Sketch of SCP-4817. Drawn by SCP-073, who is the only entity (still alive) that has seen the beast face to face.
#SCP-4817
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4817 is to be kept in a large chamber 70 meters in width, 130 meters in length, and a ceiling 30 meters high. Walls are to be made of 15 centimeters thick titanium. Four Security Officers must monitor the subjects cell at all times. Shifts will be changed every six hours. The subjects cell must be at a temperature of 43 degrees Celsius at all times. Microphones have been placed in it's cell and must be monitored at all times.
Description: SCP-4817 is a unique canid biped with pitch black skin. It appears to be the Egyptian God of Death and Embalming, Anubis. Weighing 83.6 kilograms and a height of 2.19 meters tall. The subject is missing it's left eye and a gaping black hole is all that remains. SCP-4817's right eye is a luminescent blue. Its ears are cut and torn, and its face appears to be rotted with skin missing in some places. It wears a nemes crown with a snake at the forehead, also bearing a false beard Its incisors are razor sharp. It has been able to form two black and gold swords from out of nowhere. The subjects fingers have sharp claws that are approximately 3 centimeters long. These claws have so far proven to be able to pierce through any material. It is extremely intelligent, being able to speak and understand every language. Its voice is deep and raspy, and sounds as if it is struggling to breathe. Any device that can record video within a kilometer of the entity will begin to freeze, melt and fry all circuits. The temperature within 2.5 meters of the entity, has been measured to be -13 degrees Celsius. It has launched spikes of ice from its hands. These projectiles do not seem to stop moving until making physical contact with an object. The temperature of these spikes was studied, they seem to be Absolute Zero, the coldest temperature ever measured. When a human makes physical contact with these objects, they are instantly frozen from the inside, resulting in immediate death. However, SCP-4817 does not seem to be effected at all by extremely high temperatures. SCP-4817's physical strength is unlike anything imaginable. The subject has used its incredible leg strength to launch itself hundreds of meters forward in just a few seconds.
SCP-4817 was discovered on 4/26/2018. The foundation had been investigating reported anomalous occurrences in the Great Pyramid of Giza. Giovanni LeVance found a stumbled upon a "trap door". Before falling, he managed to catch himself. A four man research team and a six man squad was sent down the hole, along with Giovanni himself. Which was approximately 50 meters high. When reaching the bottom they found themselves in a small room measuring 10 meters in length and width. At the opposite end of the room was a singularity. When stepping through the portal, the team found themselves at the entrance of a large city made completely of gold. The only thing that seemed not to be made of gold was a massive pitch black pyramid near the middle of the city. It is believed that the portal is a direct entrance to SCP-4077. There seemed to be an entire civilization living in this city. The group decided it would be better to go back and report their findings. Upon reentering our own world, and returning to the entrance of the Pyramid of Giza's entrance, a large entity was slaughtering countless tourists. It took MTF Nu-7, MTF Epsilon-11, and MTF Epsilon-9 two days of attacking the entity until it surrendered, the subject did not seem to receive any damage. The entire team was killed but only LeVance's body was not found. Dubbed SCP-4817, the entity was then transported to Site 17 for containment. It was to be interrogated by Dr. Tobias Hale. He was sent into the cell with 6 armed guards.
[> Interviewed: [SCP-4817]
[> Interviewee: [Dr. Tobias Hale]
<Begin Log>
Dr. Hale: Hello there.
SCP-4817: What´s up doc? (Appears to be smiling and lets out something of a chuckle)
Dr. Hale: Is something funny?
SCP-4817: Yeah, one of your eyes is a little bit higher than the other, your nose is off center, and your voice sounds like you just sucked in a bunch of helium even though you're like, 50. Did your balls never drop? That's sad. Plus you walk like you've got a cactus up your ass.
Dr. Hale: Well have you seen yourself? You don't look so handsome either.
SCP-4817: You don't have to be so rude. For your information, I'm actually quite the attractive young man when I appear human.
Dr. Hale: You're human?
SCP-4817: No you fucktard, but I can appear as one, so once I get the fuck out of here. Your boys won't find me.
Dr. Hale: (chuckles.) What will you do if you get out?
SCP-4817: There is no if. I will. But first, I'm going to kill you and anybody else who's seen me. Besides one. But he hasn't seen me yet. If you want your task force members to survive, give them amnestics and cosmetic surgery. I hate killing soldiers, but yours attacked me. Then, I'll take back what your Foundation took from me.
Dr. Hale: What did we take?
SCP-4817: A lot. A whole bunch of stuff that my brother stole from me, like my pen and my obsidian knife. Then there's my pets.
Dr. Hale: Your pets?
SCP-4817: Yeah jackass, you took a whole bunch of my creations. You took my deer, my tortoise, and my first attempt at creating a human. Oh yeah, and my fucking Megadile.
Dr. Hale: What do you mean your first attempt at creating a human?
SCP-4817: Yep. Humans existed before, but nobody was in that desert. My first attempt failed, but he's still alive and well. You might know him. He's kinda shy, has long ass arms, and is hella ugly. Nile always made fun of him, so he got really insecure about himself. They fought until eventually Nile threw him halfway across the planet. I've heard he's also very good at killing, just like his father.
Dr. Hale: Who is "Nile"?
SCP-4817: My favorite creation. A invincible, badass crocodile. Plus, he also has hair so he's fluffy and loving. Even though he only loves me. You have him swim in acid all day. Why do you think he hates people so much? What's his number?… Fuck… Oh yeah! SCP-692. That's what you call him. He's my favorite animal ever. He's exactly like me, but is actually an animal. I just look like one.
Dr. Hale: Do you know who you look like?
SCP-4817: Anubis. God of Embalming and Death. I know.
Dr. Hale: Indeed. Did you do that on purpose?
SCP-4817: I am him! I can travel through time bud. I wasn't born on Earth. I'm the King of the Dead.
Dr. Hale: Are you a god?
SCP-4817: God? No. High Elder God, yes. I used to be a Low Elder God. The High Elder Gods are the strongest beings, like… ever. How did I rank up? When Scarlet tried to destroy all of Creation I was the one slaying all of his Leviathans and goons. The High Elder Gods needed somebody that could rule over the dead, but was also extremely strong. The more shit I kill, the stronger I get. So they summoned me, told me that I could be like them, if I could defeat one of them in a one on one. No magic or anything. Only physical strength, so I used two swords. [DATA EXPUNGED] used a huge ass ax. It was tough, but I won. I lost my eye though. That sucks, but I can still see like I have both eyes. I also have a licence to kill, meaning I can kill anyone with out punishment. They asked me one thing, kill The Scarlet King. For some reason nobody can find him, he always was a tricky motherfucker. We used to be best friends, then he went all goofy. There's the underworld and my little section of Creation I call it the "City of Gold". I remember when I first came down to Earth. I saw this desert. Thought to myself "This place is fucking garbage." So I was like, how about I make a big ass river. Then created some humans. I told them my name then also made some fake gods, I came up with names on the spot so that's why their names were so weird. They also imitated my clothing choice. My fake beard, my crown. Once they made pyramids, I killed the false gods. Went underground and built my Black Pyramid and The City Of Gold. Badaboom Badabam, I ditched the Egyptians and saw all of these people who committed suicide because they thought they were alone, that nobody cared. They go to the City. They are my soldiers, The City is a heaven. But. Since your boys invaded my City. I'm going to wipe out a lot more people and put them in their own personal hell. So when I do get out. I'm going back there, killing all of your men. I'm taking back what's mine. But I will find Scarlet, and kill him for good, then the [DATA EXPUNGED]. Ya know, my brother is actually the reason this Foundation was started. If you call him [DATA EXPUNGED]. You might as well just call me The Destroyer. I'm coming for him. He has Gods on his side, I have Gods on mine. He's got an army, I've got a better one. I don't know where he is yet. He told you to get ready, you better hope you are. The War is about to start. My disease is already spreading, but only on being can see it and cure it. I've gotta kill him too.
Dr. Hale: Where is this "City of Gold"?
SCP-4817: You've already found it, but my people have probably already killed all invaders.
Dr. Hale: Do you live somewhere in this "City of Gold"?
SCP-4817: You'll have to figure that out yourself. Because… STRANGER DANGER! I can't reveal my personal information to you. You do look like the type of dude that abducts children. Oh… wait… you are. You should change your name to Peter Phile.
Dr. Hale: (Visually aggravated) You really are very disrespectful.
SCP-4817: No I'm not. You're just being a jackass. This is getting boring. Let's have a party, tell me buddy, do you like ice with your Kool-Aid? I DO!
<End Log>
Closing Statement: Every surface in the room began to frost over and SCP-4817 became hostile. After killing all four guards, SCP-4817 ripped out Dr. Hale's larynx.
CONTAINMENT BREACH
On 12/14/2018, SCP-4817 broke containment. Its cell door was clawed and pried open. SCP-4817 managed to kill 134 people during its breakout. SCP-4817 seems to have killed everyone that had seen its face. All mobile task force members that have made contacts with SCP-4817 will be given amnestics and cosmetic surgery. Before escaping, subject came into contact with SCP-073 neither made an attempt attack each other. SCP-073 reports that SCP-4817 said "You're that freak with photographic memory. Draw me, that's the only way they have a chance at stopping me. See ya fuckface. By the way you got a little something on your forehead." SCP-073 later sketched an image of SCP-4817. Giovanni LeVance's body was found near the entrance. His trachea was torn out of his neck. Journals were found on his person.
Exploration of the "City of Gold"
Day 1
Entry 1: After witnessing that monstrosity of a creature, I have run back to The Gate. Again, I stand at the entrance of The City of Gold. It seems to be a never ending forest with golden grass. The trees have black trunks and golden leaves. The sun appears as a glowing blue ball of fire in the sky. I wonder what awaits me as I explore this strange world.
Entry 2: I have been exploring for what seems like hours, the city is beautiful. The entire population seems to be able to speak English. Their clothing is strangely beautiful. It seems to be casual clothing, such as hoodies, jeans, shorts, t-shirts, and shoes. But every bit of clothing has magnificent designs. I asked for a map, and I was granted one. The people are very kind and friendly. I asked for a map, and I was granted one. The city is massive in size, perhaps even larger than the entire state of Texas. The buildings are made of solid gold. I am currently sitting down on a wonderfully carved bench of gold. I am about to make my way down a magnificent black and gold road of what seems to be made of gold ingots and another type of stone which may be obsidian. I am now going to explore the Black Pyramid.
Entry 3: I have arrived. The Pyramid is the largest structure I have seen. The hall when entering the Pyramid is lit by strange blue lights on the floor. In the center of the first floor is a large dining hall. At the end of the room is a large throne of gold and obsidian. All the doors seem to be made of gold. I seem to have found an elevator that leads directly to the top of the Pyramid. I am in a bedroom of gold and obsidian. The room seems to be the be the small golden pyramid at the top of the Black Pyramid. There are no walls but instead large gold tinted windows. It is beautiful. I found what seems to be a smartphone, but it is locked. A desk sits facing one of the windows. It is covered in drawings of magnificent creatures and people. There are some writings on the desk as well. They are all made of papyrus. I sit down to read. I began to cry. Whoever has written these might just be the saddest and loneliest person in the world. I pity them. The clothes of whoever's bedroom this is seems to be hoodies, jeans, and shoes. All of the clothing is black and gold. The sun is setting, I feel like I should get going. I hope I am not caught, but then again, this place seems to be empty. I have no idea where I will stay for the night.
Entry 4: A man and his wife noticed me wandering around looking for some place to stay, they kindly invited me into their house. As I was very tired, they allowed me to sleep in a spare bedroom.
Day 2
Entry 1: I woke up and walked into the kitchen. The man and his wife introduced themselves. The man's name is Alec, and the woman's is Geneva. They asked where I was from, I told them. I asked them who lives in the Black Pyramid. Someone named Anubis, they told me he was the King of the City. I asked, “Anubis? The Egyptian God of Death?” I remembered the beast my team had met when I ran back to the Gate. That’s what it was. A god. “Yes. He saved us from ourselves. Everyone in this city has been through so much in life. We were all weak. We had no hope. Nobody cared about us, we were either physically or mentally abused. Rejected by humanity as freaks, losers, weirdos, and creeps. All of us were pushed around until we couldn’t take it anymore. We are all victims of suicide. He is just like us, but hates himself more than anything in the world. He built this city for us.” I was amazed when I was told this. “Where does he live?” I asked. “At the top of the Pyramid.” Alec responded. I thought of the bedroom. The writings. “So if you commit suicide, you end up here?” I ask. Geneva said “Oh no no no. It’s not that simple. We had no hope. You don’t just kill yourself and end up here. He knows who wanted to end their pain and didn't.” I told them I would like to explore the city more. I thanked them for their hospitality.
Entry 2: [DATA EXPUNGED]
Day 3
Entry 1: I've been running from the guards for three hours. I pray I am not found. I pray that some kind person helps me.
Entry 2: The Foundation is attempting to enter the City. There are bodies everywhere. I believe I am about to be captured. The Gate has closed, the Foundation is trapped. I do believe we have just one.
Final Entry: I have met Him. He has saved my soul and I am now one of His people. There is no containing Him. He will kill my physical body, and my soul will live here forever. I am now one with death.
Additional Notes: Anyone who has entered SCP-4817's cell after its break out has committed suicide. The cell is to be permanently sealed.
Addendum 4817-1 Recently unexplained markings have appeared in random locations. The marking is an illustration of SCP-4817 and the words "YOU ARE NOT ALONE". It is believed that these markers lead people to commit suicide. Anyone who sees these markings in person will commit suicide. However, it appears that people who view photographs of these markings are not effected. Any attempt at covering the marking in any way will result in immediate death. It seems as if the These markings appear to form by themselves.
Photograph of the first marking found. Taken by Agent ██████. Three minutes later, he was confirmed dead after reportedly jumping in front of an 18 wheeler going 60 km/h. After seeing the mark himself, the truck driver poured gasoline on his body and lit himself on fire.
Addendum 4817-2 Two days after the escape of SCP-4817, SCP-682 was broken out of containment by SCP-4817. Both have not been seen since
██/██/2018.
Addendum 4817-3 Two other SCP's have mysteriously disappeared from containment. Both SCP-034 and SCP-4339 are believed to be the items that SCP-4817 was referring to in Dr. Hale's interview.
Update: After only two months since the markings first appeared, drone surveillance of different markings reveals that over five million people have lost their lives due to these markings. All known markings have been blocked off.
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