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DATE: 08 Jun 2021 12:50

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Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: The subject is to kept in a 15 by 15 meter room sealed by 2 metal doors with a airlock separating them. The room must contain a forest with a medium size cave. Security cameras are to be placed inside the cave and in the trees. The entrance must be guarded with at least two security officers equiped with rifles loaded with 308 winchester rounds. To enter the room the security officers must unlock the door by using two keycards. Should the subject escape nonsecurity personnel are evacate 1 mile from the complex. The security are to be equiped rifles loaded with 308 winchester rounds to subdue the subject. Should the subject become to dangerous the rifles must be reloaded with 308 winchester explosive rounds to eliminate subject.

Description: The scp subject resembles a male black bear combined with others creatures. The scp is 1.2192 meters tall when standing on 4 legs. When standing on 2 legs he is 2.4384 meters tall. He is 2.1336 long. The size of a subject is abnormally large compared to other black bears. It has eyes that are shaded with silver and red gleeming eyes look as if their were part of robot. The ears are replaced with a deer horns made of chromium yet the subject is still able to hear. The subject mimics teeth from dogs yet are harder then dog's teeth by 10 times. It has a rattle snake tail yet when shaken it no sound emits. The subject has different number of fingers on each paw. All the fingers have unique shaped claws, but all are razor-sharp. The skin is made unidentified type of metal and on the mos hardness scale it is only stronger then steel. Subject has powerful regenerative properties. It can recover from lost of a limb, being set on fire. lost of their head, acdic wounds, and etc.

Addendum: The subject was first found by two hunters. Only one hunter survived the encounter sadly. A scp agent was undecover when the hunter was went to the police station. The agent interview the hunter then given amnestics. The agent sent a mobile containment unit. The squad was equiped with automatic assault rifles. Only 1 security agent survived the encounter. When asked why they couldn't capture the beast he responded with the rifles were uneffective. That they couldn't pierce its skin. As a result of this a another squad was sent in, but equiped rifles equiped with 308 winchester rounds1 The capture of the beast was successful and was transported to site-19.

Addendum: Subject attempts multiple escape attempts. When the subject was put in a room that resembles a forest. Dr.Woodrew requested a artificial forest with a cave put in the chamber. The request was approved, by director of site 19. At the time of writing all
escape attempts have ceased.

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DATE: 08 Jun 2021 12:14
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DATE: 08 Jun 2021 06:25

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: EUCLID

Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of SCP-XXXX there is no substantial containment procedure at this time.

Description: SCP-XXXX is what can most closely be described as a dream experienced by a seemingly random variety of humans. Though the only details that can be obtained is through “survivors” of SCP-XXXX, research personnel are beginning to grasp a clearer understanding of its functionality. Gaining information on SCP-XXXX has been exceedingly difficult as most who are believed to have experienced it have failed to wake, falling into an incurable coma. Through the use of online message boards, field investigators were able to find a comparatively small group of individuals who all state they have experienced the same dream, or The Spiral Doors, as they commonly refer to it.
Within the dream, every individual has stated they begin in a lush countryside setting standing before a 19th century farm house, completed with 3 stories and a wrap around porch. Upon close inspection it appears to be a normal house. Looking through the windows reveals average furnishings for the time period, even a large barn and rolling farmland behind where it sits. All in all, completely normal. Where it starts to get weird, is the moment an individual decides to step inside. Those who don’t report they simply woke up after their decision.
Once inside, each individual reports they are met with, not the lovely 19th century furnishings seen from the outside windows, but instead a large round room, completely foreign in shape and size from the supposed layout of the house they had just seen. A look around brings to sight a variety of different modeled doors encircling the room, along with a spiral staircase reaching up along the circumference. The doors continue intermittently following the staircase upwards. From here, no doors appear to be the same. In the very center stands an elevator shaft. The doors strand closed with a sign that reads: “OUT OF ORDER”. Should they thing to turn around, they find the front door they just stepped through, to have vanished.
At this point, all individuals perceive a different variety of doors, each description of the first few never matching another’s. Although, all report feeling a sudden sense of dread. The quick feeling of a fight or flight response urging them toward any door as fast as possible. Most say they beeline for the closest door, others making it a couple flights before giving into the severely uneasy feeling. Some say a few doors were locked before finding an open one. From here each specific experience varies. In summary what the doors lead to are a multitude of different rooms or buildings. Some are as average as a bedroom for even bathroom, others are complete apartment complexes or businesses. It is though that each door leads to a specific kind of building space, be it large or small. The only access to these spaces is through one of the doors from the spiral staircase. Though the spaces often have windows, nothing but blackness can be perceived through them. Electricity and lighting appear to function normally.
None can say why the center makes them feel so frightened as none have seen anything to provoke such. Each one simply wakes up after exploring enough to happen across a door that leads back outside. Each description of the outside door is different from the other, leading researchers to believe that each layout of doors, regardless of similarly experienced rooms, is random.
Each individual explains they see no people, animals, or even plants during their explorations. It is thought that each instance of “The Spiral Doors” is specifically tailored to each individual and perhaps those in a coma have not been lucky enough to find the way out. However since those asleep cannot speak for themselves, that actual number of those affected is a matter of theory. There is no clear pattern of those interviewed among the “survivors” and all state they never had the dream again.
There is no solid way to contain SCP-XXXX at this time. While it is not thought to be highly dangerous as none are sure to have actually died from it, any information that could lead to a pattern or clearer understanding would greatly benefit those who are believed to have experienced the (as of now) negative effects.

ADDED NOTES:
5/30/21
-Since its discovery two years prior, a small yet noticeable amount of humans have fallen into comas, suspected to be the result of SCP-XXXX.

6/7/2021
- Field investigators have begun looking into a specific individual who is said to have experienced SCP-XXXX more than once, the only known to do so. Individual will be brought to research site [REDACTED] for interview and testing.

Author notes:
More scp’s relating to this particular one are in the works, as well as interview and report documents, also a tale and various refinements.
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DATE: 08 Jun 2021 05:27

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Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Appolyon

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is not to be constructed and/or spoken by any Foundation personnel, except for Class D personnel involved in testing. Discussing the roots of SCP-XXXX is also forbidden. There are currently no known methods of preventing the usage of SCP-XXXX by any who fall victim to its effects. Tests can only be ran with the approval of a member of the Overseer Council. Currently, SCP-XXXX can only be recorded through the single sheet of paper it is written on, stored in a folder within a locked drawer in Dr. ███████'s desk. Opening this file is forbidden unless necessary for testing purposes. Recording SCP-XXXX using audio recording devices will no longer be attempted..

Description: SCP-XXXX is a word of Latin origin which combines the verb, ████████ (to █████) with the noun ████ (██████). The usage of the word has no known history beyond the meaning, and it is unlikely the usage will spread when any instance of it appears. The word is capable of transferring knowledge of itself into the minds of individuals whom have had family that previously fell under its effect. SCP-XXXX appears as a thought in the mind of these individuals, who then have an urge to speak or shout the word. A subject saying the word means all nearby individuals who hear it now know it, causing them to also say or shout the word. For 46 seconds after initially hearing SCP-XXXX, there is no noticeable occurrence, and everything seems as it was before the word was spoken. Upon 46 seconds being passed, all subjects affected by SCP-XXXX slowly begin disappearing and "fading" out of existence for 3 to 13 seconds. It is currently not possible to make physical contact with the subject during this moment. Some clothing items go with a disappearing individual, but small accessory items do not.

When audio recordings are made of SCP-XXXX, the device used will function normally for 46 seconds until suddenly it can no longer be used. Recording a subject saying it only works for visuals - an audio recording always ends in corruption or the inability to use related devices. This makes keeping knowledge of the anomaly very difficult. When the successful recordings have been shown to deaf individuals who can read lips, they cannot tell what word is being said as "there is nothing that looks remotely similar" to the mouth of the subject speaking.

The Foundation has been breached on 2 occasions by SCP-XXXX. Knowledge of the first incident is limited, as all recordings were lost due to the effect on electronic equipment. A total loss of 41 personnel were lost, including 3 researchers, 15 security personnel, and 23 D-Class personnel.

Following the first incident, it was immediately clear that the cause was anomalous in nature.

On the second incident, SCP-XXXX was spoken by D-87799382, causing a total loss of 212 Foundation personnel, including 142 D-Class personnel, 44 security personnel, and 26 researchers. This lasted around 4 minutes starting with D-87799382 shouting the word to nearby security and D-Class personnel, and ending with researchers hearing it from nearby security personnel. The final minute was a panic as all subjects who heard the word began understanding they would disappear shortly. The word was written across the top of a sheet of paper by a researcher, and placed in a folder before another wrote "DO NOT READ" across it. Footage of the incident was corrupted, but removing the audio from the automatic backups helped to save it. It took an additional loss of 2 personnel specialized in language to write out the origin and meaning of the word after the event. 12 D-Class personnel were then lost in the failed recording of the word, which destroyed several types of audio equipment. No individuals involved were notified of the effects of the word, other than official personnel being told not to read or say what is on the paper. (See Testing Logs).

After an extremely thorough search of all lost individuals in the first incident, it was discovered afterwards that the event could only have been caused by facility guard █████ ████████, whose first cousin went missing along with 5 friends during a camping trip. All close relatives of those missing are currently being monitored, but nothing can yet be done to prevent disappearance or usage of SCP-XXXX. Three (3) relatives have already disappeared, seemingly through usage of the word. Two (2) were related to one individual, making disappearances seemingly random. Approval for termination of these relatives (as to not spread the word further) is pending.

A look into D-87799382's family history showed his mother went missing around 8 years ago, with absolutely no trace of her left behind. She was last seen at a work-related event, which nobody attending ever returned from, except for a single deaf individual. No close relatives exist of D-87799382, but distant relatives are being monitored with no notable events taking place.

Addendum 1 - Incident 1

Addendum 2- Test Logs
(adden: someone who cant say it to others, someone who cant speak, incident of when it was obtained, the 2 researchers writing it down and disappearing, animal, deaf guy interview?)

include email of how it's not allowed to become a part of a bigger project

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DATE: 08 Jun 2021 05:18
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Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of SCP-XXXX, containment is neither possible or necessary. In the unlikely event that an individual is affected by SCP-XXXX, said person is to be taken into custody, and any witnesses are to be given appropriate amnestic treatment.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a variable television advertisement which is capable of manifesting on any channel. When a viewer purchases an advertised item, they will experience the transformation of the skin of their back into dollar bills, totaling in the amount the viewer paid for the item. No harm occurs to the subject, and they are able to operate as if the change had never occured. The items advertised by SCP-XXXX are always of very poor quality and commercial value. Examples include: a pile of feces, a blade of grass, a damaged disk of the film Super Mario Bros., a grain of sand, and three shards of glass.

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DATE: 08 Jun 2021 01:52
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Chapter 01. A Hardworking Dock Manager

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Tomoyo Tamika, a dock manager at the Havo City Docks.

City Security flies above and around the city and between the buildings in their small, three-man ships. The majestic towers and beautiful streets are filled with people, horses, and cars. A train could be seen running through the city, transporting civilians from one district to the next. The tracks merge and separate, creating massive railyards at the city center and the docks.

In the docks, hammering, machinery, and shouting fill the air. The airships cautiously direct their tips towards the docking towers, perfectly locking in. Civilians load up into the massive ships as workers shuffle left and right, carrying cargo and tying down the ships to anchors on each dock. They come and go, being pushed back and taking off to make room for the incoming ships.

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The City of Havo.

"LET'S GET THOSE CEDARS UP!" Tomoyo shouts towards the workers. She watches as two smaller airships are pushed back and launched into the air. Resting her hands on her hips, Tomoyo steps back a little, unaware of the heavily clothed man behind her, and bumps into him.

"Oop! Sorry about that," she exclaims, turning briefly to look at the man.

The man replies, "No worries, just wondering-"

Tomoyo runs off before the man can finish his sentence, shouting, "I NEED FOUR ON THE PORT SIDE!" Quickly grabbing a rope and tying down a docking ship.

After tying the ship to the ground, she looks back at the man, covered in head to toe in fabric, his face barely visible. Her eyes then direct themselves to his friend. He appeared young, with white hair and goggles, looking as if he was being dragged along with the man. Tomoyo subconsciously brings her hand up to her own white bangs before remembering she was still at work.

"FIVE SEVEN EIGHT!" She shouts towards the dock workers.

"COPY!" The workers shout back at her as four airships leave the dock.

She briefly looks back where the mysterious man and his white-haired friend were, noticing they had disappeared. A dock communications officer shouts to her.

"TAMIKO!" He shouts, "WE HAVE TWO FEDERATION SHIPS COMING IN AT DOCKS NINE AND TEN!"

"COPY!" She shouts back, "DESIGNATE DOCKS NINE AND TEN."

The communications officer nods, shutting the door of the booth and continuing to speak into the phone.

Tomoyo orders some workers, "DOCKS NINE AND TEN, MARK FIVE TWO-"

Without warning, a massive explosion could be heard from inside the city. Tomoyo instinctively ducks before turning as the shockwave produces a deafening sound at the docks, nearly knocking her down. She stands straight and grabs her binoculars to observe the smoke that grew from the city.

All heads and faces turn to see where the sound came from, some even removing their hats out of shock. A golden silence overtook the docks as everyone watched, not knowing what to do. Cargo was lightly set down and the phone booths went silent. The oxygen was sucked out of the air, leaving everyone motionless. A second explosion could be heard, though less powerful as before. All that followed was a smoke cloud and silence. City security could be seen swarming the skies above the site of the explosions.

"Shit." Tomoyo comments.

The ear-raping sound of metal on metal, coming from a ship scraping against the docking tower broke the silence. Dockworkers scramble to secure any docking or docked ships as security runs through the docks, rifles in hand. Tomoyo turns back towards the docks.

"PROTOCOL FIFTEEN. PROTOCOL FIFTEEN," she orders at the top of her lungs, "TURN BACK ANY SHIPS THAT ENTER, DOCK THE ONES WE HAVE RIGHT NOW."

Communications officers scramble to redirect ships before more chaos ensues. Dockworkers run left and right, up and down, to tie down the ships and to secure the cargo. Civilians are escorted out by the city security as bomb-sniffing dogs to search the warehouse. Massive traffic manifests outside of the docks, filling the air with the sound of airships hovering. Tomoyo turns back towards the city.

"What the hell…"

Chapter 02. Escape.

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Zen Caddel, known extremist and terrorist, fugitive of the City of Havo.

Running. The sound of airships hovering over his position fills the air. The city sirens wail out, sending more fear and adding to the chaos of the city. His sword at his side, explosives in his pocket, and a crossbow on his back. He was ready for war and looked the part. Sprinting down the open street, Zen threw a few more sticks of dynamite behind him.

Boom. Boom. Boom. More explosions and more smoke filled the air as the city security desperately chased him. He turns the corner to an empty street. The airships open fire on his position. A few dozen bullets riddle the streets, just barely missing him. He rapidly turns into an alley, hidden from the city. Zen Caddel, wanted terrorist and was known for his ability to escape the police. A nice title to add to the collection, he thought.

He stops for a moment, catching his breath. Laughing at the chaos he has caused yet again, he throws over his thick clothing and spots Ace.

"About time," Zen mumbles.

Ace walks towards Zen, "Well it's not my fault I'm an insane terror- WOAH!"

Zen grabs Ace by the wrist, dragging him along and into the semi-crowded streets. The airships begin to circle the area, looking for anyone or anything suspicious.

"Stay low," he orders Ace, "you never know where they're hiding."

Ace looks up at Zen, "What?"

Zen shushes Ace, eavesdropping on a conversation between some city security officers and a commander.

"Set up a perimeter," the commander stands firm, "check everyone coming in and out of this region."

"Yes sir," the officers reply before running off.

"Looks like we're gonna need a new way out," Ace smirks.

Taking his words into consideration, Zen begins to think.

"Whatchu gonna do smart boy?"

A lightbulb illuminates up above Zen's head.

"This way," he replies, hurriedly dragging Ace back into the alley. He walks towards a sewer cover and gestures for Ace to help him open it.

Ace's face lights up with disgust, "Hell no I'm not going in there."

Two officers could be heard walking past the entrance of the alley.

Zen stares at Ace dead in the eyes, "Get in here, or we're both dead."

"On second thought," Ace moves towards the sewer cover, helping Zen lift it. The duo hops in, Zen first, and close the cover behind them.

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Sewers under the City of Havo, used as an escape route for Zen Caddel after the bombings.

Zen jumps down, clearing the area around him. Steadily climbing down, Ace's foot slips on the ladder, causing him to fall back. Zen runs quickly to grab him, catching him before he touches the ground.

"Thanks," Ace says as he's brought back up to his feet.

Zen gestures for Ace to follow, running swiftly through the sewers. The stench nearly knocks out Ace as they run. Zen stops at a T-intersection, looking left and right. He motions left before disappearing behind a corner. As Ace turns the corner, a blinding light overtakes him, causing him to slip in the water.

Zen continues to run, not noticing that his "partner" had slipped. Reaching the end of the tunnel, his feet crunch in a thin layer of snow, creating an unstealthy sound just outside the city gate. Rapidly looking left and right, he finds his horse.

"Wait up!" Ace exclaims as he gets back up and catches up with Zen.

The duo sprint towards the horse, with Zen taking control and Ace sitting behind.

"HIYA!" Zen snaps the reins, sending the horse in a sprint away from the city. Ace struggles to hold on for dear life as they ride into the distance.

Chapter 03. Greetings, Inspector.

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Inspector Miyamizu, Federation Security Bureau, FSB, assigned to the case of Zen Caddel after the bombings of Havo.

"WE GOT SIX FEDERATION SHIPS COMING! FULL DOCK FOR RESUPPLY!" A communications officer screams at Tomoyo.

"COPY," she shouts back, "DESIGNATE SECTOR BACTA FOR FULL DOCK AND RESUPPLY!"

The communications officer shuts the booth closed, continuing to direct airships through the telephone. Tomoyo runs to Sector Bacta, the rarely-used military section of the dock, alongside dozens of her fellow dockworkers. They immediately get to work, teams splitting up to handle the landings while others run into the warehouse, carrying crates of munitions and food for the naval ships. She steps out towards the edge, grabbing her binoculars wrapped around her neck.

Through the shined lenses, six beautiful airships flow over the land, a battleship, a cruiser, a destroyer, and three frigates overtake the sky with their beauty. In the battleships, he stands at the bridge, watching as the City of Havo slowly reveals itself over the horizon.

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Inspector Miyamizu's Battleship, The Viscount.

"Inspector Miyamizu," one of the bridge officers calls out to him. Miyamizu turns to where his name was called as the bridge officer continues, "we will be docking at Sector Bacta shortly."

"Thank you, Lieutenant," he replies, turning back towards the window.

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A soldier of the Silent Guard, a specially trained unit under the direct command of Grand Admiral Sakagami and his trusted officers.

Tomoyo puts the binoculars down, pivoting to watch the movement on the dock.

"MARK FIVE TWO NINE!" She screams at the top of her lungs.

"COPY!" The dockworkers shout back.

Commotion left and right as the cargo is prepared, the docking towers raised, and anchors secured. Tomoyo watches as a crate containing ammo is dropped, sending thousands of tiny round bullets across the cobblestone. She rushes over to help pick them up, hoping nobody steps on one and falls.

With the city in full view, Inspector Miyamizu places his trust in the bridge crew to ensure a successful landing. Turning away from the window, he signals for two of the Silent Guard to accompany him.

The Inspector walks through his ship towards the exit, saluting to the crew who stop to salute him. A soft, metal clanking from the guardsmen persists behind him.

Tomoyo watches as two dozen military police officers enter the docks. The fleet was now completely visible to the naked eye.

"FIVE SEVEN SIX!" She shouts.

"COPY!" The dockworkers shout back.

The massive airships make their way into the dock, with The Viscount docking right in front of her. The military police find their way to the dock adjacent to the battleship, lining up down the lengthy pathway. Chains are thrown off the deck as workers attempt to secure the ship. Tomoyo stands there proudly, hands on her hips, smiling at another successful landing.

A crew member steps in front of the Inspector to open the airlock. A hiss could be heard, then the scent of the mountainside, then the sight of militants lined up and down the walkway. Workers move a staircase down the rails and extend it to meet Miyamizu's feet. He proceeds down the stairs, the guards following behind, to eventually meet one of the MPs.

"Greetings," one of the soldiers welcomes him, "I'm Sergeant Baker. Welcome to Havo."

Chapter 04. A Not-So-Friendly Greeting

Crickets chirping. The night sky lights up the dock in a beautiful white and blue. Tomoyo sighs, looking left and right around the dock. Another long day over with, she thinks to herself. Walking back towards the offices, she spots Hodaka on her way.

"How was your shift?" He asks, stopping and turning towards Tomoyo.

"Tiring," she sighs, stopping alongside him.

"Only tiring?"

"Yup."

"Well, I'd expect two bombings and a shut-down dock a little worse than tiring," he remarks, "but hey, props to you for handling the whole thing."

"And after this, I have to go to the village to see my father," she whines, looking up at the sky, "why must life be so difficult?"

"Hey, ya can't call it life if there aren't some bumps along the road."

She looks down at him, head tilted, "I evny your wisdom and optimism."

He chuckles, "I best not keep you any longer. After all, duty calls. Is there anything I need to know before I start my shift?"

"No no, it's alright," Tomoyo thinks for a moment, "besides the literal elephant in the room- the military airships- I'd say look out for anybody trying to dock or launch while we're on lockdown?"

"Gotcha," he begins to walk off, "stay safe."

"Thanks, you too."

Tomoyo begins to walk to the offices, lazily reaching her arm out towards Hodaka before letting it swing back to her side.

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A walkway near the offices of the Havo City Dock.

She sighs, listening to the sound of her boots on the cobblestone, echoing throughout the now-empty docks. Her hand reaches for the knob as the door swings open, greeting her with the fresh scent of wood. Six desks lined up in two columns, a desk for each of the dock managers, fill the room. Tomoyo walks to her desk, pulls out the wooden chair, and sits.

Grabbing a pen with her right hand and moving the paper to write on with her left, Tomoyo fills in the details of her shift.

Start of shift: 10:12 a.m.
End of shift:
Notes from shift:

She checks the clock on the wall, 21:56 p.m.

End of shift: 21:56 p.m.
Notes from shift:

Do two bombings count? She humors herself, recollecting any other events from the day.

Notes from shift: Two city bombings, a small detachment of a Federation Fleet docked in Sector Bacta, just about everything you'd expect from a normal day.

Setting the pen down, Tomoyo gets up from her desk, walking to the door. She tucks her white button-down shirt in her black paper bag pants, tightening the belt. Her hand flicks the lights off as she exits, greeted by the dock once again. Her boots guide her through the city, left, right, left. The dimly lit streets filled with the sound of boots walking along the rocky pathways, echoing between the grand buildings.

Around a corner, one of the bomb sites reveals itself. Lit up by moonlight and lights set up by police, rubble covers the street, leaving a very thin walkway open. The post office, once a grand building, reduced to nothing. Officers still monitor the scene, scouring through the debris to search for valuable evidence. Tomoyo to manages slip past the cops through the narrow walkway, only to be met with the disgusting stench of dead bodies accompanied by a row of body bags on the other side. Covering her nose with her sleeve, she dashes as far from the scene as possible.

All those people dead, Tomoyo thought to herself. She finds her way to the city stable, grabbing her beautiful white horse. The horse never had a name, she never thought to give it one. To her, the horse was nothing more than an acquaintance, a sort of "I depend on you when I need it" relationship.

She opens the gate and hops onto the saddle, walking the white beauty to the city gate. Looking along the city wall, Tomoyo notices a very minimal amount of soldiers along the wall. The gate, still open, invites her to dash off the cobblestone streets and into the snow.

She snaps the reins, "HIYA!"

Dashing through the gate, she crosses the threshold. The sound of clopping shifted into a sound of crunching. Tomoyo pulls her goggles over her eyes as she rides on through the snow, reaching the border of the forest.

Thu-thump, thu-thump, thu-thump. The horse would glide and fall as it ran through the snow. Trees zoomed past Tomoyo at incredible speed, the cold running straight into her face. She held herself close to the horse, feeding off its body warmth. Traveling along the road, a mysterious dark figure appears in the distance, hidden by the trees. As she gets closer, more distinct shapes could be made out against the snowy background.

"HIYA HIYA!" Tomoyo snaps the reins once again.

A heavily clothed man and a horse, she notes, no, two people and a horse. Wait is that-

"WOAH!" She screams out, pulling the reins back as fast as possible. The figures move further into the forest, completely oblivious to her presence. Turning her horse towards the individuals, Tomoyo follows them from a distance.

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Zen Caddel's snow cabin.

A small cabin could be seen past the individuals, peacefully sitting in the snow-covered forests. The figures eventually come into clear view, a heavily clothed man directing the horse, with a younger, white-haired man laying on the back of the horse face down. So it is them, she thinks.

"HEY!" She foolishly calls out.

The man turns the horse back towards Tomoyo, his face partially visible.

"Who is it?" He asks in a threatening tone, "wait a moment, aren't you that girl from earlier-"

Tomoyo jumps off her horse, pointing at the white-haired individual, "what are you doing with him?"

"Hm? What do you mean," he asks.

As she steps closer to his horse, she notices the pouches of dynamite attached to the saddle.

Tomoyo gasps, "no… It was you… YOU!" She shouts, waking the white-haired boy, "YOU WERE THE ONE WHO BLEW UP THE POSTAL OFFICE-"

"My apologies," the man chuckles, "it just so happened to be the first government building I could find."

The white hair boy groans, his voice muffled, "what's going on?"

Her face stern, she runs over to the white haired boy, kneeling to see his face, "are you alright?"

"Don't get the wrong idea, he agreed to come with me," the covered man says.

"Yeah," he reaches for his head, "I think I fell off the horse."

"You know, it's dangerous to be riding this late," the individual comments.

Completely ignoring him, Tomoyo asks, "what's your name?"

"Ace," the white hair responds.

Looking at the numerous cuts and scrapes on his face, she informs him, "Ace, you need medical attention," attempting to pick him off the horse.

The mysterious man gets off his horse, "now now, just what are you trying to do," he asks, menacingly standing across from Tomoyo.

"I'm attempting to take him from you to get him proper medical attention you psychopathic anarchist," she grunts, finally picking up Ace and carrying him on her back.

"Maybe you should ask him if he wants to be taken by you," the man smirks.

"I'd like to go with her," Ace answers in an instant.

"I know what I'm doing you condescending asshole," she stares dead into the man's partially visible eyes, "so piss off."

Walking to her horse, Tomoyo manages to lift Ace onto the saddle.

"Eh, he wasn't much help as a hostage anyways," the man remarks.

Her face lights up with disgust, what the hell…

She gets back up onto her horse grasping the reins, "let's get out of here," she comments, snapping the reins.

"He kicked me…" Ace mumbles, already half asleep, arms wrapped around her.

Should I tell city security, Tomoyo thinks to herself finding her way back to the road without looking back, would it even be worth it?

Pondered about this, the two ride back to Havo. I have to tell them, she commands herself, you saw all those bodies, you wouldn't be any better than him if you didn't tell them.

But what if I get dragged into it, a countering thought questions, your dad lives outside the city- not like you're going to see him tonight. You or your dad could become his next victim- Tomoyo watches as the city gates come into view.

"HELP!" She shouts, hoping to catch someone's attention.

Two officers ran towards the gate, ready to provide assistance.

Yanking on the reins, the horse begins to slow down, stopping in front of the officers.

"Are you alright, miss?" One of the officers asks.

"He needs," stopping to catch her breath, Tomoyo tries again, "he needs medical attention. He was taken by the bomber who lives in a cabin just off the road in the forest."

Two more officers come in, taking the knocked-out Ace off the horse and carrying him into a building.

"Thank you ma'am for your help," one of the officers replies, "is there anything we can do to help you?"

"Help me???" Tomoyo stares, stumped, "shouldn't you be contacting someone or mobilizing to arrest him-" she groans in frustration, not knowing what to make of this.

To her surprise, the officer responds, "we already know who he is and where he lives. We can't do anything about it."

Chapter 05. Stonewalled.

"Greetings," one of the soldiers welcomes him, "I'm Sergeant Baker, welcome to Havo."

"Inspector Miyamizu, FSB," the man replies, his hands hidden behind his back, "I am here per request the of the Grand Admiral to help you with some… unresolved issues."

"Any help would be appreciated," Sergeant Baker holds out his hand for Miyamizu to shake.

Taking his hand, the Inspector asks, "I assume you run operations around here?"

"No sir, I head the Counter-terrorism Task Force," Baker corrects.

"Then let us waste no time," Miyamizu retracts his hand, waiting for the Sergeant to lead the way.

"Very well, come with me," the Sergeant replies.

Baker directs a squadron of his unit to follow him and begins to walk through the docks. Miyamizu follows shortly behind, with two of the Silent Guard following behind him. Moving in unison, the group moves in unison between the buildings which slowly get taller as they get closer to the city center. The daily commune of hundreds of civilians pay no attention to the small militaristic force marching through the crowd.

Small stands call out their product, shouting to any potential buyers as bells ring, signifying a door opening at the shops. Some stand in the balcony of their apartments, overlooking the sea of people while others catch up with friends and buy lunch together. A small, four-man band plays their grand and magnificent music to the public. Coins fill the small tin cup they've left at their feet, hoping to take home a small profit when the day is over.

The commotion reaches its climax when the buildings fade away to reveal the majestic city hall. Police officers, city workers, and civilians alike flow in and out of the marvelous marble steps leading up into the heart of Havo. Heavily armed security patrol the area, on the roof, stairs, and ground, hoping to prevent an attack on the densely populated building.

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Havo City Hall.

The Sergeant and Inspector pick up more officers in their escort as they make their way up the stairs. Passing the threshold, a grand and beautifully furnished city center takes view. Glass elevators cover the center of the lobby, moving with unprecedented efficiency.

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Chapter 06. Revenge of the Fire-Breathing Beasts

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The Dragon's Den.

Chapter 07. Roses.

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Grand Admiral Sakagami, highest rank in the Peno Federation Navy, PFN, and a well-renounced leader and tactician.

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The Vindicator, Grand Admiral Sakagami's flagship, a dreadnought, and the second largest airship in the PFN surrounded by other airships from the Peno Federation Navy.

Chapter 08. A New Home

"Tomoyo Tamiko," drawn by ミミトケ on Pixiv.
"The City of Havo," drawn by unknown, found on Pinterest.
"Zen Caddel," drawn by unknown, found on Discord.
"Sewers," drawn by Marek Madej, found on artstation, originally titled, "The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt Sewers Concept Art."
"Inspector Miyamizu," drawn by unknown, found on Pinterest.
"The Viscount," drawn by Moff (?), found on wallhere, may originate from isotx but due to the website looking like it'll give me a virus, I was unable to access the site.
"The Silent Guard," drawn by unknown, found on Pinterest and scifi-fantasy-horror, though the specific page for the original image is unable to be located.
"Havo City Dock walkway," drawn by Thomas Vlekke, found on artstation, originally titled "Victorian England Concept Art."
"Zen Caddel's cabin," drawn by Sabina Lewis, found on Sabina Lewis' website.


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DATE: 07 Jun 2021 23:27
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Image of SCP-XXXX taken from a distance discreetly

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class:

Special Containment Procedures:

Description: SCP-XXXX is an conjoined Gilded Age mansion and funeral home located on the outskirts of New Orleans. According to blueprints, SCP-XXXX was designed to include three-stories with two sub-basements underground. However, it is now believed that the interior of SCP-XXXX is much larger than its exterior, theorized to be a result from artificial anomalous forces. Behind SCP-XXXX is a private graveyard which on closer inspection via telescope surveillance revealed that the names of the tombstone belonged to individuals that documented to have been buried there; more than a quarter of the tombstone are blank. Closer examination of SCP-XXXX and graveyard has been highly difficult due to the presence of SCP-XXXX-1.

SCP-XXXX-1 is the collective designation for an undetermined number of spectral entities present within the premises of SCP-XXXX. The visual appearances of SCP-XXXX-1 vary between instance to instance; around half maintain a humanoid form but other notable instances have been recorded possessing physical traits including but not limited to: wings, horns, tails, scales, claws, feathers, multiple facial features, multiple limbs, and mechanical implements. All bodies of SCP-XXXX-1 instances are intangible but are able to interact with physical objects and living creatures at will. SCP-XXXX-1 instances are not visible to the naked eye but are able to be viewed with standard thermal imaging equipment or through the use of cameras installed with specialized thaumaturgic-sensing lens.

SCP-XXXX-1's behavior changes during the diurnal cycle. During the daytime, instances can be seen conversing with each other, maintaining or repairing SCP-XXXX, observing the tombstones in the graveyard, and wander within the general premise. At night, most instances disengage from the previous activities and enter SCP-XXXX. Although it is not known what exactly occurs within SCP-XXXX during this period (See Addendum-01) personnel have observed colored lights emanating from various windows of the building and claimed to have heard faint sounds of what appeared to be music.

Any subject within close vicinity of the premises with the intent to enter SCP-XXXX will feel a compulsion to turn away and go elsewhere; this compulsion is relatively weak and can easily be overcome, especially if the subject is aware of SCP-XXXX's anomalous properties beforehand. Any actual attempts to trespass will be met with action on SCP-XXXX-1's part, regardless during the time of day. SCP-XXXX-1 instances will maneuver to grasp the subject and drag them to the gates to where they are tossed away from the premise. If a subject engages in hostilities that result either in the attempted harm of a SCP-XXXX-1 instance or damage to the structure of SCP-XXXX, surrounding SCP-XXXX-1 instances will violently retaliate in correspondence to the exact offenses of the subject. Attacks from instances have ranged from minor cuts and concussions to broken bones and internal organ bruising. To date, the Foundation has been unsuccessful in gaining entry to SCP-XXXX. The only entity capable of entering SCP-XXXX without interference, and commands respect from SCP-XXXX-1 instances is SCP-XXXX-A.

SCP-XXXX-A is a 30 year-old adult human male of Italian descent. SCP-XXXX-A's apparel changes regularly but has consistently worn a flat cap, sunglasses and a dark blue jacket in all sightings. SCP-XXXX-A also caries a slightly-rusted round point shovel2 at all times. The exact anomalous capabilities of SCP-XXXX-A is unknown but has been seen accomplishing the following feats:

  • Possessing an innate sense of when an subject is attempting to trespass on the premises of SCP-XXXX.
  • Remote telekinetic manipulation of its shovel at will. It is unknown if SCP-XXXX-A is capable of general telekinesis or if this ability is solely relegated to the shovel.
  • Interact with nearby soil to unearth or bury objects at will. SCP-XXXX-A always thrust the tip of the shovel into the ground before each use of this ability.
  • Viewing SCP-XXXX-1 instances without the use of specialized equipment.
  • Removing any SCP-XXXX-1 instance from SCP-XXXX at will.

SCP-XXXX-A's behavior revolves around the relative upkeep of SCP-XXXX and assisting SCP-XXXX-1. Its duties usually entail watering and planting new flowers at the graveyard, conversing or accepting assistance from SCP-XXXX-1 instances, driving to the nearest town to acquire commodities such as groceries and building materials, inspecting already buried coffins, and the preparation of the funerals3. During each night, SCP-XXXX-A will lead SCP-XXXX-1 instances inside SCP-XXXX and close the door. As of XX/XX/XXXX, there has been no communication from SCP-XXXX-A's part to the Foundation (See Addendum 02).

History: On 09/02/2018, was alerted to the existence of SCP-XXXX following a noise complaint issued by a resident in the area, citing that the music originating from it prevented her from sleeping. An officer attempted to gain entry into SCP-XXXX but was non-violently discouraged by SCP-XXXX-1 instances, at which point the Foundation became involved.

A raid was attempted by MTF Mu-13 ("Ghostbusters") on SCP-XXXX but were quickly overwhelmed by SCP-XXXX-1. MTF Mu-13 opened fire on the entities which provoked them to become openly hostile. MTF Mu-13 were violently thrown outside the gates of SCP-XXXX and were taken in for medical care; all members sustained severe injuries in various areas of their bodies but ultimately made a full recovery in the months after. All relevant parties were administered Class-A amnestics and a perimeter was set up around SCP-XXXX, with Foundation personnel posing as privately hired security guards.

An investigation into the origins of SCP-XXXX led to the identity of Christopher Homes, a Tabaco industry business magnate and philanthropist. Homes was born in Ohio in 1843 and was worked full-time in a local butcher shop before rising the prominence in Tabaco industry at age 26. Homes was allegedly rumored to be involved with multiple secret societies but no physical evidence supported this claim. Later on in life, Homes moved to Louisiana and gained permits to build SCP-XXXX, which its construction lasted from 1893 to 1896. Homes eventually partly retired and operated as funeral director until his death in 1913. Homes son and grandson4 operated SCP-XXXX until their disappearance in 1982. Ownership of SCP-XXXX was transferred to Sean Marwick, the Homes' personal cemetery worker and SCP-XXXX-A.

Addendum-01: After extensive observation, it became apparent that a specific subset of entities (designated SCP-XXXX-1A through SCP-XXXX-1D) were more involved in the caretaking of SCP-XXXX then the rest of the SCP-XXXX-1 instances. They are listed as follows:

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SCP-XXXX-1A through SCP-XXXX-1D are also physically stronger and adept to their anomalous capabilities than the rest of the SCP-XXXX-1 instances. Whether this is due to SCP-XXXX-A's remains unclear.

Addendum 02-:

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DATE: 07 Jun 2021 23:03

a SCP that consists of over 10 thousand boxes of candy cigarettes which when opened causes the person the consume every cigarette then gaining lung cancer which kills them after 19 hours which when turns the person to the same amount of weight in candy cigarettes.
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DATE: 07 Jun 2021 21:30

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Item #: SCP-6725

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6725 is to be at an 5x 5x bedroom.

Description: SCP-6725 is an 7 years old child that every dream he has comes into reality
If SCP-6725 sees anything. He is to be injected with Class-A Amnestics immediately.

Addendum:

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