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WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL #4/XXXX CLASSIFIED
ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 4/XXXX AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISPATCHMENT OF MTF-RHO-16 "PLASTERERS."
| Assigned Site | Site Director | Research Head | Assigned Task Force |
| Site-19 | Tilda D. Moose | Jean Ramirez (see Incident XXXX.3) | MTF-Rho-16 "Plasterers" |
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX resides in a 3m x 3m room with soundproof paneling. The door is to be locked at all times, and no personnel regardless of clearance are allowed entry without extensive monitoring. No light sources are allowed within SCP-XXXX to obscure visual contact with the anomaly.
If any personnel are exposed to SCP-XXXX, MTF-Rho-16 "Plasterers" are to be dispatched to provide amnestics for their ensured safety and any losses are to be covered up accordingly. If any questions are asked by lower-ranking staff about the context of SCP-XXXX's chamber, they're to be told not to worry about it, any failure to comply is to be reprimanded.
SCP-XXXX is stationed in Site-19, the site that was originally tasked with containing Euclid and Safe level objects until the occurrence of SCP-XXXX on 7/5/1999. (see Discovery) This caused a serious dent in both resources and staff numbers.
If any major incidents are to occur with these steps in place, containment procedures are to be manipulated to limit staff exposure.
Description: SCP-XXXX is an infohazard and delayed memetic hazard that takes the form of a hole in the wall in the bottom of the floor measuring 10" (25.4 centimeters) in diameter. All attempts to describe the placement of SCP-XXXX have led to the description of a "hole in the wall in the bottom of the floor." This phenomenon occurs even when subjects know that this statement is nonsensical.
Anything referencing SCP-XXXX's capabilities causes intrigue in a subject, this leads to symptoms of paranoia, hallucinations, obsession, anger, and depression, on rare occasions, even suicide. These side effects are only directed towards one subject at a time before moving down the chain of witnesses in order.
Any attempt to expose light into the interior of the aperture does not have any discernible effect. (see Discovery) Any matter attempting to enter SCP-XXXX vanishes entirely and cannot be obtained again, though objects of interest can be obtained in the surrounding vicinity of SCP-XXXX's containment chamber on rare occasions. (see SCP-XXXX Incident XXXX.2)
SCP-XXXX when observed, will cause compulsive tendencies in exposed individuals. During this time, all monitoring equipment including radios and camera feeds will be interfered with, replaced by white noise and whispering.
Personnel involved in these events always end up missing, it is currently unknown if the subject is the one to enter the hole or if they're pulled in by another force. Any staff that are stationed outside of SCP-XXXX's containment chamber are reported to have heard faint whispering emanating from within the cell in question.
Discovery: On 7/5/1999, a containment chamber was being established in the western wing of Site-19. The cell was incipiently meant for storage of low-risk SCP objects until Garnum Bron and Terrance Yukov, two containment specialists tasked with renovating the room, had found the hole around 13:12. The cameras stationed in the room failed to record over 5 hours of footage before that time, instead replaced with white noise and hushed whispering.
Terrrance Yukov being the only subject to exit the room, recalls the events as follows. While investigating the newly opened gap, Yukov noted that the overhead light had no visible influence over the opening.
Higher-ranking staff were contacted after Bron peered closer into the gap while Yukov turned to make the call to nearby security, swerving around to find his colleague halfway in the wall. It's noted that Bron would not have been able to fit in such a confined space.
An investigation was launched yet the retrieval party turned up empty-handed and one of their members was lost to the hole in the wall in the bottom of the floor. Due to the inconclusive search, Garnum Bron was pronounced dead. Yukov has requested and been granted temporary leave and mandatory therapy sessions. The sessions will be overlooked by Dr. Richard Talon.
Incident XXXX.1: On 1/22/2000, Terrance Yukov entered SCP-XXXX's chamber with a sledgehammer, locking the door behind him. The unauthorized entry into the chamber alerted nearby security who were dispatched. The specialist attempted to demolish the aperture with a swift blow, the cameras cutting as the hammer was about an inch away.
It took approximately an hour and a half for security to bust through the door. By the time they entered the chamber, Terrance Yukov was gone. He is officially pronounced dead and all monitoring equipment within SCP-XXXX's chamber have been removed.
I've already made the report earlier this week yet my concerns went unnoticed. The man was clearly suffering from an obsession, if you so much as cared about your staff you would've heeded those warnings. I'm honestly questioning the ethics that you so-called directors abide by. You let him off with a slap on the wrist without allowing me to give him proper help. If another scenario like this goes by without anyone stepping in I'll be forced to resign. -Doctor Talon
Experiment Log: All requests for experimental attempts on SCP-XXXX are to be directed to Senior Researcher Jean Ramirez.
| Experiment # | Researcher | Item(s) Inserted | Outcome |
|---|---|---|---|
| Experiment #1 | Dr. Kalisz | A standard ballpoint pen. | Item is lost. |
| Experiment #2 | Dr. Castellanos | A standard quarter | Item is lost. |
| Experiment #3 | Dr. Luvin | Dr. Luvin inserts his arm into the aperture in an attempt to retrieve any objects of interest. | Dr. L$@$uvin's hand is l*%%ost, subject deceased. |
| Experiment #4 | Dr. Ramirez | D-8783 is ordered to enter SCP-XXXX, equipped with a harness and live video feed, subject hesitates but relents. | D-8783's feed is lost within the first second, the harness had been severed from the rope. |
| Experiment #5 | Dr. Gleam | Bent coat hanger, hook reeled into the aperture and receded. | Item is severed. |
Incident XXXX.2: A security guard monitoring the vicinity of SCP-XXXX's chamber discovers a note outside of the containment cell. The recovered note simply reads:
It's cold, why can't I breathe?
Note: Handwriting matches that of containment specialist Garnum Bron.
I recommend reconsidering the approval of experiments on SCP-XXXX, we've already lost 5 staff to it, the classification of 'safe' doesn't sit well with me. Do you truly dare to call whatever this thing is safe? -Dr. Razul
The only reason 5 staff were lost is due to their sheer incompetence in conducting these procedures. One of them stuck their arm into the gap. I shouldn't remind anyone of the mess that was made. If that doesn't scream carelessness then I don't know what does. Experiments are to continue until stated otherwise, good day madame. -Dr. Ramirez
Experiments have been put on permanent suspension (see Incident XXXX.3)
Incident XXXX.3: During a breach that occurred in Site-19 on 10/29/2003, due to an outage that is still under investigation, a staff member now confirmed to be that of Senior Researcher Jean Ramirez, the former head of research regarding SCP-XXXX, disappeared. The cameras record Researcher Ramirez taking refuge in SCP-XXXX's chamber who soon takes notice of the hole in the wall the bottom of the floor, approaching it as soon as the camera cuts. The whereabouts of Researcher Ramirez are still unknown, he is presumed deceased.
Addendum.1: Disappearance of Agent Kellen: On 12/7/2015, Agent Liam Kellen went missing. The following is an audio log recorded on a security camera within the shared office of Agent Cal Hoffman and Agent Liam Kellen a few minutes before the disappearance.
[BEGIN LOG]
Agent Hoffman is seen going through messages on his terminal. At 2:31 the door to the office is seen sliding open, Kellen enters the frame fully.
Agent Hoffman: Look who it is! I take it the debrief went well?
Agent Kellen: Another scolding from Lieutenant Buzzkill, nothing I can't handle.
Agent Hoffman: And you could handle your first scolding? I still remember that day, you cried like a little bitch.
Hoffman grinned whilst Kellen lightly chuckled.
Agent Kellen: That's a low blow.
Agent Hoffman: I'm full of em.
The man shrugged with a grin, focusing back on the monitor.
Agent Hoffman: You meeting with Cass later?
Agent Kellen: Yeah, I'm planning on proposing later tonight.
Agent Hoffman: Damn, congrats man! I knew behind your less than pleasant exterior you had some guts.
Agent Kellen: Haha, very funny.
Agent Hoffman: For real though, knew you had it in you, had my doubts but that's a constant variable.
Agent Kellen: You're dragging this on. Say, weren't you supposed to meeting with Dr. King?
Agent Hoffman: Eh, the poor bastard got more apple seeds in his trachea. It happens so often I'm surprised it ain't counted as an anomaly.
Hoffman grimaces as he looks at the screen.
Agent Hoffman: Ah shit, more junk mail. The system has been clogged up even more with this random gibberish.
Agent Kellen: You think that story about the ghost in the database is true?
Agent Hoffman: That shit is bogus and you know it.
Agent Kellen: Still, gives you creeps doesn't it?
Hoffman pauses before narrowing his eyes, looking close into the monitor, skimming over a particular piece of text.
Agent Kellen: What happened?
Agent Hoffman: This one is an actual sentence.
Kellen huddles around the other agent's desk, looking at the terminal.
Agent Kellen: What does it say?
Agent Hoffman: There's a hole in the wall in the bottom of the floor.
Silence.
Agent Kellen: Weird.
Agent Kellen checks his watch.
Agent Kellen: Alright, I gotta get going. I'll see you later man.
Agent Hoffman: Oh uh, good luck out there!
Agent Kellen leaves the office, cameras in the hall show him walking by SCP-XXXX's containment chamber. He looks towards it, startled as if he had heard something. He swipes his keycard on the side panel, peering inside the room.
Agent Kellen: Hello?
Agent Kellen approaches the door slowly, the camera suddenly cuts out for the next 3 hours. The cameras return, showing the door closed, Kellen's ID on the floor. Approximately 16 hours pass until Agent Hoffman is seen returning to work, noticing Kellen's ID lying vacant on the ground. Confused, the man scans the hallway.
Agent Hoffman: Liam?
[END LOG]
Closing Statement: The current whereabouts and status of Agent Liam Kellen are unknown, presumed deceased.
I request a full psychological analysis to be performed on Agent Cal Hoffman. He's been acting off very late, both in terms of working quality, mood, and body language, please advise. -Dr. Talon
Incident XXXX.6: [DATA CORRUPTED]
Addendum.2: Site-19 Director Audio: Audio portraying Site Director Tilda Moose and Security Director Quentin Walker discussing the recent incident involving the loss of staff.
[BEGIN LOG]
The ruffling of papers can be heard.
Director Moose: And this happened earlier today?
Director Walker: Indeed.
The Site Director audibly sighs in abhorrence.
Director Walker: It's lured in 25 personnel by having them either witness it or know about its capabilities.
Silence.
Director Moose: I don't understand why multiple faculty affiliates have witnessed the anomaly and have not been enticed or affected by it.
Director Walker: Its working down a chain, Til. Who knows how long it'll be before we're dragged in next.
Director Moose: What're you proposing?
Director Walker: Its getting stronger, its tempting our staff to follow the breadcrumbs directly into the chamber. The note, the junk mail, the power outages, it's all connected with that thing.
Director Moose: You're saying its-
Director Walker:Its a delayed memetic hazard and possibly sentient, it takes in one witness and then the next and we need to block that thing off.
Director Moose: We can't do that, we're tasked with securing, containing, and protecting, not putting plaster over holes.
Director Walker: The way I see it, we have no other options. What happens until we're the last ones left?
Director Moose: They-
The director sighs.
Director Moose: You know they won't like us doing that, we have to leave it be. The best we can do is amnesticize the staff who know about it and make sure that door is locked up tight.
Director Walker: What if they don't have to know?
Director Moose: I don't like where this is going, besides, you're being paranoid.
Director Walker: Don't give me that, you've seen what that thing can do!
Director Moose: And we'll take care of it, we're the Foundation after all. We'll get this covered, and we won't stop until we do.
Director Walker: That's what I'm afraid of, Til.
[END LOG]
Closing Statement: A new task force has been assigned to deal with exposure to SCP-XXXX amongst all staff. This action has been permitted by Site Director Tilda Moose and Security Director Quentin Walker., both of whom have been amnesticized to ensure their safety.
Incident XXXX.7: On 5/6/2016, Agent Cal Hoffman was found dead in his office, having hung himself. The only traces of evidence leading up to this was:
Ignorance is bliss.
Note: SCP-XXXX's article was opened on the terminal in the office, it is unknown whether this was the cause of his suicide.
Closing Statement Access to SCP-XXXX has been restricted to only clearance level 4 or above, all lower-ranking staff associated with the SCP beforehand have been amnesticized. All monitoring equipment has been removed from SCP-XXXX's cell and research on SCP-XXXX has been put on permanent suspension.
Too little too late, I quit. -Dr. Talon
SCREAM
Madelyn Razul was a Senior Researcher assigned to Site-19. It had been a week since the last staff member disappeared into SCP-6904. It was a security officer on duty, he approached the hole in the wall in the bottom of the floor and fell into it, or crawled rather. The entire concept of the placement of this gap was confusing and entirely indescribable, she was the only one to realize this for some reason, or maybe the others saw something similar, that's why they got so close. Nonetheless, her concerns went unnoticed and testing resumed for SCP-XXXX, that was until the research head himself went missing, serves the cold bastard right, she thought. Maybe another round of alcohol could calm her nerves.
She poured a shot into the crystal cylinder, the amber liquid filled it swiftly. Her head tilted back along with the glass, a light buzz setting in after a few moments. She set her focus back onto the screen, the red text that reads "SCP-6904" taunted her gravely, chills shooting up her spine at the thought of it, icicles already forming on her vertebrae. She didn't want to think about it, yet you don't have much of a choice when it comes to article edits.
The door to her office slid open. Perfect, she thought, a distraction. Agent Hoffman stood in the doorway, his disheveled brown hair covering a good portion of his face. The aura he was giving off seemed extremely poignant.
"You got a few messages from Dr. Kalisz, said he wants to discuss your lack of attendance." His tone seemed duller than usual, Madelyn furrowed her brows, she had a few ideas as to why that could be. "Just be sure to get that dealt with." He turned to leave, Razul thought for a moment before uttering out.
"You saw the footage, didn't you?" She asked, her tone full of empathy, obviously referring to the disappearance of Agent Kellen. He stopped at the door, sighing.
"Uh, yeah. Yeah, I did." He replied, silence setting in.
"How's that working out for you?" She could see the gears turning in his head.
"It gets pretty quiet, but uh, you get used to it." The agent gave her a sad nod, according to his gaze he seemed invested with the floor. "Hey uh." He stopped, collecting his composure. "Does this job ever get easier?" She didn't expect such a question, it's one she had asked her superiors back in the day, but they never provided a satisfying answer.
"I'm sure it'll get better." Reassurance laced the statement. The man turned again, muttering an 'I hope' under his breath. The door closed, the office was now dreadfully quiet. Madelyn sighed again, pouring herself another drink, downing it. It wasn't a surprise that the old man wanted to discuss attendance, she had a knack of not showing up to work as of late, ever since that thing started pulling her colleagues in.
"Paging Madlyn Razul to Dr. Kalisz's office." The intercom startled the researcher out of her solitude. She got up, putting away the glass bottle of alcohol, and stepped out of her office. As she began trudging down the hall she came to a sudden pause, eyes scanning over to SCP-6904's chamber.
No, she scolded herself, shaking off the interest that plagued her senses. She went to walk forward down the hall, only to stop as a cacophony of whispers emanated from the containment cell. Curiosity was eating away at her, the act of self-preservation being beaten by intrigue. Madelyn raced towards the door, swiping her keycard on the panel, practically throwing herself into the room. The whispering stopped as soon as she stepped foot into the chamber.
Her eyes landed on the hole in the wall in the bottom of the floor, the door slammed closed, startling her slightly. She composed herself with a quick breath. A few steps forward, and reality is setting in, she could be seriously reprimanded if someone finds her snooping around without authorization.
If someone finds her that is.
The gap in the wall intimidated her, like it was an entity of incomprehensible horror, luring her in with an angler's light, its gaping maw a vast void of endless darkness. It happened when she was about a foot away from the breach, that's when everything got dark.
She had no idea how long it had been since she passed out, she must've drunk too much again. She took a double-take, her eyes were open, but everything was still dark. She waved her hands in front of her face, she couldn't see them. She was confused, beginning to panic.
Looking around, everything was pitch black, was she blind? That had to be it, right? She felt like she couldn't breathe, no wait, she actually couldn't breathe, she was suffocating. She went to stand up, only to realize there was no ground, she was floating in an abyss, nothing to hold onto, nothing to see, nothing to breathe yet she still gasped for air.
She didn't know what was up, or what was down, she felt like vomiting. She noticed something as her eyes adjusted to the dark, eyes, thousands of them, surrounding her from every angle imaginable, all staring, whispering, screaming now audible from all around her.
Ghostly faces peering out from the dark, the noises got louder and overbearing. She screamed in genuine terror, out to someone, anyone. She wants to leave, her lungs burned from the lack of air yet the suffocation will not bring her release. Tears streamed down her face as thousands of voices called out in the same fear, all going unanswered. A single quarter levitated into her view, she sobbed.
LIFE ISN'T FAIR.
"At 3:02 PM today Dr. Razul entered SCP-XXXX's chamber, and as much as we know, she's deceased." Walker checked the documents on the clipboard as he spoke to the Site Director, her face in her hands. Director Moose got up, stepping over to a window that overlooked the outside of Site-19, taking a box of cigs and a lighter from her coat pockets, lighting a stick. "There's something they want to discuss with you later today." He spoke again, the emphasis on the 'they' made her blood run cold. She released a puff of smoke from her lungs.
"Thank you, Walker, you're dismissed." She spoke with a noticeable slowness, trying to keep composure. The security director nodded, turning and leaving the frigid office. She took in the sights of tree branches blowing gracefully in the wind, reveling in the temporary calm.
She stepped over to the monitor, opening up to a file detailing a few recent events regarding recent attacks on foundation-owned sites. These have Chaos Insurgency written all over them, she thought. Another message popped up in her inbox, she checked it.
4/8/2016 7:32 PM
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Gibberish filled every subject, odd, she thought. More junk mail then, she sighed, taking a drag from her cigarette, and simply deleted the email without a second thought.
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