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"He maintains dominions over the soda machine"
Item No. SCP-#
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: The City block on which SCP-#-A is situated has been bought out by the foundation, and has been designated Site ██. SCP-#-A itself is to be monitored for any activity that may warrant Euclid, Keter, or Apollyon classification. Any persons who were previously aware of SCP-#'s existence have been administered Class A amnestics.
Description: SCP-# is a 30-40 year-old human male of European descent. SCP-# possesses a posh accent, And is always seen wearing an outfit typically worn by a member of royalty. He has been shown to possess nearly limitless reality-warping abilities, with one exception; He can only influence reality within the confines of a Circle-K convenience store, located in ████████, Oregon, Hereby SCP-#-A
The interior of SCP-#-A is inhabited by a authoritarian police state, run by SCP-#, which he refers to as his "kingdom." It's civilians appear to consist of missing residents of ████████. It's Army consists mainly of Hostile creatures, themed after various convenience store food items. SCP-#-A has been shown to have a large Praetorian guard, as while as several slaves, presumed to be former employees of the store.
Addendum SCP-#-1: Drone exploration of SCP-#-A
9:00:20 AM : Drone takes off from the floor of site ██. Proceeds to enter SCP-#-A.
9:00:54 AM: Drone Is within SCP-#-A. Visual feed displays a Castle in the northeastern corner of SCP-#-A, And a "city" In the northwest corner. Drone Maneuvers towards the city.
9:01:33 AM: Drone Arrives at the city. Visual feed displays A stone Wall surrounding approximately 12 square meters of the store. Several of the aisles have been furnished and inhabited by residents. Several ornate banners are draped over the walls of the store. 2 Armed guards, Vaguely resembling Cans of Pringles-brand chips, and stations at the south and east entrances.
9:01:54 AM: Guards engage drone. Drone attempts to maneuver away.
9:02:08 AM: Contact with drone lost.
Addendum SCP-#-2: Transmission from SCP-#
At 3:00:26 PM, The drone continued transmissing visual and audio data. The feed displayed SCP-#, Looking into the camera and addressing the foundation. The tracking device embedded within the drone indicates that the video was taken from the northeastern castle in SCP-#-A
The following is a transcript of the transmission.
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*Transmission begins*
(SCP-# Is shown floating in what looks to be the interior of a castle, With 2 armed guards, resembling ██████ brand miniature doughnuts, Standing behind him.
"Hello. I don't know who you think you are, building a wall around my kingdom, robbing me of future subjects. Whoever you are, I order you to bring down these walls around me. If you don't…
*Small Flames appear along the top of SCP-#'s Arms and shoulders.*
THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES.
*End Transmission*
At 1:32:35 AM, Site ██ Recieved another transmission from SCP-#.
*Begin Transmission*
Look, I know you're probably rolling your eyes at my threats. You think I an incapable of leaving my realm. But mark my words, I will find a way to get out of here, and when I do, yo0u had better HOPE you're on my good side.
Notes: Currently, It looks like SCP-# Is confined to the store, but we can't take any chances. If you find that there's even a slight chance he could escape, for the love of god, tell someone.
~Dr. ██████
Addendum 3: Transmission from a Subject of SCP-#
On June █, 9 days after the transmissions from SCP-#, Site-██ received a third transmission from the drone, This time originating from the Northwestern corner of the store.
*Begin transmission*
(During this broadcast, Three hooded figures are shown on screen, The middle figure begins talking to the camera.)
"Hello? Are you guys picking this up? Listen, we need your help. We all do. My name is Steve █████, and I have been living under the King for three years. It been horrible. One day, I was driving up to ████████, and I stopped here for a Mountain Dew. Next thing you know, I'm under the control of a ruthless dictator. Every day, I'm forced to build statues of the King, until the store is full of these statues; then, he erases them all and makes me start over. And I'm one of the lucky ones.
(The figure speaking turns to the left figure)
My friend Jason here, he was an employee at the store. He's Been here longer than any of us. Says this place was a normal Circle K store 20-odd years ago, until it wasn't. He was a slave of the King, until he escaped just a few hours ago.
(Middle figure turns to the right figure)
And this is Chelsea. She was the wife of the King, at least one of them. He gets a new one every month, god knows what happens to the old ones. If the King doesn't come looking for his 'lover' (He usually doesn't), He'll Get a new one in a week.
Look, what's important is that You're here. You've built this building around the store, you've made sure nobody New suffers the same fate. That's a start. Now you need to find a way to destroy the King. I don't know how, none of us do. But you guys look like the kind of people who could figure it out. You guys are like scientists, and soldiers, right? from the government?
(SCP-# manifests behind the three figures)
Oh god!
SCP-#: DEFECTORS! YOU SHALL BE PUNISHED FOR YOUR TREACHERY!
(All three of the figures begin coughing up blood, before collapsing.)
SCP-#: Let that be a warning to you plebeians. I will not be displeased.
*End Transmission*
Item #: SCP-#
Object Class: Safe-Provisi
Special Containment Procedures: The City block on which SCP-#-A is situated has been bought out by the foundation, and has been designated Site 153. SCP-#-A itself is to be monitored for any activity that may warrant Euclid, Keter, or Apollyon reclassification. MTF Gamma-11 (Strange Things are Afoot) are stationed in and around the site, And have been provided with Scranton Technetium Rifles and assorted survival equipment. Any persons who were previously aware of SCP-#'s existence, or the anomalous nature of SCP-#-A, have been administered Class A amnestics.
Description: SCP-# is a human male of European descent, appearing to be between the ages of 30-40 years old. SCP-# possesses a posh accent, demonstrates hostile and sadistic mannerisms, and is always seen wearing an outfit typically worn by a member of British, French, and/or Danish royalty. He has been shown to possess nearly limitless reality-warping abilities, with one exception; He can only influence reality within the confines of a Circle-K convenience store, located in █████████, Oregon, Hereby SCP-#-A. SCP-# Is unable to leave SCP-#-A, as are any objects or entries, living or dead. SCP-# has voiced a strong desire to escape SCP-#-A.
The Windows of SCP-#-A are completely Opaque, but drone exploration indicates an interior vastly different from that of a typical Circle K store. The interior of SCP-#-A is inhabited by a authoritarian police state, run by SCP-#, which he refers to as his "kingdom." The state's police force consists mainly of Hostile creatures, each one modeled after various convenience store food items. SCP-#has been shown to have a large Praetorian guard, as while as several slaves, presumed to be former employees of the store.
SCP-# Came to the foundation's attention following a particularly large wave of missing persons reports filed in █████████ between June █ and July █, 2013. It was considered a low priority investigation until a text conversation, caught by Foundation wire-tappers, confirmed its anomalous properties. this conversation has been transcribed in Addendum SCP-#-3
Addendum SCP-#-1: Drone exploration of SCP-#-A
9:00:20 AM : Drone takes off from the floor of site 153. Proceeds to enter SCP-#-A.
9:00:54 AM: Drone Is within SCP-#-A. Visual feed displays a Castle in the northeastern corner of SCP-#-A, And a "city" In the northwest corner of the store. Drone Maneuvers towards the city.
9:01:33 AM: Drone Arrives at the city. Visual feed displays A stone Wall surrounding approximately 12 square meters of the store. Several of the aisles have been furnished and inhabited by residents. Several ornate banners are draped over the
walls of the store. 2 Armed guards, Vaguely resembling Cans of Pringles-brand chips, and stations at the south and east entrances.
9:01:54 AM: Guards engage drone. Drone attempts to maneuver away.
9:02:08 AM: Contact with drone lost.
Addendum SCP-#-2 Transmissions from SCP-#
At 3:00:26 PM, The drone continued transmissions. The feed displayed SCP-#, Looking into the camera and addressing the foundation. The tracking device embedded within the drone indicates that the video was taken from the northeastern castle in SCP-#-A
The following is a transcript of the transmission.
(SCP-# Is shown floating in what looks to be the interior of a castle, With 2 armed guards, resembling ███████ brand miniature doughnuts, Standing behind him.
"Hello. I don't know who you think you are, building a wall around my kingdom, robbing me of future subjects. Whoever you are, I order you to bring down these walls around me. If you don't…
*Small Flames appear along the top of SCP-#'s Arms and shoulders.*
THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES.
*End Transmission*
At 1:32:35 AM, Site 153 Recieved another transmission from SCP-#, having refused to grant SCP-#'s request.
*Begin Transmission*
(SCP-# Is standing in the same place as the first transmission. This time, several █████-brand playing cards are floating around SCP-#)
"Well, it looks like you've called my bluff. Good for you."
(All playing cards burst into flames and crumple within seconds.)
"The truth is, I cannot actually leave this store. Neither can any of my subjects. come to think of it, I don't think anything that has come in here has ever left. But one day I'll find a way out. My kingdom will expand without bound, And whatever lays beyond will be helpless to stop me. You better HOPE you're on my good side. You can start by removing you structure and allowing my kingdom some room to breathe."
Note: Currently, It looks like SCP-# Is confined to the store, but we can't take any chances. If you find that there's even a slight chance it could escape, for the love of god, tell someone.
~Dr. Quill
Addendum SCP-#-3: Transcript of the text conversation between Steve ████ and Margaret ███████
On Tuesday, June 26, Margaret ███████ Was travelling to Sisters, OR for her wedding with Steve ████. Margaret's Texts are labeled M, Steve's Texts are labeled S.
Tuesday
9:15 M: Hi honey, I'm Going to have to stop for some coffee, I'm exhausted. Can I bring you anything?
9:16 S: yea, some of those good [REDACTED] donuts
9:17 M: (Winking face emoji) Be there soon!
9:19 M: (think the store might be closed
9:19 M: let me check
9:20 M: yea it's closed
9:21 M: the door won't open
9:21 M: I think Im stuck
9:30 S: honey?
Thursday, June 28
12:22 M: Oh my god my phone
12:22 M: thank god
12:22 S: OMG where are you?
12:23 M: they have me trapped here
12:23 M: There's like a whole kingdom in here
12:23 M: There's hardly any food or water for us
12:23 M: OMG
1:05 M: HES HERE
1:07 M: goodbye I love you
1:10 S: I'm calling the cops
1:34 M: I wouldn't advise doing that, plebeian.
1:41 S: who the hell are you
1:41 S: let my fiancé go
1:43 M: She entered my kingdom, she's under my rule. Or at least, she was.
1:43 M: yea, I killed her. such a shame. would have made a great… well, know.
1:45 S: you sick [EXPLETIVE] the cops are almost here
1:45 M: Oh, joy!
Note: While being interviewed, Steve ████ overheard a conversation between the interviewer and a Sr researcher regarding the use of amnestics. Steve interrupted the conversation, sobbing and pleading to be administered "the strongest stuff you've got." Class E Anmestics administered.
*While I respect your sense of empathy, in the future, please do not issue Class E amnestics outside of direct orders from O5 command.
~O5-11*
Addendum SCP-#-4: Small but related notes.
-On August █, 2014, one of SCP-#-A's 'native creatures', an animate 2-litre bottle of &-up brand soda with four insect-like legs, was found wandering outside the store. how it escaped is unknown, presumed to be an isolated incident. SCP-# upgraded to Safe-Provisi.
-On January █, 2015, the strip lights within +SCP-#-A began flickering on and off. when translated into morse code, a message was found, reading HELPUSFOUNDATION. The next day, several corpses were found hanging from the ceiling, with SCP-# giving a speech regarding "traitors" over the store's intercom.
-On October █, 2015, researchers found a small inscription carved into the side of SCP-#-A's exterior. The inscription read, "another satisfied customer", with a stylized image of the golden gate bridge carved below. presumed to be non-anomalous graffiti.
Item #: SCP-#
Object Class: Safe-Provisi
Special Containment Procedures: The City block on which SCP-#-A is situated has been bought out by the foundation, and has been designated Site 153. SCP-#-A itself is to be monitored for any activity that may warrant Euclid, Keter, or Apollyon reclassification. MTF Gamma-11 (Strange Things are Afoot) are stationed in and around the site, And have been provided with Scranton Technetium Rifles and assorted survival equipment. Any persons who were previously aware of SCP-#'s existence, or the anomalous nature of SCP-#-A, have been administered Class A amnestics.
Description: SCP-# is a human male of European descent, appearing to be between the ages of 30-40 years old. SCP-# possesses a posh accent, demonstrates hostile and sadistic mannerisms, and is always seen wearing an outfit typically worn by a member of British, French, and/or Danish royalty. He has been shown to possess nearly limitless reality-warping abilities, with one exception; He can only influence reality within the confines of a Circle-K convenience store, located in █████████, Oregon, Hereby SCP-#-A. SCP-# Is unable to leave SCP-#-A, as are any objects or entries, living or dead. SCP-# has voiced a strong desire to escape SCP-#-A.
The Windows of SCP-#-A are completely Opaque, but drone exploration indicates an interior vastly different from that of a typical Circle K store. The interior of SCP-#-A is inhabited by a authoritarian police state, run by SCP-#, which he refers to as his "kingdom." The state's police force consists mainly of Hostile creatures, each one modeled after various convenience store food items. SCP-#has been shown to have a large Praetorian guard, as while as several slaves, presumed to be former employees of the store.
SCP-# Came to the foundation's attention following a particularly large wave of missing persons reports filed in █████████ between June █ and July █, 2013. It was considered a low priority investigation until a text conversation, caught by Foundation wire-tappers, confirmed its anomalous properties. this conversation has been transcribed in Addendum SCP-#-3
Addendum SCP-#-1: Drone exploration of SCP-#-A
9:00:20 AM : Drone takes off from the floor of site 153. Proceeds to enter SCP-#-A.
9:00:54 AM: Drone Is within SCP-#-A. Visual feed displays a Castle in the northeastern corner of SCP-#-A, And a "city" In the northwest corner of the store. Drone Maneuvers towards the city.
9:01:33 AM: Drone Arrives at the city. Visual feed displays A stone Wall surrounding approximately 12 square meters of the store. Several of the aisles have been furnished and inhabited by residents. Several ornate banners are draped over the
walls of the store. 2 Armed guards, Vaguely resembling Cans of Pringles-brand chips, and stations at the south and east entrances.
9:01:54 AM: Guards engage drone. Drone attempts to maneuver away.
9:02:08 AM: Contact with drone lost.
Addendum SCP-#-2 Transmissions from SCP-#
At 3:00:26 PM, The drone continued transmissions. The feed displayed SCP-#, Looking into the camera and addressing the foundation. The tracking device embedded within the drone indicates that the video was taken from the northeastern castle in SCP-#-A
The following is a transcript of the transmission.
(SCP-# Is shown floating in what looks to be the interior of a castle, With 2 armed guards, resembling ███████ brand miniature doughnuts, Standing behind him.
"Hello. I don't know who you think you are, building a wall around my kingdom, robbing me of future subjects. Whoever you are, I order you to bring down these walls around me. If you don't…
*Small Flames appear along the top of SCP-#'s Arms and shoulders.*
THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES.
*End Transmission*
At 1:32:35 AM, Site 153 Recieved another transmission from SCP-#, having refused to grant SCP-#'s request.
*Begin Transmission*
(SCP-# Is standing in the same place as the first transmission. This time, several █████-brand playing cards are floating around SCP-#)
"I know you're probably giggling at my threats. You think I cant leave my kingdom. but mark my words; I will find a way out. and when I do, you had better hope you're on my good side. You can start by bringing down those barriers, and letting new subjects into my kingdom. I urge you to choose wisely.
Note: Currently, It looks like SCP-# Is confined to the store, but we can't take any chances. If you find that there's even a slight chance it could escape, for the love of god, tell someone.
~Dr. Tyche
Update: at least ██ different messages were sent between August █ and ██ from within SCP-#-A, consisting of blackmail against several senior researchers and the site director at Site-153, Memetic kill agents,and ████████. Drone reciever has been disabled, and communication jammers have been installed around SCP-#-A. These precautions have so far proven successful.
Addendum SCP-#-3: Transcript of the text conversation between Steve ████ and Margaret ███████
On Tuesday, June 26, Margaret ███████ Was travelling to Sisters, OR for her wedding with Steve ████. Margaret's Texts are labeled M, Steve's Texts are labeled S.
Tuesday
9:15 M: Hi honey, I'm Going to have to stop for some coffee, I'm exhausted. Can I bring you anything?
9:16 S: yea, some of those good ███████ donuts
9:17 M: (Winking face emoji) Be there soon!
9:19 M: (think the store might be closed
9:19 M: let me check
9:20 M: yea it's closed
9:21 M: the door won't open
9:21 M: I think Im stuck
9:30 S: honey?
Thursday, June 28
12:22 M: Oh my god my phone
12:22 M: thank god
12:22 S: OMG where are you?
12:23 M: they have me trapped here
12:23 M: There's like a whole kingdom in here
12:23 M: There's hardly any food or water for us
12:23 M: OMG
1:05 M: HES HERE
1:07 M: goodbye I love you
1:10 S: I'm calling the cops
1:34 M: I wouldn't advise doing that, plebeian.
1:41 S: who the hell are you
1:41 S: let my fiancé go
1:43 M: She entered my kingdom, she's under my rule. Or at least, she was.
1:45 S: you sick [EXPLETIVE] the cops are almost here
1:45 M: Your Nations Guards are no match against those of mine.
Addendum SCP-#-4: Small but related notes.
-On August █, 2014, one of SCP-#-A's 'native creatures', an animate 2-litre bottle of 7-up brand soda with four insect-like legs, was found wandering outside the store. how it escaped is unknown, presumed to be an isolated incident. SCP-# upgraded to Safe-Provisi.
-On January █, 2015, the strip lights within +SCP-#-A began flickering on and off. when translated into morse code, a message was found, reading HELPUSSCP The next day, several corpses were found hanging from the ceiling, with SCP-# giving a speech regarding "traitors" over the store's intercom.
-On October █, 2015, researchers found a small inscription carved into the side of SCP-#-A's exterior. The inscription read, "another satisfied customer", with a stylized image of the golden gate bridge carved below. presumed to be non-anomalous graffiti.
-On October ██, 2015, The entirely of SCP-#-A and Site 153 was bathed in light. Later confirmed to be a nuclear detonation brought on by SCP-#-A as a threat against the foundation. After 1 minute 30 seconds, the interior of SCP-# was restored to its original form and its inhabitants were revived.
