| Item #: SCP-4000 |
Level 3/4000 |
| Object Class: Keter |
Classified |
Threat Level: Black
SCP-4000-A at the onset of a SCARLET MOON event on ██/██/2010.
Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-XXXX is currently being maintained between the SCP Foundation and the Global Occult Coalition under Joint-Operation Silent Hymn, with liaisons from the Vatican Holy Office for Secrets and Prophecies acting in an advisory role. SCP-XXXX-A is to be fenced off and restricted to civilians under the cover of unexploded World War II ordnance, and the only known access point to SCP-XXXX-B is to be monitored by automatic surveillance equipment for signs of impending SCARLET MOON events.
All personnel assigned to SCP-XXXX in a combat role are to be practicing members of any of the three main Abrahamic faiths (Judaism, Christianity, and Islam), with the specific sect within these three branches being irrelevant. Personnel are to be trained in counter-demonic warfare. Due to the effects that SCP-XXXX-A and B have on the human psyche, personnel must score no lower than the upper 10th percentile in tests involving emotional control.
Should a SCARLET MOON event appear to be imminent, MTF Omega-5 "Hell's Wardens" is to be activated and joined by GOC Strike Team 1989 "Last Crusade" in securing the access point into SCP-XXXX-B. Non-essential personnel are to be evacuated to Site-78 and will remain there for the duration of the event. Humans exiting SCP-XXXX-B are to be immediately detained and sent to Site-78. Non-human entities are to be terminated using all available force, up to and including the use of nuclear assets if deemed necessary. Any assets within SCP-XXXX-B upon completion of the event are to be considered lost.
Any rediscovered text written prior to 1151 AD is to be located and examined by Foundation agents. Should the text contain any reference to SCP-XXXX-B, it is to be taken to Site-78 for further analysis and replaced with an altered copy removing any mention of SCP-XXXX-B. Any individuals who have had access to the text outside of Foundation, GOC, or Vatican personnel prior to acquisition are to be administered Class-B amnestics.
Description: SCP XXXX is the collective designation given to two distinct anomalies, referred to as SCP-XXXX-A and B, affecting ████████████ Forest, located in the state of Lower Saxony, Germany. SCP-XXXX-A, which comprises the forest itself, is both the most prominent and the least dangerous of the two anomalies, and is known to alternate between periods of activity and dormancy.
In it's "active" state, animals in the surrounding area will be compelled to enter SCP-XXXX-A. Animals selected by this compulsion effect are always household pets or other types of domesticated animals, while wild animals in and around SCP-XXXX-A are unaffected. Upon entering the boundaries of SCP-XXXX-A, compelled animals will disappear the moment they are no longer being observed. Anywhere from 5 hours to 1 week after a disappearance, the remains of the animal will reappear at a random location within SCP-XXXX-A. Injuries sustained by the animals are always extreme and inconsistent with normal predation, and it is not uncommon for the remains to be strewn across a large area. Due to the unpredictable timing of such compulsion events and the small number of affected animals, it has been difficult to determine the exact range of the phenomenon, but it appears to be no more than █km from the boundaries of SCP-XXXX-A.
Outside of SCARLET MOON events, SCP-XXXX-A poses no known physical danger to humans. However, subjects who enter SCP-XXXX-A may develop feelings of apprehension and paranoia, with varying degrees of intensity. Though unpleasant, these feelings typically do not interfere with a subject's normal behavior, and they may continue deeper into SCP-XXXX-A or leave its boundaries should they choose. In very rare cases, however, subjects may become so overwhelmed with fear that they will attempt to escape the boundaries of SCP-XXXX-A as fast as they are able. Subjects affected this way typically must be restrained, and they will resist any attempt to bring them back into SCP-XXXX-A, even if threatened with lethal force. Regardless of emotional response, all subjects claimed to have experienced acute feelings of scopaesthesia while within the boundaries of SCP-XXXX-A, even when no other individuals were present.
SCP-XXXX-B is the city of ████████████, once one of the most populous and influential cities in the Holy Roman Empire before its ejection from baseline reality on 11/05/1151. Due to the efforts of the Catholic Church, almost all records relating to the city of ████████████ have been destroyed or altered in a concentrated effort spanning several centuries. As a result, little information regarding SCP-XXXX-B has survived outside of the few texts that have been preserved in the Vatican Library. SCP-XXXX-B is currently believed to occupy it's own pocket dimension which is caught between our reality and a poorly understood parallel reality. Due to the nature of it's ejection, the pocket dimension that SCP-XXXX-B occupies is inherently unstable, as it is linked to both of it's neighboring realities. As a result, it periodically "snaps" back and forth between the two.
SCARLET MOON events
Twelve hours before manifestation, at exactly 12 PM local time, the interior of SCP-XXXX-A will undergo significant changes. A thick fog will manifest, drastically reducing visibility, and the ambient temperature will steadily raise or drop (Depending on the current temperature), stabilizing at 4°C. It should be noted that these changes only occur within the boundaries of SCP-XXXX-A; meteorological conditions in the surrounding area will remain unchanged. In the event that the local conditions are already similar to those that manifest before a SCARLET MOON event, personnel can determine it's true nature by attempting to disperse the fog within SCP-XXXX-A. Natural fog will disperse as normal, while the anomalous fog will be immune to all attempts at dispersal and remain omnipresent.
SCP-XXXX Historical Records
NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
Due to recent security breaches, certain information in this file will remain redacted regardless of clearance level. To obtain a physical copy without this restriction, please see the RAISA liaison for Site-78.
— Wilhelm Ziegler, Central European Regional Director, RAISA
The following information is an abridged history of ████████████; further information, including copies of original texts, can be found in the Site-78 archives.
The earliest known mention of the area surrounding SCP-XXXX comes from the writings of Tacitus (56-120 AD), a prominent Roman senator and historian. In his ethnographic work On the Origin and Situation of the Germans (Latin: De Origine et situ Germanorum), Tacitus writes the following in his listing of the various Germanic tribes:
Situated close to the river ████, the land is fertile and game is abundant by all accounts. It is some surprise, however, that even the mere mention of this place is taboo among the local tribes. The few who will speak of it do so in hushed, fearful tones, almost as if they do not want the gods to hear them.
Livestock will vanish from local settlements and reappear later in a nearby tract of land, killed by wounds that no known beast could inflict. Merely setting foot upon this land is known to fill one's soul with an unnatural fear, and those brave or foolish enough to do so will swear that they were beneath the gaze of some malevolent force.
The settlements in this land were abandoned, and have been so for some time. I cannot speak from experience, as I must rely on the tales and knowledge of others in regards to this land and its people, but I will say that this land is truly cursed, be it due to the will of the gods or something darker. For what else could make the people from this harsh land speak of something with such primal fear?
Outside of the Germania, information on the early history of the area is sparse. Tacitus' mention of prior habitation suggests that the area had not always been anomalous, but it is impossible to be certain without further information. Regardless, the area was avoided by local tribes, and was only entered to perform rituals and sacrifices, possibly as a form of appeasement to mitigate effects of SCP-XXXX-A. While it was initially believed by Vatican and later Foundation historians that these sacrifices were in made in tribute to Wodan, recent information recovered from [REDACTED] suggests that a currently unknown deity was the focus of worship. Unlike Wodan, this deity was known by local tribes to be entirely malevolent.
The Wheel of Destiny began turning in its inexorable fashion as the sun rose on Sloth's Pit, Wisconsin. Two knights, belonging to a secretive order sworn to protect the realms of man from that which should not be, had just finished a harrowing quest as those first rays of golden light filtered through the twisted canopy of the Blasted Woods, and were heading back to home and hearth for a well-deserved rest. Unbeknownst to them, that many-spoked wheel had other plans in store…
Agent Jessica Graham had seen a lot of fucked-up shit in her eight-or-so years with the Foundation. When she was told that she would be transferred to Site-87, she nearly laughed. She didn't feel like laughing as she stared at the bloody, broken form of the man-sized rabbit sprawled out on the ground before her. In fact, she didn't think she would ever be able to laugh again.
"We just killed the Easter Bunny," she said, vaguely aware that this wasn't even the most ridiculous statement she has made during the few months she has been in Sloth's Pit, let alone the last six hours.
"Well, to be fair, he did try to kill us with a chainsaw, so I feel that we were justified," said Agent Samuel Cross, who was presently occupied with scraping rabbit brain off of his boot. "Hey, do you see his hockey mask anywhere?
Friday the 13th, 7:07 AM
Ronald Reese hurried through the door to his antique shop, careful not to knock over any oddities that he had piled around practically everywhere. He took a deep breath and allowed himself to relax, secure in the knowledge that he was relatively safe inside compared to being out on the streets. Old age had made him bold, it seems. Everyone knew that today was not the day to be out and about, but he had a job to do. Dealing with the strange and unusual was just a part of life in Sloth's Pit, and life wasn't going to skip over a day just because it happened to be the most unfortunate one on the calendar.
The town had taken the usual precautions; schools had been closed, emergency services were on high alert, a horseshoe had been hung above every door, and a pair of fuzzy dice could be seen hanging in every car. He himself couldn't leave the house without his wishbone necklace, a four-leaf clover in his wallet, and a rabbits foot on his key ring. If it could bring good fortune, you could bet this odd town had done it in spades. That odd plastics company had been especially busy preparing for this inauspicious day. It made sense, he supposed. It wouldn't do to invite workplace injury by spurning Lady Luck.
Taking a look around his dusty store, he found the reason for his risky journey. A couple of wooden crates were resting in the corner, filled with the newest additions to his inventory. He had meant to sort it all out last night, but he had been roped into a theological debate between a portrait of Jesus and a miniature statue of Buddha. By the time they both agreed that the pursuit of happiness in transient things was a futile endeavor, it was already time to close up shop.
He found his crowbar and proceeded to pry open the largest box. He already knew most of the contents, but his associate occasionally liked to slip in a few items if he found them interesting enough. As he set about placing the items around the store, a particular piece caught his eye. It had a thin, oval shape to it and was covered in layers upon layers of bubble-wrap and paper; likely a portrait of some sort. It wasn't on the manifest, so it certainly had to be interesting at the very least for his friend to bother sending it to him. He knelt down and carefully tore through the overly-protective layers of plastic and paper until he caught his first glimpse of the curiosity within.
There were no witnesses to his immediate reaction, but those brave enough to be out on the street that day could say that they never saw Old Man Reese move as fast as he did when he ran out the door of his store, yelling at the top of his lungs about the doom that would soon befall them all.
Friday the 13th, 8:14 AM
It did not take long for MTF Sigma-10 to arrive and evacuate every building within 300 feet of "Ronnie's Curiosities".
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