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- Coke Sea
- Seaslugs
- Kanipinikassikueu
- Two Peas In A Pod, Separate
- Tender Sausage of The Ocean
- All Things Must End
- I Refuse
- Dinosaur Milk
- Image sources
- Dope divs
- Ideas
- Scraps
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Neutralized
Special Containment Procedures: Foundation webcrawlers have been set to search for video- and photoevidence of SCP-XXXX and delete it. All witnesses of SCP-XXXX have been amnestisized.
Description: SCP-XXXX was an event in which water in a 50 square kilometre area of the Pacific Ocean was transmuted into the world's most popular soft drink, Coca-Cola. The event lasted for 7 minutes and 36 seconds, and was seen by approximately 650 people, most of whom were on a yacht that the anomaly seemed to be centered on. The affected mass was converted back to water after the end of the event. Amount of collateral damage caused to marine wildlife is unknown.
Foreword: The following is a video transcript of surveillance footage caught by one of the yacht's surveillance cameras, discovered after a standard search for the cause of SCP-XXXX.
[BEGIN LOG]
(A woman enters the deck located at the back of the yacht. She is holding the hand of a young boy, approximately 3-5 years old.)
Boy: Mommyyy, I want Coca!
Woman: Now now, you've already had enough sugar for today. Come, let's go look at the water.
(They begin walking towards the edge of the deck. The boy turns to look at the water, and his eyes widen.)
Boy: Mommy, mommy, look! The sea is Coca!
(It is presumed that this is the point at which SCP-XXXX happened. The boy lets go off the woman and runs off, causing her to lose sight of him. Some time passes as she is trying to find him, while people take pictures of the sea. She eventually finds the boy, who has slipped through the gaps in the safety railing and is peering down.)
Woman: Tyler, what are you doing out there? Get back right now!
(The boy looks back at the woman and attempts to climb back up, but slips and falls into the sea. Assumed terminated.)
Woman: No!
(SCP-XXXX ends.)
[END LOG]
| HO9GJ/GT7F4/5TY5K | |
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| Status | Selling |
| Demand | High |
| Value | 2000-15000 GBP per specimen, depending on the included properties. |
| Availability | Established Supply Chain |
| Identifier | Nullthaumic Nudibranchs |
| Description | From the dark depths of the unexplored ocean comes this very special and rare breed of nudibranch with the ability to attain anomalous properties of those organisms that it consumes. This one-of-a-kind feature is already remarkable on its own, but lucky for you, that's not the end of it. Eating the slug itself after it has an acquired the anomaly of another creature will temporarily transfer that property to the consumer. And that consumer could be you! Pick from a wide variety of slugs porting pre-attained anomalies, or get yourself a blank one so you can fill it with whatever you want. Excellent both as tools and weapons, as well as fun appetizers to liven your parties. Only from MC&D. |
| Marshall, Carter and Darke, LTD | |
| Initial Report | |||
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| Author | Monterey West | Date | April 23, 2020 |
| Interest | High | Identifier | Nullthaumic Nudibranchs |
| Our contacts recently informed us of exceptionally high thaumic readings coming from deep within an oceanic trench in the Pacific. I took the liberty to authorize a surveillance team to go inspect the source of these readings before other interested parties would have the chance to find and cover it up or destroy it. What they found is certainly interesting. It seems that an unusually large Way located in an underwater volcano has ruptured, turning into a sort of rift directly into Limitspace. The flooding of thaumic energies coming from this rift have infused the very active and aggressive volcano, which is spewing thaumically radiated ash all over this trench, suffusing every inch of it with wild, unfiltered power. This has cvaused a number of radical mutations in the local biodiversity, giving nearly every organism an anomalous property of some kind. I'm talking mud-dwelling fish drawing prey in their mouths with telekinesis, hypnotic seastars, quasielemental crabs, you name it. Many of these creatures could prove profitable, but the one I am personally most interested in are the nudibranches. You see, many non-anomalous nudibranches are capable of kleptopasty- the ability to incorporate specialized cells like chloroplasts and sting cells from consumed prey into their own anatomy. It seems that these nudibranches have adapted to do the same with anomalous properties. They can literally copy the abilities of their prey and predators, making it easier for them to hunt and survive. We took a few of these slugs on our boat to study, when one of them teleported out of the tank and directly in front of my coworkers cat. The cat, obviously, ate the creature, and we made an interesting observation. The cat began to teleport as well. I'm sure you can see how our customers might be very interested in this acquisition. |
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| File Opened Under: | HO9GJ/GT7F4/5TY5K | ||
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| Memo 03 | |||
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| HO9GJ/GT7F4/5TY5K | |||
| Sender | Monterey West | Recipient | Ruprecht Carter |
| Mr. Carter, production is going smoothly. We have done exactly as you have requested. We now have 37 individuals with different anomalous abilities placed within tanks to be eaten by the slugs, and we have more coming some time next week. Lost souls, no one anyone will miss. Of course, nudibranchs are not exactly used to eating mammals, so I took the liberty of turning the feed's bodies partially into coral, so they'd be a little more palatable. I hope you don't mind, a little fleshcrafting on the side never hurt anyone. I assure you, this does not interfere with the transferral of properties whatsoever. | |||
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| Memo 05 | |||
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| HO9GJ/GT7F4/5TY5K | |||
| Sender | Baron Augustus De Rouge | Recipient | Ruprecht Carter |
| Ruprecht, my friend, I must express my gratitude for your newest product. They are quite tasty, and feeding them to my fighters has taken my little blood sport to the next level. You should come see the influence of your hand soon, there's always a seat reserved for you. My wife, however, urges me to vocalize her dissatisfaction with the temporary nature of these enchantments. She wants something a little more… permanent. If that is something you could pull off, I assure you I would be first in line with an even fatter stack of cash in hand. |
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| Memo 07 | |||
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| HO9GJ/GT7F4/5TY5K | |||
| Sender | Ruprecht Carter | Recipient | Monterey West |
| I must admire your ingenuity, Monterey. Not many can utilize carnomancy in the ways that you do, or even think of doing so. That is why I hired you, though I would appreciate a little more transparency and communication on your part before you start getting experimental. That being said, experimentation is exactly what I want you to do right now. A number of our clients have expressed a desire for a more permanent effect. I want you to try and do everything in your power to achieve that, as I'm sure you can imagine the absolute fortunes that people would be willing to pay for that. Keep me informed. |
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| Incident Report | |||
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| VXY33/F7RQ3/9XAD1 | |||
| Author | Ruprecht Carter | Date | 02/29/2021 |
| Describing our big reveal of the permanent Nullthaumic Nudibranchs as a disaster would be an understatement. First of all, the guests gathered at Baron De Rouge's manor weren't exactly pleased with the necessary changes made to the merchandise to attain the desired effects. Who would have thought that most people aren't happy with the prospect of having a seaslug crawl and live inside their skull? A few people left immediately after this was revealed. Another handful decided to dip when Monterey himself, who assured me that his prototype would work, demonstrated the use of the product on himself. Having one's head open like that is quite a distressing sight for even the steelnerved, especially when one's insides no longer adhere to the principles of euclidean geometry in the first place. Credit where it's due though, once the thing was in, we gained some ground back as it actually worked. At first, that is. For a while, Monterey was expertly exhibiting his newly gained powers of telekinesis and people were starting to reach for their wallets. Things went quickly downhill though, as Monterey began to vomit what I can only imagine was brain matter. Now, such an act of extrication for an carnomancer such as himself is not necessarily anything super special, but it did strike me as a little odd unprompted in the middle of a show like that. Of course, that paired with the empty stare and the jittery movements should have warned of what his next words spelled out loud and clear. "Conscience… attained and incorporated. Words, concepts… more." The Nudibranch-Monterey then of course used its powers of telekinesis and fleshcrafting to lock everyone up and help its brethren into new, cozy craniums. They were no match for me of course, I simply Slid away, but there are now a dozen or so of sentient, super-powered invertebrates puppeteering powerful names of the anomalous underworld. So that's a thing. Oops? |
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| Assigned Dept. | Dept. Director | Research Head | Assigned MTF |
| Geographical Anomalies | Jerry Merlander | Dr. Troy Terrance | Epsilon-36 ("Rangers and Druids") |
Special Containment Procedures
The land encompassing and surrounding SCP-5968 has been claimed by the Foundation and disguised as a nature reserve. A wire fence with guarded gates for caribou migration has been set at the border of the containment area.
A 10 meter safety perimeter has been set around SCP-5968. Personel are not allowed within this perimeter outside testing.
Description
SCP-5968 is a region of forest in the Labrador Peninsula, Canada, which is characterized by anomalous growths identical in appearance and anatomy to the horns of animals belonging to the Cervidae family1. The growths protrude from the ground, tethered by root-like structures made of cartilage. Their frequency seems to decrease further in, but form an effectively impassable wall at the border.
The growths are capable of abnormal movement and growth in response to their environment. More specifically, they animate in the proximity of humans and caribou2, twisting closer and growing additional tines in response to the former, and moving out of the way of the latter, which seem to be drawn to SCP-5968, flocking in and around it.
Additionally, physical contact with the growths induces rapid and uncontrolled cell mutations across the human body, resulting in numerous cancerous tumors that are invariably fatal.
Source of the anomaly is unknown.
Attached Addenda
Surveillance Transcript
Foreword: An elderly woman of Innu ethnicity was seen approaching SCP-5968 on 22/02/21. Security moved in to intercept, initiating conversation with the woman.
Guard 1: Turn back! You're not allowed in here.
Woman: Neither are you.
Guard 1: Excuse me?
Woman: This land does not belong to us. To people.Guard 1: Whatever, just…
(Security 2 puts a hand on Security 1's shoulder, prompting them to go silent.)
Guard 2: What do you mean? Who does it belong to then?Woman: The trees, the caribou… And the Master.
Guard 2: Who is that?
Woman: I'd leave if I were you. The gods of old grow weary. They like to be left to their own devices.(A low, bellowing sound emanates from SCP-5968.)
Woman: I should not be here, I must go.
(The woman turns and starts to walk in the opposite direction. The guards give chase.)
Guard 2: Wait! We need to bring you in for questioning.
Woman: Leave while you can.
(A blizzard picks up, obscuring the woman from view. Once it settles, she is nowhere to be found. The guards return to their post.)
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is kept in a humanoid containment chamber at Site-17, the roof of which is built of glass for easy access to sunlight. It has been equipped with a plastic walking cane and it is to be provided with water and plant nutrients daily.
SCP-XXXX has been granted a potted houseplant, as well as the necessary equipment to take care of it.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a sapient humanoid plant, with an outwards appearance identical to that of a white male in their early 20's with brown hair and average build. Genetic screening reveals it to have several matching DNA segments with Pisum sativum, also known as the pea plant.
SCP-XXXX gains sustenance mainly through photosynthesis, with the primary palisade mesophyll located in the "hair" of the entity. In addition, it can draw water and nutrients from soil through extending root structures from the rhizomes placed within its digits.
Approximately 65% of SCP-XXXX's body is covered in symbols affiliated with daevite culture, and it appears to be capable of thaumic agrokinesis3.
SCP-XXXX suffers from retrograde amnesia, seemingly caused by a thaumically modified variant of Wisteria sinensis4 which appears to have been placed within its cranium through unknown means, with its roots integrated with a large portion of its brain. This implant also appears to cause SCP-XXXX considerable pain when it attempts to use its anomalous abilities.
In addition, SCP-XXXX has trouble walking due to athrophication of the fibers in its legs. This seems to be congenital.
Discovery: SCP-XXXX was brought into a hospital by a couple who claim to have found it wounded on the bottom of the Grand Canyon. The interest of the Foundation was peaked when word got out that a man in a hospital was leaking tree sap instead of blood.
INTERVIEWER: Doctor Fatima Asfour
INTERVIEWEE: SCP-XXXX
Dr. Asfour: Hello SCP-XXXX. How are you feeling?
SCP-XXXX: Better, thank you. I'm still damaged from the fall, but I'm not in as much pain anymore.
Dr. Asfour: Glad to hear it! Do you feel ready to answer some questions?
SCP-XXXX: Sure, but I don't know if I'll be able to give you anything valuable.
Dr. Asfour: Don't worry about it, we don't expect you to tell us things you don't know. But, let's start from the beginning, shall we? Why were you at the Grand Canyon and why did you fall?
SCP-XXXX: I was taken there. By my brother.
Dr. Asfour: Your brother?
SCP-XXXX: Yes. I mean, he must have been. He looked exactly like me. Same face, same hair, even the same clothes and the same tattoos.
Dr. Asfour: Side note, do you have any idea what those tattoos mean? Does the word 'Daeva' mean anything to you?
SCP-XXXX: No to both. Sorry.
Dr. Asfour: It's okay. Anyway, why did your brother take you there?
SCP-XXXX: I'm… not sure, but he was angry at me for something. Or no… not angry. More disappointed. I was angry. But I can't remember why.
Dr. Asfour: Do you remember anything about what was said?
(SCP-XXXX nods)
SCP-XXXX: "This is all my fault. I was supposed to kill you when you were born, but I was weak. None of this would have happened if I hadn't let you live."
(pause)
That's all I remember from the argument.
Dr. Asfour: And how did you end up falling?
SCP-XXXX: We fought. It's all a blur, but I remember pulling vines and thorns out of the ground with my mind, and he was doing the same. He managed to restrain me, and then he pulled out a plant with these long, thick roots that were twitching like tentacles, and he… forced it inside my head, somehow. It hurt so much and that's when everything became all foggy and fleeting.
(SCP-XXXX closes its eyes and puts its hands on its head)
Dr. Asfour: If it's too much we can continue this at a later date.
SCP-XXXX: No, it's fine. There's not much more I can give you anyway.
Dr. Asfour: As you wish. You can continue whenever you feel like it.
SCP-XXXX: Yeah, umm… after he put that thing in my head, a huge tangle of branches shaped like a hand grew out of the ground and picked me up, and the next thing I know I'm falling. You already know the rest.
Dr. Asfour: Alright, thank you, SCP-XXXX. Is there anything else you might want to tell me?
SCP-XXXX: Susan.
Dr. Asfour: What?
SCP-XXXX: Susan Tryss. That name is important, but I… don't know why.
Dr. Asfour: We'll look into it.
SCP-XXXX: Thank you.
[END LOG]
Research Update: Investigation into the name given by SCP-XXXX revealed that an individual called Susan Tryss lives in Flagstaff, Arizona. Ms. Tryss was supposedly in a relationship with a local florist who owned a flower shop with his twin brother before going missing.
The flower shop, named "One Rose", was found to be abandoned. All of the plants had rotten beyond recognition, and the owners were nowhere to be found. In addition, a growth of red, unidentified moss had formed a message on a wall, reading:
"Take care of my brother - Yours truly, Mašai Xand"
Investigation into the whereabouts of this individual are in progress.
SCP-5834
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5834 is held in a standard aquarium at Site-19 along with a collection of non-anomalous fish to provide detritus.
All personnel are required to take a neural blocker before coming in visual contact with SCP-5834, and anyone affected by SCP-5834 must be placed under confined surveillance until the effect wears off.
Description: SCP-5834 is a black sea cucumber (Holothuria forskali). People who view SCP-5834 will begin to regard it as their ideal romantic partner. Affected persons will often go to great lengths to spend time with and court SCP-5834 in various ways. They are unable to recognize the anomalous effect on themselves, believing their actions to be fully rational. This behavior will continue until the individual goes a week without visual contact with SCP-5834.
By all other means, SCP-5834 appears to be a standard member of its species.
Acquisition Record: The following is a record of requests and purchases for SCP-5834's containment, as comprised by the lead researcher, Doctor Jacob Ducrotay.
| Date | Price | Description | Reason | Status |
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| 08.03.20 | 10$ | An inlet guard for the tanks pump. | An unprotected pump inlet can pose a danger for SCP-5834. | Approved |
| 17.04.20 | 60$ | Additional betta fish. | A few of the fish in SCP-5834's tank died recently and the current amount cannot produce enough detritus to feed SCP-5834. | Approved |
| 26.04.20 | 154.95$ | A bigger tank. | SCP-5834 has seemed a little depressed lately. I suspect that their current tank is not big enough for water to flow freely enough for its vascular system. | Approved |
| 03.05.20 | 73.84$ | An assortment of decorations for the new tank. | 5834's aquarium is awfully bleak. They deserve some color in their life. | Denied |
Incident Report 5834.1: Due to the suspicion raised by Dr. Ducrotay's unorthodox purchase requests, an inspection of his work was ordered by Human Resources and authorized by the Site Director. As part of the inspection, a neural scan was performed on Dr. Ducrotay, revealing that he had fallen under the effects of SCP-5834. Combing through containment logs revealed that Ducrotay had forgotten to take a neural blocker on 20.04.20, while bringing in the new fish.
INTERVIEWER: Doctor Sarah Serafis
INTERVIEWEE: Doctor Jacob Ducrotay
FOREWORD: The following is a transcript of a post-inspection interview done immediately after the influence of a cognitohazardous effect on Dr. Ducrotay was discovered.
Dr. Serafis: Hello Jacob. How are you doing?
Dr. Ducrotay: Not well. Not well at all, Sarah. I've been cooped up in this room for 5 hours without anyone giving me any information on when I can see 5834 again!
Dr. Serafis: (stifles a chuckle) You really got yourself charmed by an invertebrate, then? That's so unfortunate, you're never gonna live this down.
Dr. Ducrotay: I'm not ashamed. I'd scream it from the mountaintops! I'd paint their visage on the Central Park Tower. I'd-
Dr. Serafis: We'd prefer if you didn't, though. And if that's the case, why didn't you report it?
Dr. Ducrotay: I'm in love, not dumb, Serafis. I knew you'd think that I've been affected by an anomaly.
Dr. Serafis: That's exactly what's happened, though. You've been researching SCP-5834 for a good while now, you know this is exactly what it does.
Dr. Ducrotay: Not to me. What we have is real.
Dr. Serafis: You know it doesn't even have a brain, right? It can't think, and certainly not love.
Dr. Ducrotay: This is a matter of the soul, not the brain.
Dr. Serafis: It breathes through its anus, Jacob.
Dr. Ducrotay: I know, isn't it sophisticated?
(Dr. Serafis sighs and opens an image file on her infopad and sets it in front of Dr. Ducrotay.)
Dr. Serafis: These are the results of your neural scan. Your brain shows clear signs of anomalous alteration. You wrote your thesis on mind-affecting creatures, you know this.
Dr. Ducrotay: Well it's not an exact science now, is it? Scans like this are easily misinterpreted.
Dr. Serafis: (sighs) If you say so. Regardless, I'm gonna have to put you on unpaid leave. You're also gonna have to stay on-site until this blows over. We can't risk yourself running around making yourself look like a crazy person.
Dr. Ducrotay: Very well. At least I'll be close to 5834.
Dr. Serafis: Oh, no. Your access to SCP-5834 has been revoked and you'll be transferred to another project once you're back to normal.
Dr. Ducrotay: What? This is outrageous! A travesty! When has the SCP Foundation become an authoritarian regime? Does love mean nothing anymore? Is-
(Dr. Serafis gets up and walks away)
Dr. Serafis: I need a drink.
[END LOG]
Incident Log 5834.2: A few days following the beginning of his leave, Dr. Jacob Ducrotay took advantage of his knowledge about site protocol to sneak out of his quarters and into the Biological Containment Sector during a moment where site security was weakened due to overlapping guard shifts.
He gained access to SCP-5834's containment cell, apparently having hidden a keycard on his person. He was found shortly afterwards, submerged in SCP-5834's aquarium and holding on to the anomaly, covered in viscera after SCP-5834 had seemingly eviscerated itself on him due to distress5. Dr. Ducrotay had to be forcibly removed from the containment cell, during which he was heard shouting to SCP-5834 that "[he would] come back for [it]" and that "they can't keep us separated forever". Security on Dr. Ducrotay has been tightened accordingly.
Incident Report 5834.3: On 27.04.20, Dr. Jacob Ducrotay orchestrated a site-wide emergency under anomalous influence. The following is the transcript of a surveillance log following the events of the incident:
[BEGIN LOG]
[07:06] - Dr. Ducrotay exits an air ventilation shaft leading into an armory adjacent to the Biological Containment Sector. He had likely entered the ventilation system from his quarters in order to circumvent the guard placed outside his door.
[07:08] - Dr. Ducrotay removes an Electric Incapacitation Tool from the shelf, inputs a charge pack, and hides it in his coat. He then exits the armory.
[07:12] - Dr. Ducrotay is seen roaming the halls of the Biological Containment Sector, seemingly searching for something and trying to remain inconspicuous. A security guard walks past Dr. Ducrotay, they nod to each other. Once the guard is past him, Dr. Ducrotay turns around and shoots the guard with the EIT, rendering them unconscious. He then steals their keycard and quickly walks away.
[07:20] - The doctor uses the keycard to open the cells of 16 anomalies of various containment classes. All released SCPs have been deemed to pose little to no risk to human life. The site's automatic security systems kick in, indicating an on-going containment breach. Dr. Ducrotay begins making his way towards the northern part of the Containment Sector.
[07:25] - While the rest of the site is distracted by the breach, Dr. Ducrotay enters SCP-5834's containment cell. He removes a plastic bag from storage.
[07:26] - Dr. Ducrotay: I told you I would come back for you, my love.
[07:27] - Dr. Ductoray removes SCP-5834 from its aquarium and places it in the bag, along with some water.
[07:43] - Due to the on-going emergency and a few uses of the IET, Dr. Ducrotay manages to make it outside with SCP-5834.
[07:44] - Dr. Ducrotay: Freedom, it is almost ours. Then we can live our own terms, free from their judgemental gazes!
[07:46] - Dr. Ducrotay enters his car with SCP-5834. He starts up the engine, and drives through the checkpoint of the site.
[END LOG]
Afterword: A security patrol was quickly sent after Dr. Ducrotay and SCP-5834 once their absence was noticed. Dr. Ducrotay was apprehended a few kilometers away from the site, where he had tried to run into the woods after the road was blocked. SCP-5834 fell out of the bag it was held in when Dr. Ducrotay was tackled to the ground by an operative, but did not suffer notable injuries.
Dr. Ducrotay has been brought back to the site, and will be held in a holding cell under constant surveillance until the influence of SCP-5834 wears off.
Human Resources Department
Back To Action Fitness Review
Employee ID Number: 78693342
Employee Name: Doctor Jacob Ducrotay
Job Position: Senior Researcher specializing in biological anomalies with mind-affecting properties.
Reason For Review: Sloppiness on duty, exposure to an anomaly, wasting Foundation resources, causation of a large scale containment breach and overall unacceptable behavior.
Due to recent events pertaining Dr. Jacob Ducrotay and SCP-5834, Dr. Ducrotay's fitness as a Foundation employee has been called to question. Within a timespan of only two weeks, he has caused a series of events that could be referred to as disastrous. It should be noted, however, that these actions were performed under the influence of an anomaly that was clouding his judgement. Thus not all blame can be placed on Ducrotay himself.
The real question here then is, whether the instigating event, forgetting or ignoring to follow an item's containment procedures to their full extent, hints at a grander inadequacy. After careful consideration, Human Resources has come to the conclusion that Dr. Ducrotay is not unfit for duty, but that this incident should be remembered if his performance comes to question in the future, and that his work should be put under increased scrutiny for the time being. We are also cutting his pay to amend for the financial drain caused by his transgression.
This conclusion was reached due to multiple factors, but the main points to raise are the influence of human error and the fact that no lives were lost in the containment breach.
Additional Notes: Dr. Jacob Ducrotay has requested amnestization. This request has been denied.
Lake ██████ during SCP-XXXX.
Special Containment Procedures: The immediate area around Lake ██████ has been blocked off by wire fence under the guise of a chemical leak having contaminated the water.
On October 31st and November 1st of every year, a guard patrol is to be positioned at the lake. During this time period, physical contact with the water of the lake is strictly prohibited. Personnel are not allowed to board SCP-XXXX-1 or engage in conversation with SCP-XXXX-2 without authorization from the Lead Researcher.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a yearly event which takes place on Lake ██████, Idaho. It begins at precisely 22:00, October 31st and lasts for approximately 4 hours. The beginning of SCP-XXXX is signaled by the transformation of the water into an unknown black, opaque liquid. Physical contact with this liquid causes living animals to immediately disappear. Shortly after this transformation, a thick layer of fog will form over the lake. At 22:30, SCP-XXXX-1 will manifest.
SCP-XXXX-1 is a canoe made of black wood. Its manifestation has never been directly witnessed due to the thick fog, but it is signaled by the humming produced by SCP-XXXX-2, and its point of appearance is approximated to be near the center of the lake. SCP-XXXX-1 is navigated by SCP-XXXX-2, who will row it towards the shore and dock it next to the pier.
SCP-XXXX-2 is a humanoid entity wearing black clothing and an Asian straw hat, which obscures most of its face due to the way it positions its head. Its proportions suggest extreme malnourishment, but the only visible part of its body are its hands, the skin of which is grey and cracked. A few personnel claim to have briefly seen two, orange-glowing eyes under the hat, but no photographic evidence supports this.
SCP-XXXX-2 speaks in a muted, cordial tone. It claims to be omniscient, and has proven itself to possess classified Foundation information, as well as knowledge about the personal lives of several personnel. Consequently, SCP-XXXX-2 claims to speak all languages, and has proven itself to be fluent in English, French, Canadian French, Finnish, all Chinese dialects, Tagalog, and Sumerian.
If nobody boards SCP-XXXX-1, it will remain docked until the event concludes, after which SCP-XXXX-2 will move away towards the center of the lake and demanifest. However, if a living human willingly enters SCP-XXXX-1, SCP-XXXX-2 will depart early and navigate away from the shore with the subject. Only one person can enter at a time, and any subsequent attempts at entry are blocked by an invisible barrier, which also prevents subjects from exiting after entry.
Once SCP-XXXX-1 departs with the subject, it will quickly be fully obscured by fog. Shortly after, equipment on the shore will become unable to transmit to personnel on board SCP-XXXX-1, however, video and audio transmissions from SCP-XXXX-1 to the shore will still come through. At the conclusion of SCP-XXXX, SCP-XXXX-1 and all individuals within will demanifest. No subjects who have entered SCP-XXXX-1 have been recovered.
Foreword: D-76654 was equipped with a remote camera and mic and instructed to enter SCP-XXXX-1. They were instructed to find out as much information about the nature of the anomaly as possible.
[D-76654 is escorted to the shore. SCP-XXXX-1 has docked on the pier, and SCP-XXXX-1 is standing in the front of the boat, leaning on an oar.]
D-76654: What is that?
Command: D-76654, please enter SCP-XXXX-1.
D-76654: I- I don't know, man. His humming is creeping me the fuck out.
Command: Please, do as you're told. Refusal is grounds for reprimanding.
SCP-XXXX-2: Don't be afraid, James. They will hurt you more than I ever could if you don't listen to them.6
D-76654: Yeah, no. Fuck this shit. He just said my name. How the fuck do you know my name?
[SCP-XXXX-2 doesn't respond, instead continuing to hum.]
D-76654: No, nope, nah, I'm getting the hell away from this creep.
[D-76654 starts to walk away from the pier, but is stopped by a guard.]
Command: Let him go. He can't enter SCP-XXXX-1 if he's not willing.
[The guard releases D-76654.]
D-76654: Thank you.
SCP-XXXX-2: Little Pangolin.
[D-76654 stops.]
D-76654: What?
SCP-XXXX-2: That's the name she used to call you, isn't it?
[D-76654 appears distressed.]
D-76654: How can you know these things? How do you know about her?
SCP-XXXX-2: I know all, child. More importantly, I can take you to her.
D-76654: What, how?
SCP-XXXX-2: I know where she is, and I can go there. All you have to do, is to get on this boat.
D-76654: Command, is this true?
Command: We don't know, which is exactly why you are here.
[D-76654 is quiet for a few seconds.]
D-76654: Fine, I'll do it.
Command: Thank you. Now please step inside SCP-XXXX-1.
[D-76654 enters SCP-XXXX-1 and sits on one of the seats. SCP-XXXX-2 chuckles and pushes the side of the pier with its oar. It then begins to row away from the shore.]
SCP-XXXX-2: Welcome aboard.
D-76654: Thanks. So where is she? Where is Debrah? Where are you taking me?
SCP-XXXX-2: The afterlife, of course.
D-76654: What? That… that can't be true. You can't be serious.
SCP-XXXX-2: I'm afraid I am. She died, Little Pangolin. Where else would she be?
D-76654: You have no right to call me that!
[D-76654 attempts to exit the boat, but is prevented from doing so by an invisible barrier.]
D-76654: You can't do this to me! I'm alive!
SCP-XXXX-2: No, you're not. You died the moment you stepped on this boat.
D-76654: That's bullshit! Turn this thing around, I want to go back! I said take me back!
[D-76654 lunges at SCP-XXXX-2, but fails to make physical contact as his hands phase through its body. D-76654 retreats and looks at his hands.]
D-76654: I'm… I'm not going back am I? You fucks sent me to die.
Command: I'm afraid so D-76654.
SCP-XXXX-2: Calm down. Sit back and relax. It's not actually that bad being dead. You get to finally rest.
D-76654: But I don't want to die yet.
SCP-XXXX-2: Why not? Everyone ends up on this boat eventually. Besides, you wouldn't have lasted long in the Foundation regardless.
[D-76654 slumps back on their seat. They remain silent for 10 minutes. During this time, contact is lost and Command becomes unable to communicate with D-76654. SCP-XXXX-2 begins to hum again.]
D-76654: Will anyone miss me?
SCP-XXXX-2: A few. Your mother, mainly. Your sister will claim not to, but in truth will be devastated.
D-76654: Really? I- I don't know if I believe that. I did some… horrible things before getting locked up.
SCP-XXXX-2: I know why you're here. I also know that you felt like you had to do what you did.
D-76654: But did I actually? I mean, you said it too. I felt like I did, but… didn't that just make me like them? And if I hadn't done it, I wouldn't be here right now, dealing with all this fucked up shit and talking to a creepy rower who's taking me to the… afterlife.
SCP-XXXX-2: No, you didn't have to do it. You had all the opportunities not to. But you know as well as I do, that if you hadn't, you would be free, yes, but it would have eaten you from the inside until you were nothing but a shell of a man. And they would still be out there, continuing what you stopped. Remember, child, that I have met them all. They sat on this very same boat not a very long time ago.
D-76654: Oh yeah, what was that like?
SCP-XXXX-2: Lets just say that their journey was not as peaceful as yours.
[D-76654 falls silent for 7 minutes. When he continues to speak, he does so whispering.]
D-76654: I'm going to Hell, aren't I?
[SCP-XXXX-2 chuckles.]
SCP-XXXX-2: I'm afraid that it's not that simple, child.
D-76654: That is… not at all comforting.
SCP-XXXX-2: I know.
D-76654: Will I actually be able to see Debrah?
SCP-XXXX-2: Perhaps.
D-76654: Didn't you say that you know everything?
[SCP-XXXX-2 doesn't respond. It and D-76654 fall silent for another 20 minutes. SCP-XXXX-2 continues humming. No other sounds are recorded.]
D-76654: Did anything I do really matter? Like, when I was a kid I always thought that I would really make a difference, you know? My father used to tell me; "boy, the only thing you'll be doing with your life is pick up the shit of others", but still, I always thought I'd amount to something. But I've been going through all the things I've done and I used to think they were important, but now. I can't imagine any of them having had any impact on anything. I wasted my life. I guess my father was right.
SCP-XXXX-2: Did you? In the end, nothing we do has any effect in the grand scheme of things. The sun will eventually swallow this world whole, and all traces of us ever having existed will be erased from the universe. Everything dies and everything dead will be eventually forgotten. But if something doesn't matter, does it mean that it has no value? Some might say that art doesn't matter. It isn't a necessity for living. Most artists struggle to feed themselves. It isn't useful for anything practical. If DaVinci never painted Mona Lisa, would the world be any worse? Despite that, people continue to make and enjoy it. Doesn't that mean it has some intrinsic value? The same applies to life. Everything we do might not have any impact in the long run, but does it have to? It matters in the moment, however fleeting. Isn't that enough?
D-76654: I guess… but when I did… what I did, I thought I was doing a good thing. Ridding the world of evil or some shit. But there are still sick fucks out there, doing the exact same shit. It's like, as if I had taken a handful of sand out of the Sahara desert.
SCP-XXXX-2: Evil is in the eyes of the victim. It's a word that I myself have been called occasionally. There will always be those who wish to inflict harm on others, as there will always be those who wish to get rid of those people. A balance must be held in all things.
[D-76654 chuckles.]
D-76654: I guess you're right. I mean, what the fuck do I know? I'm just some dead lowlife, you're like an eternal divine being or… something.
SCP-XXXX-2: Nothing is eternal.
[D-76654 lays on their back so that their head is set on the edge of the boat. They look off the edge towards the lake.]
D-76654: Man, this lake is really peaceful. Speaking feels wrong, somehow. Like I'm breaking something sacred.
SCP-XXXX-2: The embrace of the swaying is something I'll never get tired of, but the silence begins to weigh on you after an eternity. I only wish that I could still feel the cool touch of the mist on my skin. Or anything, for that matter.
[D-76654 remains silent. SCP-XXXX-2 continues to hum. This continues for most of the remaining trip.]
SCP-XXXX-2: We're here.
[SCP-XXXX-2 stops next to a pier made of black wood. The shore is completely obscured by mist.
Note: This pier has not been observed on the shore of the lake, and the guard patrols have never observed SCP-XXXX-1 approach another shore after departing from the original pier, suggesting the presence of an extradimensional anomaly of some sort.]SCP-XXXX-2: You have a choice here. You can either step on the pier and continue on in the afterlife, or you can jump in the water and stop existing - become nothing.
[D-76654 walks to the side of SCP-XXXX-1 that is against the pier and puts his leg on the edge of the boat. He seems to think for a moment before looking back at SCP-XXXX-2.]
D-76654: Before I go, I want to ask you something. Who are you? You know everything about me, it's only fair that I know something about you as well.
SCP-XXXX-2: I am someone long dead and forgotten. Just like you will be. Just like we all will be.
D-76654: If you're dead too, then why haven't you moved on?
SCP-XXXX-2: Because I cannot. You see, we are both prisoners. This was a punishment for something unspeakable that I did a very long time ago. I cannot leave this boat until every soul on Earth has traveled on it.
D-76654: Oh, I see… I'm sorry.
SCP-XXXX-2: Don't be. I've grown to quite enjoy the lake.
D-76654: Regardless, I hope you find peace someday. It was nice talking to you.
SCP-XXXX-2: Likewise.
D-76654: Goodbye.
[D-76654 undresses and jumps in the water. There is no sound of splashing. SCP-XXXX-2 walks to the side of the boat and sighs.]
SCP-XXXX-2: That's what they all choose.
[SCP-XXXX-2 briefly attempts to put their hand off the side of the boat, but seems to be blocked by an invisible barrier. It sighs and pushes SCP-XXXX-1 off the pier and continues to row. They start to hum again. 5 minutes later, the feed cuts and is never reconnected again.]
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX was held at Area-88, which was built in a remote location, 50 kilometres under ground, for the sole purpose of containing SCP-XXXX. It was contained within a wolfram reinforced containment unit in the middle of Area-88 and held in place with wolfram chains attached to all of its limbs.
Area-88 was built with only one access point, an elevator that can only be operated remotely from above ground. The architecture of Area-88 was intentionally built in a nonsensical pattern, with several hallways and staircases that terminate in dead ends and fake doors.
Personnel were not allowed within Area-88 for purposes other than research or re-containment in the case of a containment breach. All personnel involved in the containment of SCP-XXXX were housed in a separate building above ground. The containment team consisted of 6 members of MTF-Omega 12 ("Achilles' Heels") and Dr. Vosem.
Since the neutralization of the anomaly, SCP-XXXX has been amnesticized and released into the public. It is, however, under surveillance in case of anomalous properties resurfacing.
Description: SCP-XXXX is Johnathan ████████, a 32-year old Caucasian male. It used to possess exceptionally powerful realitybending capabilities, that tended to manifest in uncontrolled bursts of kinetic force targeted towards anything in its immediate vicinity.
SCP-XXXX showed signs of schizophrenia, seemingly believing that it was not responsible for the anomaly. It used to claim that the kinetic forces were instead exerted by an enormous intangible cephalopodal entity, and that its actual ability was resisting this proposed entity. It seemed to believe that this entity was somehow responsible for being in control of the entire populace aside from SCP-XXXX itself. No proof of such an entity was ever discovered.
On 3/1/2020, SCP-XXXX ceased to manifest any anomalous properties, and was reclassified as Neutralized.
Containment Procedures: Containers of SCP-XXXX are to be stored in the cold storage of Site-66, and authorization from the Lead Researcher is required for access.
SCP-XXXX-1 instances are contained in a 60m x 60m x 20m containment habitat, which is refurbished with soil and plant life to simulate a temperate forest. 6 remotely activated beacons capable of producing a sound exceeding 25,000 Hz in frequency are placed in a 6x6 square inside the habitat, next to the door. If one or more of these beacons break, the rest are to be activated and a maintenance engineer is to enter the habitat and replace the broken beacon(s). Three armed guards must be positioned outside the containment area at all times, and the number of SCP-XXXX-1 instances is not allowed to exceed 20 for both security and financial reason. 5 kg of meat per each SCP-XXXX-1 instance is placed in the habitat once per week, during which the beacons are to be activated. 10 litres of SCP-XXXX per each SCP-XXXX-1 instance is pumped into a recess in the middle of the habitat per day. SCP-XXXX-1 are not allowed anywhere within 60 meters of SCP-XXXX-A.
SCP-XXXX-A is contained in a 2km x 2km x 50m containment area outside Site-66, with a 50 meter tall wire fence set around it. SCP-XXXX-A is to be fed 5 kg of grass every day and it is to have water available to it at all times. It is to be milked daily by hand, and the resulting SCP-XXXX is stored in metal containers, each capable of holding 5 litres. SCP-XXXX-A's maintenance is carried out by a group of specially trained handlers. Handlers are equipped with stun guns in case of containment breach, but are not allowed to wear these visibly. While within the containment area, handlers are required to wear a special mask which covers their mouth and nose, and is built in such a way that it can not be removed by the individual wearing it. Weapons and complex machinery are not allowed within SCP-XXXX-A's visual range.
Description: SCP-XXXX is the designation given to the milk produced by SCP-XXXX-A. It is light green in coloration and contains more lipids, protein and vitamins than the milk of any non-anomalous animal, but despite its anomalous properties, does not seem to contain anything that would be considered out of the ordinary for milk.
SCP-XXXX contains a cognitohazard, as any mammal capable of smelling it will get the sudden urge to drink it. Animals will usually act on this urge without hesitation, but most humans are capable of easily resisting it if exposed for only a brief period of time.
If consumed in low amounts, SCP-XXXX has highly beneficial health benefits, even to the point of a minor regenerative effect. Consuming it will accelerate the healing process of minor wounds and inflammations, instantly cure most minor illnesses, as well as destroy accumulated toxins in the body, slightly prolonging lifespan.
However, if consumed in large amounts, e.g 1 liter at once or a cumulative 5 liters within a 7-day period, SCP-XXXX has a transformative effect, overwriting the subjects genetic code and turning them into an SCP-XXXX-1 instance in X stages;
• The subject develops a physical addiction to SCP-XXXX.
• After consuming another liter, the coloration of the subject's iris will turn yellow and their pupil will become slitted. At this stage, reversal is still possible, however, the withdrawal symptoms are lethal in 53% of cases.
• After consuming another 5 liters, the subject, now considered an instance of SCP-XXXX-1, will experience an increase in muscle density and their teeth and nails will sharpen. Additionally, human instances will begin to experience degradation in their prefrontal cortex, parietal cortex and hippocampus, impairing their cognitive skills and memory.
• The SCP-XXXX-1 instance will begin to shed their hair, losing all of it in a span of a few days.
• After all hair has fallen out, the SCP-XXXX-1 instance will begin to molt, shedding their skin and developing scales, which turn greener in coloration with each molting. Additionally, they begin to grow a tail if they do not already have one, which lengthens with each molting until it is fully developed. At this point, the mental degradation of human instances has advanced to an extent where all semblance of their former personality and mental acuity has been lost, reducing them to an instinct-driven, animalistic state.
Any mammal can be turned into an SCP-XXXX-1 instance, and they will usually retain the general shape of their previous form, making ascertaining their original species easy through observation alone. They are carnivorous and extremely hostile, and will generally attack anything in sight with little to no regard for their own life. However, SCP-XXXX-1 instances originating from humans seem to be an exception. They seem to retain at least some of their intellect, for they are extremely cunning and prefer to eliminate their prey through planning and ambushing rather than attacking directly. Additionally, if put in the same space, they will quickly form a pack.
SCP-XXXX-1 are notably stronger and more durable than humans, capable of easily severing limbs through sheer strength and their scales are tough enough to deflect bullets. However, they have a very sensitive hearing, and high-pitched sounds are usually enough to repel or even paralyze them.
Additionally, all SCP-XXXX-1 instances seem to be constantly aware of the whereabouts of SCP-XXXX-A, likely through anomalous means. If an SCP-XXXX-1 instance gets in close proximity with SCP-XXXX-A, it will lay down and molt, turning into a juvenile specimen of SCP-XXXX-A. The Foundation currently has 16 instances of SCP-XXXX-1 in containment.
SCP-XXXX-A is a herbivorous reptilian belonging to the clade Dinosauriae. Its outwards appearance greatly resembles a brachiosaurus, aside from two horns that curve from the sides of its head to the front, and a large udder on its underside. It's scales are purple, and it has golden brown stripes running between the three ridges that run down its neck and back. It is 30 meters tall, 50 meters long and it weighs approximately 60 tons. Its body has been heavily scarred in various places due to its former living conditions, and has a deep phobia of weapons and heavy machinery. A panic attack in the beginning of its containment due to these phobias resulted in the death of six (6) and the injury of ten (10) personnel.
SCP-XXXX-A produces approximately 40 liters of SCP-XXXX every day. It seems to share the cognitohazardous quality of SCP-XXXX, meaning that mammals near SCP-XXXX-A feel an urge to suckle from its udders. SCP-XXXX-A does not appear to have a womb or any sort of reproductive organs, which would suggest that SCP-XXXX is its natural way of reproduction.
SCP-XXXX-A possesses approximately the same level of intelligence as an elephant, and has proven to be highly empathetic towards all animal life, especially SCP-XXXX-1 instances, which it seems to regard as its offspring.
Discovery: On 19/12/2019, the Foundation carried out a raid on a Marshall, Carter & Dark Ltd. auction house in Bath, England. Among the auctioned products were 67 bottles of SCP-XXXX, sold for 1000 GBP each, as well as six instances of SCP-XXXX-1, sold as slaves for 5000 GBP each, but some are believed to have been sold before the raid took place. SCP-XXXX-A, the origin of these anomalies, was not yet discovered.
The following documents cataloging the anomalies for sale were found at the auction house;
| F6EF/J4T9/FRT2 | |
|---|---|
| Status | Selling |
| Demand | High |
| Value | 1000 GBP per bottle |
| Availability | Unlimited |
| Identifier | Dinosaur Milk |
| Description | Who doesn't enjoy an exotic beverage from time to time? And what would be more exotic than the milk of a creature that has been extinct for over 100 million year? And bragging rights are not the only thing you'll be getting out of a glass of this stuff. In addition, it will cure you of any ailments that might be plaguing you, seal up wounds like they never existed, and lengthen your lifespan! Just be sure not to drink too much. |
| TR65/B4V7/CR63 | |
|---|---|
| Status | Selling |
| Demand | Medium |
| Value | 5000 GBP per instance |
| Availability | Current inventory, 56 specimens. Additional specimens can be acquired according to demand |
| Identifier | Scale Servant |
| Description | Short on workers or in need of protection? Don't want to pay your employees? Or do you just want an exotic pet, excellent for hunting or just showing off? Fear not, because MC&D has you covered. These creatures are strong, hardy and capable of doing all manners of manual labor. They are smart and independent enough that they don't require constant care, but they are not intelligent enough to outsmart you. Scale Servants are addicted to Dinosaur Milk and sensitive to high-pitched sounds, so with our special beverage and a special sound device, they are ensured to remain loyal to you. The device is already included in the price, and we will give you the first 500 liters of Dinosaur Milk free with your purchase! |
Incident Report XXXX.8: During a site-wide containment breach, all of the SCP-XXXX-1 instances were accidentally released from containment, resulting in 27 casualties. 7 of the 8 instances were terminated within the site, but one was successful in evading capture and escaping the site.
3 weeks later, reports of a reptilian humanoid roaming in New Hampshire reached Foundation channels, and a search was conducted. The SCP-XXXX-1 was promptly discovered in the vicinity of a abandoned factory, which upon closer inspection was discovered to be a secret storage facility of MC&D. After the SCP-XXXX-1 instance was re-contained, a raid on the storage facility was planned.
Foreword: Following the recontainment of the SCP-XXXX-1 instance, MTF Mu-33 ("Highest Bidders") began to plan a raid on the MC&D storage facility in New Hampshire, which was carried out on 2/17/2020. They were equipped with standard combat equipment, as well as sonic weaponry due to the possibility of SCP-XXXX-1 instances being held inside.
Mission Video Log Transcript
Date: 2/17/2020
Team Lead: μ-33 Taverkin
Team Members: μ-33 Brach, μ-33 Gomez, μ-33 Royale
[MTF Mu-33 are positioned on the edge of the clearing on which the facility is located. They are looking out towards the front gates of the building. Two armed guards are stationed beside the entrance.]
μ-33 Taverkin: Mic check.
μ-33 Brach: Check.
μ-33 Royale: Check.
μ-33 Gomez: Check.
μ-33 Taverkin: Alright. Command thinks this might be where they're making XXXX, which means that we might encounter slash-one's. Have your sonic weapons at the ready.
[Brach and Royale swiftly terminate the guards with a single shot to the head. Mu-33 advances towards the entrance, which Gomez kicks in. The team enters into a short corridor with a door on the other end.
μ-33 Gomez: Clear.
[The team proceeds down the corridor and enters through the door into a large room, where workers with mouth masks are in the process of bottling and packaging bottles of SCP-XXXX. Armed guards are patrolling the room with SCP-XXXX-1 instances walking besides them. Each of the instances is wearing a mechanical collar of some kind, and some of the workers appear to show early signs of transforming into SCP-XXXX-1. Upon noticing MTF Mu-33, the guards appear to press a button on some sort of handheld device, seemingly causing the SCP-XXXX-1 instances great pain, while pointing at the operatives and giving the command "Attack".]
μ-33 Taverkin: Slash-one's! Incapacitate them with your sonic weapons and shoot them in the stomach!
[The SCP-XXXX-1 instances charge at Mu-33, while the guards open fire and the workers flee. Mu-33 fires back, taking out 3 of the 7 guards immediately.]
μ-33 Royale: Shit!
[An SCP-XXXX-1 instance tackles Royale, clawing through his armor and wounding him. Royale manages to fire his sonic weapon at the instance from point-blank range, causing it to recoil and scamper away from him while screaming and clutching its ears. Royale gets up, kicks the entity on its back and terminates it with a shot to the stomach.]
μ-33 Gomez: You okay?
μ-33 Royale: I'll survive.
[Taverkin gets shot non-fatally, but manages to terminate the guard who shot him. Mu-33 manages to terminate the rest of the guards and 5 more SCP-XXXX-1 instances.]
μ-33 Brach: Wasn't there six of the…
[The sound of hissing causes Brach to look up to the ceiling. An SCP-XXXX-1 instance climbing in the ceiling and looking down becomes visible in the bodycam. The instance drops from the ceiling and Brach's bodycam shuts off. The bodycams of the remaining team show the instance grabbing Brach's head, shattering his skull and ripping his head off. It turns to the rest of the team hissing, but gets shot through the mouth by Gomez, dropping to the ground dead.]
μ-33 Royale: It… it killed…
μ-33 Taverkin: Get it together Royale. We have time to mourn later, now we have a job to do.
[The team advances through the remainder of the facility, encountering little resistance, until they enter into another large room, in the middle of which is SCP-XXXX-A, set into a metallic frame with spikes embedded into its flesh, seemingly made to keep it in place. A machine set next to the frame has several tubes pumping some sort of sedative to the creature in order to keep it docile, while another device is constantly milking it. A few guards and workers are positioned around the room, but are easily dispatched or detained by Mu-33.]
μ-33 Gomez: What the…
μ-33 Taverkin: Uh, Command, are you seeing this?
Command: Yes, we are.
μ-33 Taverkin: Yeah, we're gonna need some extra hands here. Send a medic too, Royale is wounded.
Afterword: After the discovery of SCP-XXXX-A and the securing off the facility, additional containment teams were sent to the location. SCP-XXXX-A was safely removed from the devices and frame, and transported to Site-66 in a containment operation which took several hours, but succeeded without much issue. During the operation, MTF Mu-33 discovered a computer in the room SCP-XXXX-1 was held in, on which were several emails containing valuable information regarding the anomaly.
| Memo 01 | |||
|---|---|---|---|
| HP8Y/GFE4/VGO2 | |||
| Sender | Robert Maritius | Recipient | Thaddeus Marshall |
| Good news, Mr. Marshall. The artifact you have sent me works magnificently! I am currently looking at a living, breathing Aquilops specimen, reanimated from its previous fossilized state. I have purchased a great number of fossils from around the world, which are being transferred here as I write this. I will soon be able to start the mass production of extinct animals, which will surely go like water in the desert to those of your clients with an affinity towards exotic pets. | |||
| Marshall, Carter and Dark, LLP | |||
| Memo 02 | |||
|---|---|---|---|
| HP8Y/GFE4/VGO2 | |||
| Sender | Robert Maritius | Recipient | Thaddeus Marshall |
| I have made the most exciting scientific discovery! Production has been going smoothly for the most part, and we already have a wide range of critters for your clients to choose from. The most recent creation, however, is the most interesting one. It was reanimated from an unidentified fossil of a tailbone, and what a creature it turned out to originate from. Believe it or not, this dinosaur has udders! We fed it some grass and it has begun to produce milk! I suggest we leave this one not-for-sale, as the capitalization of dinosaur milk will surely turn out more profitable in the long run. | |||
| Marshall, Carter and Dark, LLP | |||
| Memo 03 | |||
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| HP8Y/GFE4/VGO2 | |||
| Sender | Thaddeus Marshall | Recipient | Robert Maritius |
| Robert, this is is a wondrous development indeed. The marketing possibilities of dinosaur milk surely are great, but first we need to figure out whether or not it is even drinkable. Begin testing as swiftly as possible and inform me of any further developments. | |||
| Marshall, Carter and Dark, LLP | |||
| Memo 04 | |||
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| HP8Y/GFE4/VGO2 | |||
| Sender | Robert Maritius | Recipient | Thaddeus Marshall |
| Per your request, I have begun testing the milk on some of our workers and the initial results are extremely promising. First of all, it tastes very similar to regular cow milk, so nothing special there. However, the effects of this stuff are very special indeed. It seems to have some sort of regenerative effect, as it completely healed a bite wound on one of my workers which they had received from a velociraptor previously in the day. Blood tests would also seem to indicate that it has purged all toxins from their system, meaning a possible increase in lifespan. I will continue testing to determine the exact limits of this effect. I have sent you a sample of the substance so you can witness its power with your own eyes. I propose that we give this substance its own designation. |
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| Marshall, Carter and Dark, LLP | |||
| Memo 05 | |||
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| F6EF/J4T9/FRT2 | |||
| Sender | Thaddeus Marshall | Recipient | Robert Maritius |
| Seems you have been busy, dear Robert. If I were you, I would expect a significant raise in the near future. I have received the sample you sent me and confirmed the effects, though let it be known that I do not lack the means to lengthen my own life. This indeed calls for its own designation, you'll find it in the beginning of this memo. I would suggest pushing the pet business to the side for the moment, as I expect this to be a much more lucrative business venture. We must also ensure that the source of this wonderful beverage is secured. Keep it stationary, and preferably sedated as well. We can't have it trashing around the place, injuring itself and other assets. |
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| Marshall, Carter and Dark, LLP | |||
| Memo 06 | |||
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| F6EF/J4T9/FRT2 | |||
| Sender | Robert Maritius | Recipient | Thaddeus Marshall |
| Mr. Marshall, there has been a rather unexpected development. First, one of the workers we have been testing on became gravely addicted to the substance. Now, it seems that they have begun a metamorphosis of some sort. It appears that they are slowly turning into a lizard. This seems to happen to anyone who drinks too much of the milk too quickly. | |||
| Marshall, Carter and Dark, LLP | |||
| Memo 07 | |||
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| F6EF/J4T9/FRT2 | |||
| Sender | Thaddeus Marshall | Recipient | Robert Maritius |
| Well, this is indeed surprising. Potentially disappointing as well. However, lets not give up yet. See where this transformation leads. An opportunity might yet present itself from this predicament. | |||
| Marshall, Carter and Dark, LLP | |||
| Memo 08 | |||
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| F6EF/J4T9/FRT2 | |||
| Sender | Robert Maritius | Recipient | Thaddeus Marshall |
| It seems you were right, as always Mr. Marshall. A few of my workers have gone through full metamorphosis, and are now fully reptilian. They are nothing but beasts, it would seem. Feral ones, as well, as the death of a couple of workers proves. However, this is not necessarily a setback, as you said. These creatures are very strong and it seems that they despise high-pitched noises, and can be easily conditioned to follow orders through this weakness. I'm sure your clients would appreciate tireless, strong workers that follow orders without requiring pay. |
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| Marshall, Carter and Dark, LLP | |||
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On 30/7/2019, SCP-5000-3 manifested next to Site-19. A portion of Wing-35 was immediately turned into sawdust and Wings 17 and 19 switched places, causing 24 containment breaches across the Site.
SCP-5000-3 was seen reaching its hand behind itself and grabbing the handle of the sword pierced through its back. Upon contact with SCP-5000-3's hand, the blade of the sword ignited.
But before it was able to pull the sword out, however, SCP-5000-1 manifested next to SCP-5000-3 and tackled the entity to the ground before demanifesting with it. Only an hour later, the entities manifested again near the Appalachian, seemingly engaged in physical combat. This lasted for approximately 7 minutes, during which SCP-5000-1 managed to constrict SCP-5000-3 with roots, which the entity eventually managed to break apart, before ripping a peace from SCP-5000-1's side.
Following this, SCP-5000-2 manifested and forced the two entities apart with the use of telekinesis, after which all the entities demanifested.
SCP-5000 is the collective designation for three seemingly related entities, each of which has also been given their respective sub-designation7. All of the entities are 50 meters tall and vaguely humanoid in appearance, but otherwise vary greatly in morphology, as described below;
SCP-XXXX's condition is externally indistinguishable from the non-anomalous variety of AHS, aside from the fact that the movements of the affected hand are unusually co-ordinated. The presence of an anomaly is discovered upon inspection of the subjects brain. There are no observable lesions in SCP-XXXX's corpus callosum, posterior parietal cortex, supplementary motor area, or the anterior cingulate cortex. AHS is usually caused by damage to these areas of the brain.
Additionally, the amount of electrical activity in SCP-XXXX's brain appears to be doubled compared to a non-anomalous individual, especially in the prefrontal cortex. The exception to this is the motor cortex, which appears to function normally, aside from the contralateral primary motor area having been isolated from the rest of the motor cortex.
