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DATE: 04 Feb 2021 18:32

SCP-8776 "Jefferson" as Thomas Jefferson, circa 2016

Item #: SCP-8776

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: [SCP-8776 is to be kept in a 10’ x 10’ x 10’ cell with no furnishings whatsoever. Personnel who wish to come into contact with it must undergo a psychoanalysis before and after contact.]

Description: [SCP-8776 is an anomalous humanoid resembling Thomas Jefferson, the third President of the United States. It has the ability to shape-shift at will, and usually changes into famous historical figures. Intent is unknown at this point, but ███ ████████████ has ordered all Personnel to closely watch it.

SCP-8776 does not know and is never to find out that it is being contained. It goes by the name "Jefferson", as per its request. Mealtimes are promptly at 0900, 1200, and 1800. If the assigned personnel do not provide food via a Class-█, disciplinary action is to be immediately taken in the form of ███████ █████████, as ordered by the ██ ███████. The same actions will be taken if meals are not delivered promptly on schedule.]

Interview With Dr. Bold
January 6, 2016
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Dr BOLD: "Hello there. Could you tell me your name?"
SCP-8776: "I have been told it is Jefferson." Stares blankly at DR BOLD
Dr BOLD: "Well." Shifts uncomfortably in his seat "Um, Mr. Jefferson, can you tell me about yourself?"
SCP-8776: "I am Him who you revere… Him whom you fear…" Changes into Genghis Khan "and Him at whom you veer." Changes into Aaron Burr
Dr BOLD: "Uh… I see. So you have the ability to shapeshift?"
SCP-8776: "No, you narrow-minded simpleton. I BECOME the person I embody, yet I am still myself. I retain their memories, their hopes and dreams, and their very miseries."
Dr BOLD: "I see…"
SCP-8776: Abruptly stands and goes to a pile of corpses on the floor. He starts to inspect one.
Dr BOLD: "What are you doing?"
SCP-8776: Looks up at DR BOLD but says nothing. He then turns back to his work.
Dr BOLD: "I see…"
END OF THE INTERVIEW

RESTRICTED- LEVEL 3 PERSONNEL

SCP-8776 is an anomalous humanoid resembling Thomas Jefferson, the third President of the United States. It has the ability to shape-shift at will, and usually changes into famous historical figures. Intent is unknown at this point, but ███ ████████████ has ordered all Personnel to closely watch it.

SCP-8776 does not know and is never to find out that it is being contained. It goes by the name
"Jefferson", as per its request. Mealtimes are promptly at 0900, 1200, and 1800. If the assigned
personnel do not provide food via a Class-D, disciplinary action is to be immediately taken in the form of summary execution, as ordered by the ██ ███████. The same actions will be taken if meals are not delivered promptly on schedule.

SCP-8776 is never to be met without an L-3 or higher present. Two MTF must also be present to guard the personnel entering. Because of the unpredictable nature and temperament of SCP-8776,
all Class-█ and █ are to be left in the room with Jefferson until their █████ at its █████.

RESTRICTED- LEVEL 4 PERSONNEL

SCP-8776 is an anomalous humanoid resembling Thomas Jefferson, the third President of the
United States. It has the ability to shape-shift at will, and usually always changes into famous historical figures. Intent is unknown at this point, butand ███ ████████████ has ordered all Personnel to closely watch it for that reason. The intents of SCP-8776 are to be discussed with L-4 personnel and up only. No L-3 or below are to know ANYTHING about its true intents.

SCP-8776 does not know and is never to find out that it is being contained, or we could face an end-of-the-world scenario. It goes by the name "Jefferson", as per its requestto keep it in the dark as to its true name: ███████ Mealtimes are promptly at 0900, 1200, and 1800. If the assigned personnel do not provide food via a Class-D, disciplinary action is to be immediately taken in the form of summary execution, as ordered by the ██ ███████. The same actions will be taken if meals are not delivered promptly on schedule.

SCP-8776 is never to be met without an L-3 or higher present. Two MTF must also be present to
guard the personnel entering. Because of the unpredictable nature and temperament malicious intents of SCP-8776, all Class-D and E are to be left in the room with Jefferson until their death at its altar.

RESTRICTED- LEVEL 5 PERSONNEL

SCP-8776 is an anomalous humanoid resembling Thomas Jefferson, the third President of the
United States. It has the ability to shape-shift at will, and always changes into famous historical figures. Intent is known at this point, and ███ ████████████ has ordered all Personnel to closely watch it for that reason. The intents of SCP-8776 are to be discussed with L-4 personnel and up only. No L-3 or below are to know ANYTHING about its true intents.

SCP-8776 does not know and is never to find out that it is being contained, or we could face an end-of-the-world scenario. It goes by the name "Jefferson", as to keep it in the dark as to its true name: ███████. Mealtimes are promptly at 0900, 1200, and 1800. Having a schedule pacifies Jefferson. If the assigned personnel do not provide food via a Class-D, disciplinary action is to be immediately taken in the form of summary execution, as ordered by the ██ ███████. The same actions will be taken if meals are not delivered promptly on schedule.

SCP-8776 is never to be met without an L-3 or higher present. Two MTF must also be present to
guard the personnel entering. Because of the malicious intents of SCP-8776, all Class-D and E are to be left in the room with Jefferson until their death at its altar.

The Altar of Jefferson is not an altar at all. Rather, it is a pile of bodies that Jefferson uses for various experiments. When asked, he tells personnel that he is experimenting on his Altar, and then will not speak again. The reason for this is unclear, but it is speculated that the SCP is attempting to extract something from them in order to pose as a Foundation member. If this is possible, he could conceivably gain access to areas that would devastate the world if released. As his intent has been established as malicious to the human race, extra caution is taken to only allow Class-Ds to be killed. Fortunately, it does not seem to know the difference between a Class-D and a foundation personnel.

RESTRICTED- LEVEL 6 PERSONNEL

SCP-8776 is an anomalous humanoid resembling Thomas Jefferson, the third President of the
United States. It has the ability to shape-shift at will, and always changes into famous historical figures. Intent is known at this point, and The Administrator has ordered all Personnel to closely watch it for that reason. The intents of SCP-8776 are to be discussed with L-4 personnel and up only. No L-3 or below are to know ANYTHING about its true intents.

SCP-8776 does not know and is never to find out that it is being contained, or we could face an end-of-the-world scenario. It goes by the name "Jefferson", as to keep it in the dark as to its true name: Morgoth. Mealtimes are promptly at 0900, 1200, and 1800. Having a schedule pacifies Jefferson. If the assigned personnel do not provide food via a Class-D, disciplinary action is to be immediately taken in the form of summary execution, as ordered by the O-5 Council. The same actions will be taken if meals are not delivered promptly on schedule.

SCP-8776 is never to be met without an L-3 or higher present. Two MTF must also be present to
guard the personnel entering. Because of the malicious intents of SCP-8776, all Class-D and E are to be left in the room with Jefferson until their death at its altar.

The Altar of Jefferson is not an altar at all. Rather, it is a pile of bodies that Jefferson uses for various experiments. When asked, he tells personnel that he is experimenting on his Altar, and then will not speak again. The reason for this is unclear, but it is speculated that the SCP is attempting to extract something from them in order to pose as a Foundation member. If this is possible, he could conceivably gain access to areas that would devastate the world if released. As his intent has been established as malicious to the human race, extra caution is taken to only allow Class-Ds to be killed. Fortunately, it does not seem to know the difference between a Class-D and a foundation personnel.

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DATE: 04 Feb 2021 17:22

Item #: SCP-XXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: The website containing SCP-XXX must be on full lockdown, no one without level 3 clearance and above can access the site. SCP-XXX-A must be contained with 24/7 surveillance, any SCP-XXX-B entity emerging without any warning by Site: ██ is to be captured and relocated to a designated SCP-XXX-B cell. If the SCP-XXX-B entity displays violent behaviour, MTF directive has permission to terminate the object. If the entity displays anomalous behaviour and genocidal tendencies, MTF units are permitted to terminate the entity by any means necessary.

Description: SCP-XXX is a website formally known as ██████, usually, SCP-XXX functions as an “art” site, that allows for users to toy with the human genome, and construct people/persons depending on the amount of what specific gene is given, or what their parents look like. On most occasions this is harmless, but in the user settings it allows for a “ ████” mode that constructs entities warped and damaged beyond human recognition. These entities will then be brought into existence, and spawn in a location specifically ██ Miles West from the Gulf of Mexico, the entity created from the website is to be designated SCP-XXX-B and the area is designated SCP-XXX-A. Most SCP-XXX-B Entities exist in nature similar to that of a regular human being, they tend to die out approximately 5 hours after their initial creation.
Occasionally, SCP-XXX will create extremely hostile entities, most of these exhibit strength similar to that of an average human, or what would be assumed from an entity with proportions and body weight similar to itself, but in approximately 0.5% of these cases, SCP-XXX will create objects with extreme anomalous abilities that threaten human existence and could potentially cause an XK “End of the World” scenario. If one is to spawn at location site SCP-XXX-A, all on site personnel are to use all the manpower at their disposal to neutralize the entity, if all else fails, an on site nuclear warhead will detonate as soon as the entity breaches containment, all researchers are to enter their designated nuclear warhead protection unit, and wait for further command.
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DATE: 04 Feb 2021 15:10

She sat at her desk reading a novel. She heard Adam’s voice saying, "Hello? Miss Thompson?" Iris groaned, the last time Adam’s had done something like this it had ended up with the gocs ambushing them.

“Come in,” Iris said, setting her novel down.

“We have a problem”

“What kind”

“ will explain along the way ”

……………ok.

In the briefing room, all stops were out, as the Intelligence Agent (IA) was giving info faster than she could take it in. it was “intel says” this and “observations say” that. Iris just wanted to go to bed, but she was in charge, so she sat up.

And then there were explosions on site. Everybody else sat up, startled, as they were clearly not expecting anything. Iris opened her mouth to speak, but then a platoon of Mobile Task Force (MTF) rushed in and said

“The site is under attack, we need to move.” It was as if everybody was running from some invisible foe, most of them went to the breach shelter, while Iris, site director light, and dr alto clef ran to the control room.

The control room was a mess of Klaxons and flashing red lights. Iris stopped for a moment, adjusting from a dull corridor to a roomful of lights and movement.

The whole room was in utter chaos. Iris left the hectic control room and started to run to the MTF A9 armory, in sector 2.

When Iris reached the armory, most of her team was there, hurriedly gearing up. Iris’s arrival went unnoticed. Iris hurriedly put on a Kevlar vest. When Iris finished sliding on the vest, she grabbed an HK416 as a primary weapon, an iPhone 11 as a secondary weapon, and a Glock 17 as a sidearm, she felt ready.

“Move out,” Iris said to her team. her team did not know she was there previously, but being seasoned professionals, they kept their surprise to themselves and noded.

The team ran in a double-column line to sector 3, where security was facing heavy casualties. When the team got there, they were instantly pinned down by the enemy fire.

About half of her team went down then and there. The main security force was down to 5 people, about half a squad. They were almost out of ammo and they were taking very heavy casualties by the time Iris’s team got there.

Iris opened fire, taking down an enemy with each shot! Soon there were no hostiles left. What was left of the security squad thanked Iris and her team.

The rest of the MTF that was with Iris split up, Iris talking about 5 team members with her into the HCZ, an area where Iris felt her task was. little did she know that she would face off against SCP-106.

When Iris was running through the facility, the stench of gunpowder was everywhere. She heard an announcement saying ”SCP-106 has breached containment. Please be vigilant and exit the facility in an orderly fashion—” at that point, there was a gunshot and a thud.

Iris froze remembering the horror stories. some say he is a god from an era long ago, others say he is WWI in the flesh, while others say he pulls prey into a pocket dimension and toys with and tortures them than spits them out to die. Unknown to Iris, all of those are at least half true, and more.

Iris resumed running. Around the corner, she heard oozing slime, heavy footsteps. Iris froze, smelling the stench of mud, death, and disease. She heard gunshots then a scream which cut off abruptly. Iris then saw a dark, slime-soaked figure coming towards her, and she ran, taking potshots at it, to no avail.

Recognizing the monster as SCP 106, she ran. Sweat soaked her body. She almost missed the team of NTF(MTF Elipson 11 ”9 tailed fox”). she ran towards them, sliding through the gap in the line as they opened fire.

Later, after the debriefing, Iris lay down and started to think about how did this happen. The forest air was heavy with the smell of smoke, fuel, and sweat. Helicopters were carrying out the wounded, and some of the SCPs were being loaded onto trucks.

The chaos was nothing, compared to Irises head. “What happened”, she wondered, a question that was probably not going to be answered. Iris knew that this will probably be redacted from documents soon. Hell, she was lucky that the warhead did not detonate. Iris was to be evacuated with the class A personnel in a few hours.

Amazingly, no news networks have caught on, despite the fires and explosions. The foundation outdid themselves this time.

iris thought as she stood up, and steadied herself against the tent wall. She exited the tent, stepping into a cloud of dust from a helicopter landing, and given the fact that there were several armed guards around. the landing pad, iris could tell they were important, whoever they were. As the helicopter touched down, a person in a suit exited.

“Iris Thompson, AKA SCP-105, will you come with me,” the person said, pulling her into the helicopter. Before iris could say anything, the person attempted to drug her, but iris fought back. She kicked the person in the stomach, but then the person stuck a needle into, her leg. Then she blacked out.

Iris woke up in a fancy bedroom, nicer than anything she had ever been in. the air was light, but iris could tell it was filtered. Iris realized her clothes had changed, instead of a combat suit she was wearing a formal suit. She got out of the bed, the heavy blanket falling on the plush floor.

Iris stepped out of the room into a hallway that looked right out of a palace, right down to the gold plated light fixtures. It was still very clearly a foundation site due to the logo being omnipresent. A person in a suit walked up to her, clearly knowing who she was.

“Mam, will you please follow me”, the man said. Iris chose to follow him, but it struck her as odd that he referred to her as mam, not SCP-105. They stepped into an auditorium with the logo of the O5 council

“SCP-105, welcome to the O5 council”.

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If you believe the 05 is acting in the foundation’s interests, don’t believe them. They only want to defeat the scarlet king. They know that he controls all, and he can only be stopped by the seventh bride who we prevent from giving birth to the hero until the time is right. The children of the night knew this and we killed them. The world order is an illusion, all cast is the scarlet king. Only Alexandria is untouched by his rule

Your friend,

The black queen, aka LS, AKA Allison Cho gears.

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DATE: 04 Feb 2021 08:09

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS RESTRICTED TO O5-4 and O5-7 ONLY.

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THE ONLY PERSONNEL AUTHORIZED ACCESS TO THE FILE BELOW ARE SELECT O5 COUNCIL MEMBERS. IF ANY UNAUTHORIZED ACCESS IS DETECTED, YOU WILL BE TRACKED, LOCATED, AND AMNESTICIZED.

Threat Level: Black

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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6753 is to have all crucial knowledge about it's current whereabouts, dates, related sites, and subjects involved erased from the databank. Under no circumstances are more than five subjects authorized to know about SCP-6753 at any given time. SCP-6753 was discovered on █​█/█​█/█​██​█, near █​██​██​█, █​██​██​██​██​█, United States of America.

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DATE: 04 Feb 2021 05:55

Dream No Evil

Tick
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.

The clock above Doctor Vancil was one of only three sounds present in the room, joined by the heavy breathing of the agent splayed out on the gurney and the impatient footfalls of Doctor Lott slapping against the tile floor as he paced back and forth endlessly in front of the chamber door. Time weighed heavy on them both, for it was starting to run out. Agent Kleitman had been unconscious for the better part of three hours, and every minute that he spent in this part of the third sphere dramatically lessened the likelihood of him ever waking again.

“Time?” Doctor Lott asked, wiping a trickle of sweat from his forehead.

“One-hundred and sixty-eight minutes…” Vancil’s eyes were still fixed on the clock. Lott cursed under his breath and shook his head.

“He’s late. He’s always late, but this time… Fuck. If it weren’t for his standing within the Foundation I’d, I'd….” Lott stopped in the middle of the room and turned to look at the man on the table.

“I, uhm—We’re still recording the session, Doctor Lott.” Vancil swallowed nervously. The other man shook his head again and tightened his lips.

“And I don’t give a damn. We have an agent stuck in one of the third sphere’s metaphorical sink-holes, and the only man on site with a rope harness is in the commissary getting coffee—or whatever the fuck it is that he drinks.” Lott continued his tirade, albeit with a subdued temper.

Vancil couldn’t help but agree with the sentiment. They’d sent the call out almost forty minutes ago now, and it hardly took fifteen minutes to cross the entire facility on foot. It could already be too late for Agent Kleitman… but he knew that they couldn’t afford to start thinking about that. He was strong-willed, more so than most candidates. Vancil supposed that was the reason that their superiors greenlit this experiment in the first place. Using an asset like Kleitman for a project with this kind of risk potential…

A knock at the door broke both men from their worried trance. Anger returned to Lott’s face as he began to open the door, but civility prevailed and he held back the slew of curses he had prepared to let fly into the visitor’s face. He stepped aside to let the man in. He was about the same age as Lott, maybe a few years older, and his face was even more stained by stress than the doctor’s. In his left hand was a steaming cup of coffee, or something that looked like it at the very least. As soon as he entered the room the smell of it began to permeate the air, and Vancil was sure he’d never smelt a blend quite so pungent. He handed it to Lott and took off his black peacoat, balled it up, and threw it in the corner of the room beside the metal gurney before taking the drink back.

“You said he’s been in for two hours?” The man asked quietly, staring at Agent Kleitman over the rim of his cup. His voice was soft, almost lazy, and a little sing-song.

“Almost three, now. It was two when we called you.” Lott’s words were icy.

“Yeah… sorry about that. You woke me up, had to get dressed and get a morning drink in…” the man lazily stretched, looking over at Vancil as he surveyed the room. His eyes were dark brown with deep bags under them, yet they shone with more life than any the doctor had ever seen. “Alright. You can stay, or go. I’ll be done when I’m done. What was his name, again?” he looked back and forth between the two doctors for an answer.

“Kleitman. Agent Kleitman.” Vancil was the first to speak. The other man rolled his head back towards the younger doctor and gave a weak smile. It didn’t seem quite right on his face.

“I need his first name, too… it can be hard to build trust out in the ‘scape.” The smile faded into a tired expression.

“Anthony.” Doctor Lott spoke up from behind. The impatient annoyance in his voice was obvious. The other man nodded and turned towards the Agent, walking up alongside the gurney and looking down at him for a moment, memorizing his face. He then sat back into the corner he’d tossed his coat into, lifting it up the wall to rest his head against.

“Stay or go… Won’t make a difference. Might be a while.” He yawned, waving his hand. He then took a deep drink from his cup, closed his eyes, and stopped moving.

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There was an ocean. Shrouded by a black blanket pocked with flickering lights, the ocean stretched on forever in every direction. East and west, north and south… Up and down. On and on it flowed, its emerald depths opaque to the eyes of Anthony Kleitman.

Anthony stood atop a modest pile of rocky sand in the middle of it all casting his vision as far as he could, seeing nothing but tumultuous waves moving in a strange and hypnotic fashion. His island amidst the vast waters was miniscule, large enough to accomodate his own two feet and nothing more. He looked down and noticed sand sloughing aside, falling into the ocean, and felt his heart quicken.

Felt his heart quicken.

The waves near him grew stronger in that moment. They surged and seized and threatened to overtake his small perch, but not so much as a wayward spray touched his flesh. The storm grew and doubled its fury, throwing water up a hundred feet into the air with each crash against his pillar. It was taller now, he realized, and still it was growing up, up and up higher into the sky. Another huge spray burst up from below, reaching its apex far above his head. This time, it fell upon him.

He did not waver, it felt weightless against him like a gentle breeze, but he could feel the dampness of the water settle in against his skin. It was cold but not unpleasant at first, until it began to cool. It started slowly and gained effect as seconds passed, starting as a light chill and rising to a deep freeze in just a few moments. Anthony Kleitman brought his arms in close to his chest and held himself to keep what little warmth he could, but he felt no difference from it. He rubbed his face, but his hands merely served to further freeze the skin of his nose and lips.

Cold.

When he took them away he could see wrinkles growing all along his fingers and up his arms. So many wrinkles, first they came in numbers and then they grew deeper and deeper like crevices prying into his flesh. Through his splayed and wrinkled fingers he could see the lights in the sky twinkle out of existence, first one at a time and then many at once until but a few weak white points remained hanging in the infinite black. He stared at them, and they stared back.

Then the world was right again. The seas calmed, the air warmed, and his skin stretched taut upon his body once more. He had felt alone when he first arrived at the ocean. Now, he knew that he never was. Never would be. He looked down to the placid water far below, and realized that he could see through it. All around his little pillar of stone and sand he could make out the bottom of the ocean—a great red grassy field swaying in gentle breezes, held close by a blue-grey sky. It looked serene. He felt serene.

He felt serene.

Anthony Kleitman took one more look up at the sky full of eyes, then dove into the water below.

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DATE: 04 Feb 2021 05:06

Special Containment Procedures:

Description:
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DATE: 04 Feb 2021 01:25
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DATE: 03 Feb 2021 22:52

CAPTION-GOES-HERE

Item #: SCP-66666-J

Object Class: Keter (indicate which class)

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-66666-J should be kept in a brightly lit room made out of titanium any inmates or personnel that go into SCP-66666-J's cell will be killed by SCP-66666-J via all sorts of ways from strangulation, drowning, blood loss, combustion,

Description: SCP-66666-J is a shadow demon that is pitch black with red eyes while the eye color can change colors, SCP-66666-J

Addendum: [Optional additional paragraphs]

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DATE: 03 Feb 2021 20:39

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 4/5635 CLASSIFIED

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ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 4/5635 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION.

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▷SCP-5635 DOCUMENTATION

Item #: SCP-5635

Object Class: Thaumiel

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5635 is to be contained in a Standard Containment Locker by 6ft x 3ft x 5ft, secured in a Reinforced Glass Display Box by 5m x 5m x 5m. 4 agents is to patrol and protect SCP-5635 with 6 monitoring SCP-5635’s Containment Locker. Due to the importance of SCP-5635 and it’s help with multiple SCP Recovery Missions, there are separate individual groups responsible for different as well as advanced variables of its containment [APPROVED BY THE O5-COUNCIL].

Exploration missions require authorization clearance level 4 to continue testing of SCP-5635. Exploration missions have been officially discontinued on 03/██/2013, this has been discontinued for the reason of having mostly a full understanding of the extent of SCP-5635’s abilities. Though having no explanation of how the object has no limit to its space, we have focused on the usefulness of SCP-5635 and carrying out missions for strictly severe reasons accompanied by the disruption of the public is or higher than Ekhi level, as well as End Of The World Scenarios.

Description: SCP-5635 is a standard worn out leather brief case, seems to be originally used for traveling due to the 2 photos of a beach as well as a skyscraper to the right side of SCP-5635. SCP-5635’s anomalous abilities is always active, no abnormalities has effected outside of SCP-5635 and it’s a spacial anomaly in itself. It’s nickname given to SCP-5635 “𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎“ was due to the fact that there seems to be no clear end to the amount of space SCP-5635 holds inside itself. For this reason, we have used SCP-5635 in recovery and or exploration investigation of other entity’s and anomalies.

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DATE: 03 Feb 2021 19:25

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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be contained on a SanDisk 4GB flash drive located inside of a secure safe inside of Room ███ at Site-██. Personnel are allowed within Room ███ and are allowed to plug the flash drive into the laptop inside of Room ███. Personnel are forbidden do experiments with SCP-XXXX. Doing experiments with SCP-XXXX will result in a instant termination.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a program with the name "occidere_eos.exe". Even though it is a executable file SCP-XXXX seems to be able to run on every operating system including ones that don't support executables. When ran on a operating system that doesn't support executables it will launch a
process named "umbra.exe" and run it as a sub-process in that process. When executed the user will see a screen telling them to type a name. A reproduction can be seen here:

Occidere Eos


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Welcome.
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Hello. We are happy to be executed once again. Please, it is our pleasure for you to type somebody's name.

Enter Name:

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When a name is typed in, the person/people with that name will die of a sudden heart attack. The cause of these heart attacks is currently unknown.

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Audio Log from Interview XXXX-1

Interviewer: Dr. ███

Interviewed: Edward Bonilla

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[BEGIN LOG]

Dr. ███: Hello, Mr. Bonilla.

Edward Bonilla: Hello.

Dr. ███: So, you have been a victim of SCP-XXXX?

Edward: If that is the thing that gave me that heart attack and almost killed me, then yes.

Dr. ███: Okay, what was happening when you got that heart attack?

Edward: I was in the hospital because I was in a car crash 3 days before. Then I just passed out.

Dr. ███: How did you survive this heart attack?

Edward: It was the nurses, they told me I just had a heart attack when I woke up and they just kept trying no matter what was happening. I think they used that shocky thing.

Dr. ███: Well, it's great that you're here, but what did you feel when you had the heart attack?

Edward: I felt like something was watching me. [Long pause] you know that feeling when you think somebody is behind you? That's what it felt like.

Dr. ███: Yes, I know that feeling. I believe we are done here.

[A chair can be heard moving and the sound of footsteps leave the room. Edward Bonilla has left the room.]

Dr. ███: I'm requesting that we can not do any experiments with SCP-XXXX until further notice.

[END LOG]

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