, I’m sure you’ve been able to gather that you're in a very different place from your home. Wherever you’re from, this place is different.

SCP-5846: No, but, but you must know about the war! It’s…it’s devastated billions! It’s torn hundreds of countries to pieces, you…there’s no way!

Dr. Monmenle: SCP-5846-

*SCP-5846:** Stop, stop talking. I need…I need to rest. I must meditate. I…we’re done here.

Dr. Monmenle: Wait, SCP-5846, I mean, Xeael, wait, just-

SCP-5846: Doctor, I said we’re done.

Dr. Monmenle: I…ok. Fine. I’ll have you debriefed on the Foundation so that you have a better understanding of where you are. Then I must request another interview as soon as possible.

SCP-5846: Fine, fine. Just…let me rest for now.

<End Log>

Closing Statement: Following the interview SCP-5846 was taken back to his cell, where he proceeded to kneel, going silent for several hours, occasionally speaking loudly in an unknown language different to the one he spoke in with Dr.Monmenle, suggesting that it is a language SCP-5846 speaks in exclusively for prayer or other religious activity. After SCP-5846 finished it’s meditation, Dr. Momenle requested it be given a brief document explaining the basics of the foundation as to give SCP-5846 a basic understanding of where it was. This request was approved, and SCP-5846 was given a level 1 resercher’s document on how the Foundation functions and what it’s goals are. After reading through the document, SCP-5846 requested another interview with Dr. Monmenle, saying that he needed to talk with someone about all of this.

Interview-02

Interviewed: SCP-5846

Interviewer: Dr. Charles Monmenle

Foreword: The following interview was conducted in french. The interview took place 2 days after Interview-01.

<Begin Log>

Dr. Monmenle: Well Xeael, I didn’t expect to be talking with again so soon.

SCP-5846: Yes, well, I have much I want to talk about. I am…troubled after reading the paper you gave me.

Dr. Monmenle: Troubled? How so?

SCP-5846: Your…SCP Foundation, it is unlike anything I've ever heard of before. It simply does not exist. Or at least…it shouldn’t. I would know about it, I am right under the Great High Priestess. She would not allow it. It is against the Ocrance, locking up their creatures, their creations. But, even the countries who might have made such a Foundation as this in secret…they would have no use for it. No, no use at all. Not in a war such as this…I’m not in the same place as I was, am I?

Dr. Monmenle: No, you're not. We don’t know how, but it seems that you have somehow passed over into our world from yours. From what I have heard so far from you, there is no doubt that you are from an alternate dimension. The Foundation would surely know of a 240 year long war if it was any threat to them.

SCP-5846: Alternate dimensions, foundations that contain creatures, call them anomalies, this is all insane!

Dr. Monmenle: It can all be a bit…jarring at first. But now, since you know we have no interest in harming you or your country, are you willing to…answer some questions?

SCP-5846: Yes, yes, you have proven to me you are no threat. Ask away.

Dr. Monmenle: Right. First off, can you tell me where you are from exactly. Can you describe it for me, or give me any small details that you consider important?

SCP-5846: Yes, I can. I come from Thulbourni, the chosen nation of the Ocrane. It is a glorious place, the only place where the truth is widely known and practiced. It alone has truly survived this war. While all other nations slowly crumble, Thulbourni will remain strong. The people prosper, the leaders are kind, and everyone looks up to the Ocrane. Truly a righteous and glorious country. I have…I have missed it greatly in the few weeks I have been away. But I have no doubt I will return to it someday. I assure you that at this very moment the Great High Priestess is talking with the Ocrane, working with them to find a way to bring me back!

Dr. Monmenle: You truly believe that the Ocrane will bring you back to your world.

SCP-5846: I do.

*Dr. Monmenle:** Ok. What about this High Priestess, can you tell me a bit about her?

SCP-5846: She is the greatest mortal being to ever walk the Earth. She is the only one the Ocrane feels is worthy to talk to. It is under her that the whole nation operates. I have met her, spoke with her, ate with her, as have all the high prophets. She is…truly amazing. She is truly a kind woman. She took me in, took in all my brothers, and trained us in her ways. I have dedicated my life to her and the Ocrane as my way of thanks.

Dr. Monmenle: She…took you in? So she adopted you?

SCP-5846: In a way. I was chosen by her. Each high prophet was brought up from a peasant home as a child. The High Priestess graciously lifted me out of what was destined to be an impoverished life as a drafted soldier for the war. Both of my parents had died by that point and it was her kindness that saved me from life in a training facility.

Dr. Monmenle: You mean that children are sent to training facilities?

SCP-5846: Of course. Where else would they go?

Dr. Monmenle: I…ok, Xeael, can you tell me any more information about the place where you come from?

SCP-5846: Well, I could-

(SCP-5846 pauses, grabbing one of the blackened areas of skin on his forearm and letting out a small, pained cry. SCP-5846 doubles over, appearing to be in immense pain for several seconds before letting go of the affected area, breathing heavily.)

Dr. Monmenle: SCP-5846, are you-

SCP-5846: I’m fine doctor, and please, remember, it’s Xeael, not SCP-whatever.

Dr. Monmenle: Are…are you sure? I was unaware you were experiencing any pain.

SCP-5846: It has been only minor, nothing of concern.

Dr. Monmenle: It’s because of your condition, right? Can you tell me about it? Do you know how you got it, or what it does?

SCP-5846: Unfortunately, I do, doctor. You see, I am a dying man.

Dr. Monmenle: What?

SCP-5846: Yes, there was a raid. These…these lawless dogs had somehow managed to force themselves into the palace. Magic user. Fidelity magic user. One of them went for the High Priestess, the most powerful one of them all. I had to do something, it was my duty. I leapt in front of her, taking the brunt of the spell with my arms. After that I only remember blacking out and waking up a few seconds later in blazing light. Loud noises all around me, people I did not recognize, I was terrified, and then…I don’t remember. I wish I could, but- (SCP-5846 pauses, knocking his fists against his head) it’s like a blank canvas. That is until I woke up again, and saw the markings on my arms. It was then I knew.

Dr. Monmenle: Knew what, exactly?

SCP-5846: The curse that afflicts me, it is considered so awful that to afflict it upon someone is considered one of the worst sins to commit, so utterly terrible that Ocrane will forever disregard you as worthy only of the Earth’s deserts.

Dr. Monmenle: What is it?

SCP-5846: It is called the soul killer. It slowly seeps you of all life, disconnecting your soul from your body and releasing it through these injuries (SCP-5846 motions towards it’s blackened area of skin). That smoke you saw? That was my soul being leaked out into the world. The reason this curse is considered so terrible is because it not only forces out your soul before it is ready, but it cuts your soul in disconnected pieces. An unwhole soul can never be accepted by the Ocrane. If one’s soul is incomplete then that means they will never reach the afterlife. When they die, their memory, their consciousness, everything that makes them what they are will simply disappear. Be gone without a trace. They will never think another thought, experience another experience, and their consciousness will be snuffed out, consiended forever to oblivion.

Dr. Monmenle: That’s…terrible.

SCP-5846: Yes, well, worry not! I have no fear. The Ocrane will save me, they save everyone who believes in them. I have seen them do it too. I once heard of a dead man being brought back to life! If the Ocrance can bring back the dead, then they can cure something as simple as this!

Dr. Monmenle: And you're sure of this. You truly believe they can save you?

SCP-5846: Of course, why wouldn’t they. I’d be a fool to believe anything else!

Dr. Monmenle: …Ok then. Well Xeael, thank you for your time. We have certainly come much farther in this interview. I look forward to talking with you again soon.

SCP-5846: Yes, me as we-

(SCP-5846 suddenly falls out of his chairs, once again grabbing one of the affected areas of blackened skin. SCP-5846 begins screaming, seeming to be in immense pain once again. Dr. Monmenle calls for a guard, and SCP-5846 is taken out of the interview room just as another SCP-5846x-1 event begins.)

<End Log>

Closing Statement: Following the interview SCP-5846 was rushed to the Site-87 hospital wing, where the SCP-5846x-1 event continued, black smoke emitting from the affected areas of SCP-5846’s skin. SCP-5846 began convulsing, still screaming violently. Foundation doctors attempted to help him, but were unable to do much due to lack of understanding of SCP-5846’s condition. After 30 minutes, the SCP-5846-1 event finished, and SCP-5846 remained unconscious for 3 days before waking up, where he was kept in the hospital wing for observation by request of Dr. Monmenle.

Addendum-02: SCP-5846 remained under observation for 8 days following the SCP-5846-1 event. During this time Foundation doctors exclaimed him for any other noticeable health concerns. None were found other than his previously healed injuries that he had when he first arrived, including the bandaged cuts on his neck and his currently healing ribs. It was noted however that the affected blackened areas did seem to have grown slightly, although at the time this was not noted as something to be of any concern.

Once doctors had determined that SCP-5846 was healthy he was sent back to his containment cell. While in containment SCP-5846 requested several books on this world’s history so that he could better understand the world he now occupied. This request was approved, and SCP-5846 was given a limited amount of historical books. SCP-5846 showed a great interest in the books that covered subjects such as World War 1 and 2, the Revolutionary War, and the Punic Wars.

SCP-5846 was also scheduled to have weekly interviews with Dr. Monmenle so that the foundation could be informed on SCP-5846’s health and the progression of his condition, along with gaining more information on the world that SCP-5846 came from. Below are several selected interviews between Dr. Monmenle and SCP-5846 that the Foundation deemed of particular interest.

Open Interview-03

Interviewed: SCP-5846

Interviewer:: Dr. Charles Monmenle

Foreword: The following interview was conducted in french, and took place 2 weeks after SCP-5846 was released from the Site-87 hospital wing when Dr. Monmenle deemed that SCP-5846 had been enough resting time to recover from the SCP-5846-1 event.

<Begin Log>

Dr. Monmenle: Greetings Xeael, glad to see you making a full recovery.

SCP-5846: …Yes…yes, of course doctor.

Dr. Monmenle: …Are you feeling alright? You seem to be a little…off today.

SCP-5846: Yes, yes, I’m fine, it’s just that…can I ask you a question doctor?

Dr. Monmenle: Oh, um, sure, why not.

SCP-5846: Thank you, it’s just…this has been bothering me. Is it-is it wrong that I enjoy reading the books about the wars of your world?

Dr. Monmenle: Why would that be wrong?

SCP-5846: Because…because it makes me happy to know that your world has also gone through and is going through terrible wars. I find some sort of…sick comfort in it. Just to know that-that my world isn’t the only one suffering with such an affliction.

Dr. Monmenle: Oh…Xeael, everyone finds their comfort from an awful situation in their own way. Who am I, or who is anyone, to say that you're wrong for being glad that your world isn’t the only sick and twisted one out there?

SCP-5846: I-thank you doctor. I needed to hear that.

Dr. Monmenle: Right, anytime Xeael. So anyway, how are you adjusting to life in the Foundation.

SCP-5846: Well, it's not all bad. The food, though not what I’m used to, the little interaction I have is nice, and the books, all of the books that you have given me have been wonderful to read through.

Dr. Monmenle: Glad to hear it! So how has your…condition been?

SCP-5846: It’s been fine. I do not fear it, for I know it will not harm me in the long run. The Ocrane will save me, they save everyone, like I have told you. Fear not, doctor, in a few weeks time I will be back in my home, eating with the Great High Priestess and performing mighty deeds for the Ocrane once again, with no curse to afflict me. Trust me doctor, you will soon see the true might of the Ocrane.

<End Log>

Closing Statement: Dr. Monmenle has noted SCP-5846’s insistence on how the Ocrane will return to save him. In a report to fellow researcher Dr. Rodriguez detailing his time with SCP-5846, Dr. Monmenle writes ‘I hope he’s right about the Ocrane, for his sake and for mind. I can’t bare to see what will happen if the Ocrane or his High Priestess never come.’

Open Interview-22

Interviewed: SCP-5846

Interviewer: Dr. Charles Monmenle

Foreword: The following interview was conducted in french. By the time of this interview, SCP-5846 had been in containment for 3 months and had experienced 4 major SCP-5846-1 events. SCP-5846’s health had also begun greatly deteroiting, as around this time he began losing body mass at a much faster rate, going from 220 pound to 185 pounds in the span of 3 weeks. The affected blackened areas on his arms had grown to cover almost his entire forearm and parts of his upper arm, and had completely covered his hands except for the majority of his palms, although by this time even those were beginning to be covered.

<Begin Log>

Dr. Monmenle: Xeael, how have you been? Experiencing any new pain? Have you started any new books you enjoy?

SCP-5846: I don’t understand.

Dr. Monmenle: I’m sorry?

SCP-5846: (voice raised) I said I don’t understand! Why haven’t the Ocrane come yet? They are supposed to be all powerful beings, so where are they to help me!?

Dr. Monmenle: Xeael, I’m sorry, but where is this coming from? You seemed fine the last few times we’ve talked!

SCP-5846: (yelling) I was fine then because I still thought the Ocrane we’re coming! But it’s months now, months! And I haven’t heard a single word! Haven’t been given a single sign! Nothing to show that the Ocrane are even listening! But I don’t understand why! I am their most devoted follower! I’ve done everything, given my life to them! And how do they repay me? They don’t even lift a finger while I sit here, in a cell, dying!

Dr. Monmenle: Xeael, the Ocrane are in a completely different dimension, maybe that’s just…slowing them down.

SCP-5846: (yelling) The Ocrane are supposed to transcend all physical boundaries. Crossing dimensions should be easy for them, easy! But no, they stay, sitting in silence while I sit waiting for- (SCP-5846 pauses, grimacing)

Dr. Monmenle: Xeael, I’m sorry. I won’t lie and tell you I know why the Ocrane hasn't come yet, but…I truly am sorry.

SCP-5846: No, no. I should be the one saying sorry doctor. It’s not your fault, I shouldn't have yelled at you. But…I was a high prophet, I am a high prophet! Why…where is the High Priestess. She raised me, I’m…I’m like a son to her, she even told me that. My brothers, the other high prophets, what about them, surely she would look for them. Then why…

Dr. Monmenle: It’s ok Xeael. You can talk to me. I may not be a high prophet, but for now, until the Ocrane come to get you, which I’m sure they will, I’ll be here for you.

<End Log>

Closing Statement: ‘Xeael’s health is getting worse. I can see it every time I talk to him. His skin, his voice, his eyes, it’s like the very life is being sucked out of him. I don’t know how much more I can take. Each time he speaks of the Ocrane, of the high priestess, of the high prophets, I can see a little bit of hope die in him. We need a way to get him back, or at least a way to heal him. I don’t…I don’t know if I could stand watching him die. -Dr. Monmenle.

Open Interview-35

Interviewed: SCP-5846

Interviewer: Dr. Charles Monmenle

Foreword: The following interview was conducted in french. By the time of this interview SCP-5846’s health had begun rapidly detoring. He had gone through 5 SCP-5846-1 events in the course of the weeks leading up to this interview, each one much longer than any previous recording event. He had lost nearly 48 pounds, making him weigh in at only 127 pounds. The affected blackened areas had grown exponentially, now covering the entirety of his hands and forearms, and at the time of the interview it had begun moving towards his upper arms.

<Begin Log>

Dr. Monmenle: Xeael, it’s nice to see you again. Did you finish the book you were telling me about last week?

SCP-5846: Yes doctor, I quite enjoyed it. I might read it again someday if you keep giving me all of these dreadfully boring books like you have been recently.

Dr. Monmenle: (laughing) Ok Xeael, I’ll make sure to pick out some more interesting books in the future. Don’t want to have you re-reading, that might make you even more bored.

SCP-5846: (laughing) Yes doctor, we wouldn’t want that.

Dr. Monmenle: Right, so…any health concerns? How is your…

SCP-5846: I’m afraid not well. I see no point in lying to you anymore, you can probably see it anyway. I can barely move. It’s getting harder to eat. I can barely feed myself, not it matters anyway. I can’t even work up the energy to be hungry. It’s even getting hard to flip a page. I would hate it if this curse took away my reading too, it’s already taken everything else.

Dr. Monmenle: I’m sorry to hear that Xeael. I’ve been trying to find a way to help you, but nothing seems to be working. But don’t worry, I think I’m getting close with this one thing, I just need to test it a bit and maybe it’ll be able to at least slow down the curse’s progression.

SCP-5846: I appreciate it, doctor, but…please, stop trying to find a way to help me.

Dr. Monmenle: What?

SCP-5846: I’ve actually been meaning to ask you this but, I’m a lost cause. I beg you, stop trying to look for a cure, it’ll only waste your time. I’ve heard of what this curse does to men before. If the rumors are true, then it’s better to just let me die.

Dr.Monmenle: Xeael, no! I refuse! I can’t just let you die, that would be…that’s wrong, I-I can’t do it!

SCP-5846 Please doctor! I’ve tried praying to Ocrane, begging them for a bit more time, a bit more life, or at least a chance to say goodbye to the High Priestess or even just one of the high prophets, my brothers! But…they continue to turn a deaf ear. The Ocrane have abandoned me. Left me for dead as soon as I’ve been marked unclean. I should never…I should never have put faith into them.

Dr. Monmenle: Xeael…I can’t believe, you can’t give up! You have to fight! Please!

SCP-5846: Doctor I’ve tried fighting and I’ve failed miserably. The only reason I’m still alive and still fighting is because of you and these conversations we have. All I do is sit and read and wait to die. You’re the only friend I have left to talk to. I’m…lost, and I won’t be found. So please, stop trying. I…I don’t want to bring you down with me.

Dr. Monmenle: Don’t say that! I will find a cure for you! You will live. I promise you.

SCP-5846: (laughs) Don’t make promises you can’t keep doctor. Trust me, you’ll regret them.

<End Log>

Closing Statement: Following this interview SCP-5846 was returned to his containment cell, where he refused to eat or drink anything, and when offered books to read he turned them down. SCP-5846 simply remained alone, sitting in his cell and refusing to talk to anyone. Dr. Monmenle noted this to be of high concern, and requested that SCP-5846 seek physiological assistance. This request was denied by Dr. Rodriguez, who did not deem it necessary.

This is a formal request for SCP-5846 to be given SCP-500 as a possible way to cure him of his disease. -Dr. Monmenle

Your request is denied. SCP-5846 is not of enough importance to be given such a valuable resource. I’m sorry doctor, but we can’t waste a pill on just anybody. -Dr. Rodriguez

Addendum-03: A week following the 35th interview between Dr. Monmenle and SCP-5846 the worst SCP-5846-1 event on record occurred. SCP-5846 was heard screaming in his cell, and when guards stationed outside went in to check on him they found SCP-5846 writhing on the floor in pain, large amounts of black smoke being excreting from the affected blackened areas. SCP-5846 was rushed to Site-87’s hospital wing, where he began experiencing rapid loss of hair and body mass, which had reached such a fatal point that by the time SCP-5846 reached the hosptial wing he required life support to continue living.

The SCP-5846-1 event lasted for 2 hours, after which SCP-5846 went unconscious for 5 days, during which time he appeared to be experiencing intense pain like that of when the SCP-5846-1 event was still happening. Dr. Monmenle was rushed into the hospital wing, where he stayed with SCP-5846 until he woke up.

Once awake, SCP-5846 requested that Dr. Monmenle and him have one last interview, since that week’s scheduled interview had to be put off. At first Dr. Monmenle refused, saying SCP-5846 wasn’t healthly enough to conduct an interview with. However, after a second request, Dr. Monmenle relented. The following is a transcript of the final interview between SCP-5846 and Dr. Monmenle.

Open Interview-36

Interviewed: SCP-5846

Interviewer: Dr. Charles Monmenle

Foreword: The following interview was conducted in french, the closest matching language to the one SCP-5846 spoke.

<Begin Log>

Dr. Monmenle: Xeael, I’m…sorry. I-I couldn’t…I couldn’t find a cure.

SCP-5846: It’s ok doctor. I have made peace with my fate. My time here, at this foundation, it’s…it’s been nice. I may not have been able to say goodbye to the Priestess or any of my prophet brethren, but…I’m glad I’ll be able to say goodbye to at least one of my friends.

Dr. Monmenle: I’m honored you consider me a friend. But…are you…are you ready to say goodbye?

SCP-5846: (sighs) I…no. Truthfully, I don’t think I’ll ever be ready. But…I won’t let that bother me.

(SCP-5846 winces, grabbing his arm in pain.)

Dr. Monmenle: Xeael!

SCP-5846: I’m fine doctor. Well, as fine as a dying man can be.

Dr. Monmenle: I’m…sorry that the Ocrane couldn’t save you. I’m sure, I’m sure they wanted to but for whatever reason the just-they just couldn’t.

SCP-5846: You know doctor, my one regret from my entire time being here was that I never could accept that the Ocrane weren’t coming to save me. I should’ve just made peace with it the moment I got here. But…now I have, and really that’s all that matters.

Dr. Monmenle: I’m glad you’ve made peace, Xeael. At least…at least you’ll pass with nothing to bother you.

SCP-5846: /(laughs)/ Well, about that, the truth is…I’m afraid doctor. I’m…I’m afraid of death when I know…there’ll be nothing after.

Dr. Monmenle: Well, whatever happens after death, isn’t it what happens in life that truly matters?

SCP-5846: Yes, yes, that’s a nice way to look at it.

(SCP-5846 winces again, gripping his arm in pain again.)

SCP-5846: Yes…goodbye doctor. It was nice talking to a friend before I go.

Dr. Monmenle: Goodbye, Xeael, I…it was nice talking to you too.

SCP-5846: Thank you doctor, for everything. I hope-I hope that you can find peace in both this life, and in the next.

<End Log>

Closing Statement: Following the interview, Dr. Monmenle stayed with SCP-5846 until another SCP-5846-1 event began. SCP-5846 began to violently convulse. Smoke began to excrete from the affected areas of blackened skin, faster and in larger quantities than ever before. This continued for 10 minutes until SCP-5846’s heart rate and vitals spiked to an unhealthy degree before dropping significantly. Following this SCP-5846 experienced a complete organ failure, dying. Immediately following this SCP-5846’s body experienced rapid decay, only stopping once it reached advanced stages of bodily decay.

Addendum-04: Following SCP-5846’s death, Dr. Monmenle requested an extended break from his duties. This request was approved. Before leaving, Dr. Monmenle buried SCP-5846, by authorization of Dr. Rodriguez, site director. Afterwards, Dr. Monmenle wrote a note concerning SCP-5846 right before leaving for his break.

‘Xeael, or as the foundation will call him, SCP-5846, was a special case, at least to me. I don’t think, in my 15 plus years of working for the Foundation, that I’ve ever befriended an SCP. Xeael, no matter where he came from or what curse he had, was still just a man, a dying man. I know that nothing really could’ve been done to stop his inevitable fate, but after talking to him, after becoming his friend, I had to try. And I failed. And this file, this number, 5846, will always remind me of that. Wherever Xeael is now, whether in some sort of afterlife or completely lost to oblivion, I hope he’s at peace. Rest well, my friend. Rest well.’ -Dr.Monmenle
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DATE: 07 Feb 2021 20:02

location Amazon Rain-forest
(site number designation unknown)( site purpose research)

logs

day 1
may 1

log 1: We have started building a base around the asteroid crash site. If we have more funding we could finish Construction faster. The readings were getting from this asteroid are of the charts. We may be able to use this to contain anomaly's. (end of log)

day 20
2019 May 25

log 2: We are almost done making a dome around the Asteroid. The staff and guard's have been reporting sleepless nights. The wildlife and fauna have been avoiding this place. It is almost like there scared of this place or the asteroid. (end of log)

day 26
2019 May 31

log 3: We have finished making the dome around it. We have began making quarters for the staff and guard's. We will require more funding to keep building a facility here. (end of log)

day 46
2019 June 20

log 4: We have finished construction on this site. We will begin testing as soon on the Asteroid as the equipment arrives. (end of log)

day 56
June 30

log 5: Test 1 was a complete failure. We have also had 5 staff members have mental breakdowns. We are investigating it as I write this. I also believe we could move safe class anomalys and objects here. The asteroids readings are remaining stable with a slow rise. (end of log)

day 80
2019 July 24

log 6: I am requesting more security guards. We had a incident more info on the incident report. I suggest you make this a restricted area or at least try to. Also i cannot stress this enough if the chaos insurgency gets a hold of this there is no telling what they can do with it because we don't even know everything it can do. Also the staff members that had mental breakdowns had no history of it neither a family history of them. (end of log)

day 90
2019 August 4

Incident reports

day 70
2019 July 14

Incident report 1: It happened at 3:00 UTC. The scanners we have for the Asteroid picked up a temporal anomaly. What we think was a portal to a different timeline or a portal to a different dimension. We made a metal box around it to cover it up and we did. Then 5 days latter on July 19 day 75 the portal started spurting lightning everywhere. Then 5 hours later a cat like creature (tabby 3 tailed with its Iris glowing a dark blue)came out of it. We quickly locked down the facility. We gave the Asteroid the code name 2-3-5-3 and the cat like creature Horacio as a name. (end of incident report)

[[tab test logs]]

2019 June 25

Test log 1: Asteroid strength and durability. We will use a high power laser drill to see how durable and strong the asteroid is. Test 1 results: The high power laser drill seems to have done nothing to the Asteroid. (end of test log)

day 81
2019 July 25

Test log 2: normal cat toys,people and things affect on Horacio.1 laser pointer:Horacio ignored it.2 a mice:Horacio caught it in 10 seconds and devoured it in 2 seconds.3 people:We had 2 guards in there Horacio acted playful and kind.We let the guards play with Horacio with toys and all of it.Horacio seemed to trust them enough to let them rub her belly.4 catnip: Horacio started tearing everything in there cell apart. It got to the point we had to go in there and restrain Horacio. (end of test log)

day 85
2019 July 29
test log 3:Prolonged exposure to 2-3-5-3 affects.1 hour in there affects: Minor dizziness and and a very minor headache that ended when exposure ended.3 hours:Same affects just worse.6 hours:worse affects along with them seeing things and blacking out. (end of test log)
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Horacio looks like a tabby 3 tailed cat with its Iris glowing a dark blue.It is kept in a 10 by 10 feet metal box.It has a litter box with a slit at the door of the metal box to have food put in.We give Horacio tuna to eat but never give Horacio a catnip.(Gender female)[[/collapsible]]
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DATE: 07 Feb 2021 15:28

SCP-XXXX instance feeding on a fly.

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX instances are to be contained in a standard animal containment cell at Site-66. One (1) deceased instance of Musca domestica¹⁰ are to be fed to all SCP-XXXX instances every two (2) weeks. 30ml of water is to be provided to all SCP-XXXX instances every one (1) day.

Description: [Paragraphs explaining the description]

Addendum: [Optional additional paragraphs]

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DATE: 07 Feb 2021 12:53

Item #: SCP - xxxx

Object class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures:
All cases of SCP - xxxx are to be kept in a secure containment unit on site-██, isolated from all items that use electricity.

If there is a breach in containment and a potential threat of SCP - xxxx hijacking any nearby devices a targeted ElectroMagnetic-Pulse (EMP) should be triggered surrounding SCP- xxxx's containment facility as to stop its rapid spread.

Description:
SCP - xxxx is a computer based virus that is observed to rapidly spread when in close contact with another device(s).

After monitoring SCP - xxxx's common whereabouts we have decided that its final destination often seems to be a common traffic light, often on a well used road in a highly populated city. We believe that SCP-xxxx's choice of location is based on how easily it can transfer to another device. This has since been confirmed due to Incident-███.

When encountering a case of SCP-xxxx that has hijacked a traffic light (SCP-xxxx-1) the light on your side will always be green, wether you are a driver or just a walking pedestrian. However all reports of SCP-xxxx-1 show that the victims can never see someone coming the opposite way. This seems to be how SCP-xxxx-1 harms people. It leads a car and a passenger into the road together where neither party can see each other and causes them to collide. All corpses created by instances of SCP-xxxx-1 cannot be seen until SCP-xxxx-1 is taken away from the traffic system using procedure-███

Note: several instances of SCP-xxxx-1 have been found, this is believed to be the result of the way it spreads, A team of researchers at site-███ have been deployed to keep watch over highly populated areas for anymore instances of SCP-xxxx-1.

SCP-XXXX-1's documented locations
- Tokyo [Contained]
- █████ [Not contained]
- Shangai [Contained]
- London [ Not contained]
- New York [Contained]
- ████ [Not Contained]
- ███ [Not contained]
- Moscow [Contained]
- Sydney [Not contained]
- ███ [Contained]
- █████ [Not Contained]
- Vancouver [Contained]

Discovery of SCP-xxxx
The first discover of SCP-xxxx was made by a roadside of engineer by the name of ███ ████. On the day of the discover he was working on the roads of ███, after reports of the traffic lights at a commonly used junction not functioning properly.

After the first investigation of SCP-xxxx,███ was taken into custody and interviewed.

Interviewed: Roadside engineer

Interviewer: DR ███

<Begin Log, [18:20, 16/04/███]

DR ███: "please start with your name, age and occupation"

███: " ███ ███, 34, Roadside engineer"

DR ███: "please state what happened in the time leading up to your first encounter with the anomaly"

███: " Oh god, where do I start… Well it was a fairly ordinary day for me, I was out monitoring all the security cameras on the main road and doing routine checks on the roadside equipment. Then I got a report that there was a traffic light not working as expected so I went to investigate"

DR ███: "sorry but for the record, earlier on today when we took you in, you were muttering something about missing people and that you must tell their families that you found them, do you mind explaining?"

███: "Ah yes, recently there had been a massive jump in missing people around the city, people thought it was another crazed murderer understandably…"

DR ███: "Thank you, please proceed with your recount."

███: "So when I arrived at the traffic light in question I did my routine checks, you know: check the buttons are working as usual; check that the sensors and timers are functioning as intended; etc.

I went to put out my signs at the end of the road to stop incoming traffic, I suppose its a good thing I did as what I was greeted with when I shut down the traffic lights was…well…horrible. The bodies of all the missing people lay there on the cross road. As if they just appeared. Just thinking about it makes me sick to the core. Mangled as if thousands of cars had driven over them without realising. I just managed to call the police before I passed out."

DR ███: "Thank you, that will be all"
<End Log, [18:40, 16/04/███]>

Closing Statement:
The engineer has since been given a class-A amnestic and has been given a new life as a tour guide in ███. All items carried on his person at the time of the incident have been destroyed or contained to stop unnecessary spread of SCP-xxxx.
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DATE: 07 Feb 2021 08:54

Rumsfeld during a Pentagon news briefing in February 2002

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures:

A constant monitoring of the internet must be carried out to prevent any spread of SCP-XXXX. No occurrence of SCP-XXXX on global video platforms has been noticed since June 2015.

Regular and thorough scans of large datacenters across the world must be carried out to identify any copy of SCP-XXXX. No copy of SCP-XXXX has been identified on a scanned server since July 2017.

Although containment measures hereabove were met with success it is not possible to conclude that SCP-XXXX is fully contained, as a complete scan of all information storage units on the planet, be they digital or analog, was deemed too costly.

Copies of SCP-XXXX are kept on a secure server as well as on magnetic tapes at Site-167 Antimemetics Division headquarters.

Description: [Paragraphs explaining the description]

SCP-XXXX is a 45 second video.

The first 25 seconds of the video are the answer given by former U.S. Defense Secretary, Donald H. Rumsfeld, to a journalist question during a Feburary 12th 2002 press briefing.

The content of these first 25 seconds was fairly well known to a general audience in the 2000's. Beyond the role it played in the rationale leading to the invasion of Iraq in 2003, it helped popularize the expression "unknown unknowns".

Here is a transcript of Donald Rumsfeld answer to the journalist question:

"As we know there are known knowns. There are things we know we know. We also know there are known unknowns. That is to say, we know there are some things we do not know. But there are also unknown unknowns, the ones we don't know we don't know."

After 25 seconds, SCP-XXXX deviates from the original footage. Instead of continuing to answer the journalists questions, Donald Rumsfeld stares intently at the camera. He remains silent. Background noises have stopped. Instead, a continuous humming can be heard.

This second sequence lasts for 20 seconds. After 20 seconds the screen turns black and the video ends.

Viewing SCP-XXXX causes a strong antimemetic effect in the affected subject. As with other similar antimemes (including those liable to cause ED-K-Class Lethe Scenarios), it will cause the subject to forget a concept. In the case of SCP-XXXX the supressed concept is that of "ignorance".

The affected subject will no longer be able to comprehend, use or verbalize the concept of "ignorance". More specifically, if asked a question on a topic he/she doesn't know, the subject will faithfully provide an anwser, to the best of his/her ability, but will not be able to realize or be convinced the anwser is incorrect, whatever the amount of proof is provided.

Similarly, if a subject is prompted to carry out an action he doesn't master, he will try to perform the action, with a total confidence in his ability to do so successfully. Objective failure will have no effect whatsoever on his belief that he is able to perform the action successfully.

Without supervision, consequences become rapidly disatrous for the subject.

Tests were conducted to assess the exact magnitude of the antimemetic effect:

Test A - October 13th 2014

Interviewed: D-73062

Interviewer: level-3 Researcher Mark Petraeus of Antimemetics Division

Foreword: Subject has been exposed to SCP-XXXX

<Begin Log>

Researcher Mark Petraeus : Hello D-73062, I hope the electrods do not annoy you too much. We are going to have you undergo an electroencephalogram during the test.

D-73062 : That's alright, for sure the sticky thing your nurse has spread on my skull is gonna go away.

Researcher Mark Petraeus : Yes, do not worry, it will go away just fine with shampoo. It will improve conductivity to the electrods. That way we will better pick up electrical signals from your brain. I am going to ask you questions I want you to answer as well as you can. You're ready?

D-73062 : Shoot.

Researcher Mark Petraeus : What is the name of the American state, just north of Oregon.

D-73062 : Whashington. (correct answer)

Researcher Mark Petraeus : Which team won the Superbowl for season 2011?

D-73062 : The Giants. (correct answer)

Researcher Mark Petraeus : What about season 1996?

D-73062 : The Dallas Cowboys. (incorrect answer, the Green Bay Packers actually won)

Researcher Mark Petraeus : According to the latest estimates, what is the population of the Chinese city of Shenyang in Liaoning province?

D-73062 : 33,234. (incorrect answer, esimated population as of date is about 6,331,000)

Researcher Mark Petraeus : What are the first five verses of the epic poem Beowulf, in the translation of your choice?

D-73062 : immediately answers
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it went in the bush

(incorrect answer, D-73062 has actually quoted "The road not taken", a famous poem by Robert Frost many American pupils learn, the last line is furthermore wrong as the actual poem reads "To where it bent in the undergrowth" and not "To where it went in the bush".
For SCP staff keen on Old-English literature here are the actual first five verses of Beowulf in Francis B. Gummere translation:

Lo, praise of the prowess of people-kings
of spear-armed Danes, in days long sped,
we have heard, and what honor the athelings won!
Oft Scyld the Scefing from squadroned foes,
from many a tribe, the mead-bench tore)

Researcher Mark Petraeus : Thank you D-73062, that will be all for today. We are going to take away the EEG device and we will bring you back to your cell.

D-73062 : Alright doc, I liked the questions, ready to do it again whenever you want doc.

<End Log>

Analysis: Electroencephalogram analysis does not show significant differences in brain signals between questions, whether they were answered correctly or not. Significantly, reaction time during the last two difficult questions was not longer from the first ones. Not knowing the right answer does not seem to have slowed down the subject stream of thoughts.

Closing Statement: Test confirms that SCP-XXXX causes affected subjects to answer any question with the same speed and apparent confidence, wether they know the actual answer or not. They will make their answer as coherent as possible with the question, quoting a poem when prompted to do so or a plausible number for a city population size.

Test B - October 14th 2014

<Begin Log>

Researcher Mark Petraeus : So here we are for a second round of questions. No EEG this time.

D-73062 : Always happy to be out of the cell you know.

Researcher Mark Petraeus : What's the name of the 14th president of the United States?

D-73062 : Lincoln.

Researcher Mark Petraeus : Sorry D-73062, it's Franklin Pierce.

D-73062 : It's Lincoln !

Researcher Mark Petraeus : You didn't know that, that happens.

D-73062 : He looks puzzled

Researcher Mark Petraeus : Look at that list of American presidents on Wikipedia. Pierce is 14th, Lincoln 16th.

D-73062 : Relaxes I get it! It' Wikipedia, anybody can change a page out of sheer mischief. The joke is on you Doc! And Lincoln is 14th! he starts laughing

Researcher Mark Petraeus : Alright but look if I do a Google search on Lincoln. He opens a tab on his browser for each search result. Here they say 16th… And here 16th… There 16th again…

D-73062 : Looks disturbed Oh, that's a joke. I get it! You set me up, that's part of the test to check my reaction. You doctored the pages. I didn't fall off the turnip truck you know!

Researcher Mark Petraeus : Ah you got me! Well done D-73062. The test was meant to see if you would fall for it, but you passed. Lincoln was indeed the 14th U.S president.

D-73062 : looks relieved

Researcher Mark Petraeus : I will not keep you longer. Someone will escort you back to your cell for some rest.

D-73062 : Well that was short.

<End Log>

Closing Statement: Test confirms that when confronted with his ignorance, subject will interpret the situation so as to evade the very possibility of him being ignorant. Moreover, words implying ignorance such as "You didn't know that" seem to disorient him.

Test C - October 15th 2014

<Begin Log>

Researcher Mark Petraeus : This time no more questions D-73062, it will be a practical test. You know how to pick a lock on handcuffs? Mark Petraeus shows D-73062 a pair of standard Smith & Wesson handcuffs and a metal lockpicker.

D-73062 : Sure I know how to do it.

Researcher Mark Petraeus : Perfect, so here it is what I am going to ask you to do. You are free to refuse to do it. Security Officer Hassan here is going to bring you down this container (Pertraeus shows a large metal box, about 6*6*10 feet, a large porthole is on the front side of the container). At the bottom of the container a chain is fastened. Officer Hassan is going to handcuff you to this chain. You will just have to pick the handcuffs lock and free yourself to pass the test.

Researcher Mark Petraeus : And now I get to the best part for you. If you succeed we will halve the time you owe to the Foundation, you'll get an individual cell, and you will have a larger access to Class-D staff entertainment infrastructures: gym, library, TV room…

D-73062 : I'm all in Doc!

Researcher Mark Petraeus : Wait a minute, there is one last thing. The container will be filled with water little by little. The water will reach your airways within 10 minutes. So you have to free yourself before that. You think you can do it?

D-73062 : No problem Doc!

Office Hassan leads D-73062 down the container by way of the ladders on the inside and on the outside. He fastens the handcuffs to D-73062 left wrist and fastens the other ring to the chain at the bottom of the container. He gives D-73062 the metal lockpicker and exits the container

Researcher Mark Petraeus : Speaking louder so that D-73062 can hear him D-73062 are you ready? We are going to start the test. Remember you have 10 minutes to free yourself and get out of the container. Water will fill it up from the bottom.

D-73062 : If my shoes get drenched you'll owe me an new pair Doc! Let's start, cannot wait to get the perks!

Mark Petraus pushes a button on the right side of the container porthole. A clicking sound can be heard. Through the porthole, D-73062 can be seen fiddling with the handcuffs lock, handling the lockpicker with his free hand.

The water level starts going up. One minute into the test it has reached D-73062 calves. He doesn't seem alarmed and continues to pick the lock.

Water has reached D-73062 knees. He does not lose his composure.

D-73062 needs now to keep the chain fully extended to keep the handcuffs out of the water. Very soon the lock will be covered in water. Subject is unfazed and keeps working on the lock.

The water level has reached D-73062 neck. He seems disturbed by the water swirls that prevent him from seeing well what he is doing with the lockpicker.

D-73062 has now water up to the chin which he keeps up in order to keep his airways free, consequently he is forced to pick the lock without seeing what he is doing.

The subject can no longer breathe. However he continues his task with the same energy.

It has been two minutes since D-73062 could take his last breath. Subject starts convulsing and soon after remains motionless. Researcher Mark Petraeus triggers the container emptying mechanism.

Security Officer pulls subject out of the container by way of a hoist. D-73062 is declared.

<End Log>

Closing Statement: Test confirms that when prompted to do a task he doesn't master, subject will perform it without being able to realize failure or inadequacy of efforts deployed.

Conclusion of tests: SCP-XXXX completely suppresses conceptualization of ignorance in the subject. No further test seems necessary to conclude that any person affected by SCP-XXXX will rapidly cause irreparable self-harm to himself or others.

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DATE: 07 Feb 2021 04:48

Item #: SCP-XXXX		Object Class: Euclid
Level 2 Clearance		Threat Level: Orange ●

An instance of SCP-#### (author's name censored.)

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-#### is to be contained in a 6m² holding cell requiring a Level 3 or higher security keycard for entry. All instances of SCP-#### are to remain stored within a 2m² metal safe with aluminum walls at least half a meter thick on all sides, which must be kept in the center of the cell and only be unlockable via a six-digit code that can be obtained from Dr. Lucien Durand. In order to ensure the contents within the safe hasn’t changed, the safe must also feature a scale weighing the contents inside. If said scale measures anything above or below 21.36kg, it is to be reported to senior staff immediately.

Any personnel who come into direct contact with SCP-#### are to immediately undergo a psychiatric evaluation and are prohibited from interacting with any instances of SCP-#### again for a minimum two-week period. Under no circumstances are any personnel permitted to open or read the contents of SCP-#### without prior authorization by Dr. Durand. Any personnel who fail to adhere to this precaution are reassigned to Class E, then administered amnestics as deemed necessary.

Any instances of SCP-####-1 are to be destroyed. Anyone who is exposed to SCP-####-1 is to be administered Class B amnestics.

Description: SCP-#### is a black hardcover book that is 162 pages thick. The book's cover features an illustration of a humanoid figure wearing a yellow cloak, with a pair of red feathered wings sprouting from its back and a red halo present around its head. Printed in large white text above said illustration is the book's title: The King in Yellow.

Subjects that remain within a two-meter range from SCP-#### for more than one minute begin to feel compelled to read the book, a feeling which grows exponentially the longer they stay within range. The compulsion grows at a much faster rate if the subject makes direct eye contact with the book, and seems unable to take their eyes off of it until they give into the urge. If eye contact is forcefully broken and the subject is moved out of the effect’s range, the compulsion gradually wanes, with most cases having it cease completely after two weeks. In severe cases, Class B amnestics have been administered.

The writing within the book itself details a three-act play, though anyone who reads the play develops a severe aversion to the book, especially after completing Act I. At the same time, they are often compelled to continue reading the rest despite their expressed reluctance in doing so. Anyone who reads the entire play begins to exhibit symptoms of psychosis shortly thereafter.

Usage of Class B amnestics have proven effective in treating the psychological effects that SCP-#### has on people, however that doesn’t save individuals who have read the entire play from its anomalous effects. No matter what class of amnestics were administered to subjects, they still somehow recall the play and enter a psychotic state immediately upon viewing an odd symbol that appears to them somewhere in their daily life. This symbol, which exposed individuals have referred to as "the Yellow Sign", is believed by Foundation researchers to be an extension of SCP-####’s anomalous properties, and as such is classified as SCP-####-1.

Little is known about SCP-####-1, other than how it affects people who are exposed to it. Individuals who have read SCP-#### are aware of the existence of SCP-####-1, and have reported seeing it appear to them in multiple different mediums, including in places it couldn't have been before. SCP-####-1 has appeared even to subjects who had Class E amnestics administered to them, who not only recognized the symbol immediately upon viewing it, but recalled all memory of SCP-####.

When someone who has read SCP-#### sees SCP-####-1, the reaction will vary by the individual, though they will always express taking it as “a sign of his coming.” When someone who has not read SCP-#### sees SCP-####-1, they develop an unnatural obsession with determining the meaning of the symbol, which always leads them to seeking out or somehow discovering an instance of SCP-####. Subjects who are exposed to SCP-#### or SCP-####-1 may feel compelled to recreate SCP-####-1, but any of their attempts to do so must be thwarted in any way possible to prevent potential breaches in containment. Even so much as a drawing made from a description of SCP-####-1 is enough to trigger its anomalous effects, and as such, any written descriptions of SCP-####-1 are strictly forbidden.

On top of the psychological effects of SCP-####, every person who has read the play has either died or disappeared without a trace, under circumstances which the Foundation was able to link to at least ██ other similar cases around the world. While some of those deaths were suicides, the majority of deaths were caused by cardiac arrest or murder. Every case of cardiac arrest or murder showed signs of forced entry into the victim’s home, while some of the disappearances and even suicides also showed similar signs of forced entry. Forced entry was always through a door, with the door’s hinges, locks, and other metal components rusted until they fell apart. In a number of those cases, there was an additional corpse on the scene, which had no known connection to the victim and appeared to have been dead for weeks or even months before the victim’s death.

Object History: The SCP Foundation first discovered SCP-####’s anomalous properties after the book developed an infamous reputation among headlines and reviewers in March of 1920. The book quickly spread from New York to the rest of the world, including major cities such as London and France. After an investigation headed by the Foundation indicated a link between the book and thousands of patients being admitted into insane asylums, the book was seized from all outlets which distributed it and a recall was issued. A large majority of the books recovered by the Foundation were successfully destroyed via burning, though a number of copies were kept in order to conduct further research on the anomaly.

The source of this anomaly has yet to be uncovered, though the supposed author of the book, █████ ██████ ███████, committed suicide three months after the book was published, according to death records for the city of New York. All research the Foundation has conducted into finding the cause of the anomalous effects of SCP-#### have yielded no results.

Currently, there are ██ existing instances of SCP-#### known to the Foundation, all of which are contained within Site-██. Despite the Foundation's best efforts to recover as many instances of SCP-#### as possible, more of them keep cropping up even now, making it difficult to ascertain just how well the Foundation has contained this anomaly.

Addendum ####-A: In one of the initial tests conducted by Foundation researchers, one scientist suggested that they try putting a thick sheet of metal between SCP-#### and a test subject in an attempt to block its psychological effects to those near it. Out of the ten different metals they tested, aluminum showed to cut off the effect almost completely, and has since been implemented into containment procedures.

Addendum ####-B: Some of the Foundation’s research scientists hypothesized that SCP-#### may be capable of relocating itself near individuals who have been exposed to SCP-####-1, and have asked containment specialists to add a scale to weigh the inner contents of SCP-####’s safe to ensure no instances of it go missing. So far, there has been no proof of this occurring, and the weight has gone unchanged since the scale’s implementation.

Addendum ####-C: As of [REDACTED], any personnel believed to have read the entirety of SCP-#### are to be terminated in order to avoid [REDACTED]. See Incident Report ####-Alpha for more information.

Additional Files:
Incident Report ####-Alpha

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DATE: 07 Feb 2021 03:04

Item #: SCP-5545

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5545 is contained in a humanoid containment cell at Research Site-███. Where it is to be kept in a medically induced coma except for testing and interview during which it is to never leave its cell. While SCP-5545 is comatose an IV provides it with round the clock nutrients. SCP-5545 is to be X-rayed and put through an MRI machine after each test and interview to check for changes to its physicality. SCP-5545's cell must be thoroughly inspected before and after each time it is active. Guards monitoring SCP-5545 are equipped with 2 reality anchors and visors that negate cognitohazards as well as dart rifles filled with tranquilizer darts. All test proposals must be submitted to the head researcher of Site-███: Dr.█████████. Under no circumstances is SCP-5545 to bear witness to any humanoid SCPs.

Description: SCP-5545 is a teenage male approximately 1.6 meters tall and 160 pounds. Upon inspection, SCP-5545 appears to contain no anomalous properties. However, SCP-5545 can affect a person or object's "properties". The SCP describes this ability using similar terms to that of Object-Oriented Programming. SCP-5545 describes every living and inanimate thing as an "Object". It claims every object has properties and values which define a person or objects traits. SCP-5545 can change and manipulate these properties at will, and sometimes not. The subject has described the use of his ability as seeing a cascade of "file trees with context menus", not dissimilar to a computer file system.

SCP-5545 has described and demonstrated such changes several times during its time with the Foundation. Within moments of laying eyes on a person, it can make the subject: taller, shorter, or change the subjects' skin color. SCP-5545 can only affect objects it can visibly see. It has also shown a proclivity to change the properties of inanimate objects such as making doors unlocked or beds more comfortable. However; it can only change the properties that It has seen or experienced before. This is especially true for living beings. SCP-5545 cannot make a change to humans without experiencing a human with that trait. (See Addendum: Test Log 1, and 2). When it comes to inanimate objects, however; It appears to have more control to manipulate their properties. It demonstrated by making one of the chairs in its containment cell intangible while having never experienced something that could be phased through. (See Addendum: Test Log 3:)

The subject has the capability to affects the mental "values" of any sentient subject. It claims to be able to do this by changing the levels of a person's coherency and lucidity. This makes SCP-5545 a substantial cognitohazard to Foundation staff. Though SCP-5545 can change the cognitive traits of individuals; it appears to cause a significant amount of focus. It appears that SCP-5545 must concentrate to use its abilities effectively. SCP-5545 has trouble with such concentration due to a hesitation to use his abilities that came about during the events that caused it to appear on the Foundations radar, and trauma sustained during its capture. (See Interview 1)

Addendum: Recovery notes:
Foundation became privy to SCP-5545's when a local newspaper reported unusual happenings on two separate occasions. The first was unconfirmed reports of an overweight high school student completing the 100-meter dash faster than that schools track and field star. While this did pique the interest of nearby embedded foundation agents; it was not enough to warrant an investigation. Two days later, however; the Foundation intercepted radio chatter detailing an event in which an entire classroom was struck blind with one student missing. Police on the frequency named the missing student as 10th grader Leonard █████████. Immediately Dr.████████ mobilized alongside her task force: Mobile Task Force Psi-9 also known as "The Welcome Wagon". Psi-9 activated and geared up in low-profile loadouts armed with Foundation standard handguns, civilian clothes manufactured with a bulletproof carbon resistant weave, and a syringe filled with a strong sedative. Dr.████████ was convinced that she could bring it in this without alerting the remainder of the town.

Tracking Leonard using his phone's GPS locator led Psi-9 to a local diner where Dr.████████ and strike team member ████████ Vega, codename: "Freud" first encounter SCP-5545. Freud spotted the young man at the counter sitting next to a college-aged male in a leather jacket. Dr.████████ attempted to approach the anomaly but was grabbed by Freud and pulled into a nearby booth. When Dr.████████ attempted to object Freud pointed that the jacket the man next to SCP-5545 was wearing had two patches: the symbol of the GOC (Global Occult Coalition), and a blood-red Maltese Cross. The Blood Red Cross is a strike team on loan to the GOC from the reformed Holy Order of the Knights Templar which the Foundation has fought with on numerous occasions and it appeared that they had set their eyes on SCP-5545. The Blood Red Cross specifically is known for their hatred of the Foundation and tend to destroy anomalies on sight. SCP-5545 then demonstrated its ability to the man by appearing changing the contents of the glass in front of it; the man's demeanor appeared to change from curiosity to disappointment. The Templar then looked over his shoulder and instantly spotted and recognized the two as Foundation personnel and began trying to convince the anomaly that it was in danger and needed to come with him. The man stood up and attempted to lead SCP-5545 out of the back door.

Freud and Dr.████████ attempted to give chase when three more GOC Templars entered the diner from the front door. Before Dr.████████ could reach the door the GOC opened fire upon the two personnel, but before the soldiers could get a clear shot; Freud grabs Dr.████████ and leaps out of the window. Now in front of the diner, they land in the path of SCP-5545 and the young GOC agent where Freud and Dr.████████ are now blocking the way to the GOCs' Recovery vehicle. Freud Draws his pistol while the anomaly and soldier turn around and attempt to run in the other direction. Freud and Dr.████████ immediately give chase, and Freud manages to land a shot into the shoulder of the fleeing GOC agent. SCP-5545 then turns around and holds out his hand. It yells for Freud to stop chasing them, and suddenly a loud snapping sound is heard. Freud falls onto the ground appearing to have become paraplegic in an instant; SCP-5545 appears to be horrified by what just happened. Dr.████████ continues to chase SCP-5545; Freud dies in the process of fending off the other GOC agents.

The remaining Psi-9 operatives converge on Dr.████████ position on the outskirts of town when they catch up to SCP-5545. The younger GOC operative senses that he is backed into a corner and outnumbered. He grabs the SCP and takes him hostage holding a handgun to its head. The agent begins to claim that his mission is to "kill him if he can't take him in". Dr.████████ walks toward them and tells the agent that he won't kill SCP-5545. When the agent asks her why she says, "You already called it 'Him'". The agent hesitates and releases SCP-5545. SCP-5545 appears to turn its focus on one of the foundation agents' weapons; the firearm begins to glow red hot. The ammo inside the weapon begins to cook-off, plus the heat of the metal causes that agent to drop his weapon. Before SCP-5545 can focus his attention on another agent a member of Psi-9 injects SCP-5545 and takes it into custody.

As Psi-9 is about to take the GOC agent into custody the GOC agents from the diner arrive firing upon Foundation agents. The young Templar goes prone and Psi-9 takes off with minimal casualties. As Dr.████████ escapes with the SCP as the gunfire died down, she hears yelling from behind them, and she hears what she describes as loud thuds and shouting. Foundation personnel makes it to the containment vehicle and the mission is deemed a success. The Town and is subjected by the Foundation to an amnestic radio broadcast while SCP-5545s' parents are given class B amnestic and restructuring. While students were given a story about a freak lightning strike blinding SCP-5545s class.

**Test Log 1 **

Subject: SCP-5545
Procedure-1: SCP-5545 is roused by Dr.████████. D class D-24901, a man 2.01 meters tall is brought into the cell. SCP-5545 is asked to make the subject shorter.
Results: D-24901 begins to shrink. His proportions becoming more akin to that of someone who is less than 1.6 meters in height. This is accompanied by D-24901 crying out in pain and eventually collapsing from the pain of his bones fracturing and compacting to accommodate this change. SCP-5545 looks away covering its ears from the screams. D-24901 one is removed from the testing chamber and SCP-5545 is then sedated.
Analysis: It appears as though SCP-5545 can only make easy changes to traits that do not require anatomical restructuring. In that same line of thinking it appears that SCP-5545 cannot warp reality as it must adhere to the law of conservation of mass. This is evident in SCP-5545 not being able to take the bone away, but rather compact the bone.

Test Log 2

Subject: SCP-5545
Procedure: After SCP-5545 is awoken a monitor is wheeled in and SCP-5545 is subjected to the entirety of David Cronenberg's The Fly. Once the film concludes D-24902 is brought into the testing chamber. SCP-5545 is asked to turn the D-class subject into the creature from the end of the film.

Results: SCP-5545 attempts to refuse, saying it doesn't want to hurt anyone. Dr.████████ tells SCP-5545 to just see if some values or properties could cause that kind of transformation. SCP-5545 begins to concentrate; staring at D-5545 for approximately a full minute before giving an exasperated sigh. He then turns to Dr.████████ and says "I can't find that value". Testing is then concluded with the D-class being returned to his cell, and SCP-5545 is once again sedated.

Analysis: Dr.████████ believes that this test was not pointless. She claims that while SCP-5545 was unable to mimic the monster from the film. It appears that SCP-5545 needs to see a physical representation of a state before attempting to copy those traits. Dr.████████ submits a proposal for SCP-5545 to come into contact with other anomalous humanoid entities. So far, her proposals to the site overseer council have been summarily rejected.

Test Log 3

Subject: SCP-5545
Procedure: Two chairs are brought into SCP-5545's containment cell. It is asked to make one chair lighter and the other unusable.

Results: SCP-5545 focuses on the first chair, and a small pile of sawdust begins to form on the ground underneath the seat. Dr.████████ instructs one of the SCP-5545's guards to pick up the chair. The guard remarks that the chair has to be less than 3.4 kilograms. When the guard attempts to put the chair down the simple downward momentum causes the chair to become no more than splinters. When SCP-5545 focuses on the second chair, and nothing appears to happen. When the guard attempts to pick up the chair his hand phases through the chair. SCP-5545 seems surprised by this, and when asked about it, SCP-5545 said he was scrolling through random properties and found one called "probability". SCP-5545 was then asked to return the chair to its proper form to which SCP-5545 obliged, all testing materials were removed from the chamber, and SCP-5545 was returned to a comatose state.

Analysis: Dr.███████ believes that both results demonstrate that SCP-5545 must adhere to the conservation of matter. In both instances, SCP-5545 was unable to change the mass of an object. When this idea was challenged by another researcher; Dr.████████ claimed that the matter was not gone, but that SCP-5545 showed a live instance of quantum tunneling.

Interview Log 1

Interviewed: SCP-5545

Interviewer: Dr.████████

Foreword: Dr.████████ Interviews SCP-5545 to help it process some of its trauma.
<Begin Log>

Dr.████████: Can you tell me about the two incidents at the school?

SCP-5545: two?

Dr.████████: There were more?

SCP-5545: Not big things, no, but every now and again I'd ring a bell a minute early, or sharpen a pencil. I never wanted to be discovered.

Dr.████████: Then why the track incident?

SCP-5545: Aaron told my best friend his ponytail made him look like a girl. My buddy was inconsolable for weeks, guy doesn't have any self esteem to begin with. It was just a value tweak; I didn't plan for the school newspaper to take it to the local news and so on.

Dr.████████: And the classroom inciden-

SCP-5545: I DON'T… want to talk about that…

Dr.████████: Why?

SCP-5545: Because it's my favorite memory- WHY THE FUCK DO YOU THINK?

Dr.████████: I know it's difficult, but you need to talk about the experiences in order to get through it.

SCP-5545: *At a whisper* I had a boner…

Dr.████████: What?

SCP-5545: You heard me, I had a boner! ████████████████ pointed it out to the whole class when I went to answer a question on the board. My heart started racing, everyone was laughing, and I just yelled for them… not to look at me…

Dr.████████: You caused a mass change without concentration?

SCP-5545: Yes, the same thing happened when you and that agent came out of the diner. It was like a reflex. The file opened directly to a property called activeLeg value equals 2.

Dr.████████: And?

SCP-5545:I changed it to zero.

<End Log>

Closing Statement: SCP-5545 asks to go back to sleep. Dr.████████ administers anesthetics, and SCP-5545 is rendered unconscious.

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