- What Everyone Wants
- Thaumiel
- untitled
- Angry Bears
- Thing
- Atonement 4 (Prison Moons)
- Real Military Action!!!
- 2Spooky4Me
- Endlings
- The Foundation makes a pact with Satan
Item #: SCP-5178
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-5178-A are to be removed from the SCiPnet database and moved to the CATARACT infohazerdous data storage server. No living Foundation personnel are to view any instance of SCP-5178-A under. Upon recovery, all SCP-5178 instances are to be analyzed and transcribed by an AiC.
Description: SCP-5178-A refers to a series of anomalous videos that spontaneously manifest on the Foundation's SCiPnet server. SCP-5178-A instances appear to reference events occurring in an alternate reality.1 Several SCP-5178-A videos are known to contain animacidal components, though the transcripts of these videos do not contain these properties.
** Transcripts Of Selected SCP-5178 Instances:**
VIDEO LOG 5178-1
//The camera feed begins but nothing is visible.
Male Speaker: Well…at least the murder rate has tanked. I guess no one wants to risk it anymore.
Female Speaker: Don't get your hopes up, humanity is still as horrible as ever. It's just that now most people can't kill anyone else now that the Foundation is actively keeping everyone alive.
The camera pans towards a window and shows the view outside. A massive crowd is in a line leading towards a series of several dozen tents. Most members of the crowd appear to be crying or otherwise in a state of distress.
Male Speaker: God…so this is what happens now that everyone knows huh? Maybe they should have locked up SCP-████2 the planet will explode.
Discovery: SCP-XXXX was first discovered in the year 2113. On June 1, 2113, an SCP Foundation vessel used a Bitfrost drive to enter the [placeholder] system. When the ship entered the system a routine medical scan revealed the presence of SCP-XXXX, which had been a previously unknown pathogen. Agent BLACKBOX was ordered to report to the medical quarantine center on the planet's surface. However, as soon as BLACKBOX left his ship the planet detonated resulting in the total loss of all 8900 personnel assigned to the station.
A nearby data satellite survived the detonation and its AIC automatically transmitted the data to Foundation research stations. At this point SCP-XXXX was suspected but could not be proved to be related to the destruction of [placeholder].
Thaumiel opened his eyes. The red sunlight was shining down straight through his window so he closed them again. Thaumiel rolled over and tried to somehow sleep for the small handful of minutes he had left before he was forced back into his daily life. Surprisingly enough it didn't work much to his frustration. After somewhat more than half an hour Thaumiel forced himself up to a sitting position and then to his feat.
Thaumiel walked down the streets between two black buildings. His hands were in his pocket and he had his head down to avoid making eye contact with any of the other souls making their way down the street. He stepped past a man sleeping on the street, curled up under an overpass that kept the rain back to an extent. Thaumiel stepped through an underpass over which towered several dozen spikes all with corpses bleeding black blood impaled on them. Thaumeil was too used too it to have much of a reaction more than a slight sense of unease. Was the city getting worse? He felt like it was, not that it hadn't always been bad. Thaumiel stepped past a square where a madman was preaching and reached a green painted door in the middle of an immense concrete structure. He opened the door and stepped through, as he did he caught the end of what the mad preacher was saying:
"And the Red Ruler will appear sitting on the black throne of the abyss. And then there will be no more crying, nor mourning, nor pain for all things will have passed away."
Thaumiel walked down concrete steps in near darkness. He didn't mind, he belonged in the darkness. He passed seven checkpoints where men armed with spears checked a badge he carried before allowing him to descend deeper into the depths. He walked under one last door gaurded by cameras and red, poisonous lizards and entered the heart of the city. In the dimly lit chamber almost three hundred feat below the City, hundreds of men wandered through cramped hallways of machinery checking readings and making notes. With good reason, the machine stabilized reality around the city. Without it the laws of physics the 13 million inhabitants relied upon would disappear and monsters would be able to roam the streets with impunity. It would be the end of the world, or perhaps all worlds as Thaumiel didn't know if anything existed outside it except for the fields where crops were grown. Thauniel did his job of checking the machine and repairing it if needed, but he could barely remember why. He didn't even know if the City should exist.
"How are you feeling, Thaumiel?" Thaumiel jumped and turned around to see Telra, one of his few genuine friends, walking up to him.
"Fine I suppose. You ask me that every day? Why is that?"
"Because you always look like you're not fine and I don't know if you've ever been." Thaumiel sighed and checked something off the notebook he carried with hi before turning to Telra.
"How could anyone be fine in this place? You've seen what's happening now right?"
When Thaumiel went into work again fresh corpses were impaled on the spikes. How wasn't the City running out of people? It wasn't just an illusion, Thaumiel's brother's insanity was getting worse. He reached the place where he had seen the mad preacher the other day but he was gone. A few people were stumbling around as if they were looking for him. Thaumiel descended into the cities innards and to his surprise Telra was there waiting for him.
"The city is getting worse." Telra muttered.
"Yes. But what is there to do about it?"
"Well…" Telra seemed as if he may say something but then simply walked away. There was a smile on his face. What the Hell? Thaumiel thought to himself but said nothing as he really just wanted to get to work. Well… he really just wanted to go home and to bed, but at least while working he had something to occupy his mind.
Thaumiel felt himself floating through the Abyss, the gap between universes. For what felt like a long time he floated through nothingness, then he looked up and saw it. Above him was an unimaginable burning light. It glowed like a star but didn't seem to have any substance beyond a brilliant scarlet radiance. It boiled the nonnexistence around it with an intensity that could grind men, women, children, cities, planets to dust.
He's almost here. The thoughts sprung into Thaumiel's mind seemingly from nowhere.
The true ruler, the Destroyer. But what could Thaumiel do about it? What did it have to do with him anyway? Thaumiel's vision seemed to expand and he saw stars and worlds falling into the light. It ripped them as if it was made of indestructible razor blades. Everything was shredded and then the pieces melted down into endless trails of molten slag spiraling upwards into the core that glowed hotter and brighter than anything Thaumiel had believed possible. Then Thaumiel felt a hand grip his shoulder and he was pulled back to reality.
Thaumiel was awakened from a particularly awful dream by the sudden and unexpected arrival of Telra in his room.
"Get up and bequiet?"
"Why?"
"I'll explain soon but please come with me." Thaumiel made sure to sigh in an exagerrated way but did as he was asked and reluctantly pulled himself out of his bed.
"How did you get in here anyway?" Telra laughed in an uncomfortable way and led Thaumiel out through the back door. They stepped out into the streets of the City which were deathly quiet. Thaumiel felt a chill in the air, everything was dark except for small pieces of street illuminated by street lamps. Telra glanced over his shoulder and every which way as if he expected to be followed. Thaumiel was starting to wonder what he had gotten into and longed to have stayed in bed even with the nightmares he had been experiencing. The two of them wove through the streets for what felt like a ridiculously long distance. Many, many times during the night Telra ducked through a dark, suspicious looking alleyway.
"Is this safe?" Thaumiel asked.
"Eh…" Telra replied barely bringing his voice above a whisper. "Not really, but we're almost there now so we should be fine. With that comforting thought they went down one more street before Telra abruptly turned to enter a grimy bar that still had the lights on despite the late hour. Thaumiel found himself blinking as his eyes took a few seconds to adapt to the sudden brightness.
"Where is this place?" Thaumiel asked.
"Nowhere, nowhere at all." Telra said "But there are a few people here I want you to see."
Thaumiel stood and blinked a few more times.
"Please tell me this is worth getting me out of bed in the middle of the night."
"It's more important than just you." Telra stepped through a grimy, soot-stained door and Thaumiel followed while cursing himself for having gotten out of bed. They walked down a set of stone stairs to a dark corridor where several people wearing black robes and white masks sat at a table. They all turned as one and watched Thaumiel as he walked down the last steps.
"What is this?" Thaumiel asked. He turned to Telra and whispered in his ear "It looks like a cult."
"No no, not a cult." Telra said "Just a conspiracy."
"You aren't joking are you?"
"Heh… no. Not at all."
"Something's coming." Thaumiel told the old priest. "It's called the Scarlet King. Do you know what it is? Is there anything I can do to stop it?" The priest regarded Thaumiel with a blank look, then his mouth started to turn up in a wide smile full of needle shaped teeth. Then he started laughing, a deep twisted laugh.
"Excuse me? Sir?" The priest ignored Thaumiel and continued laughing insanely, so much so that Thaumiel thought he might collapse. Thaumiel took a few shaking steps back as the priest continued laughing even harder. Then he turned and ran out of the temple.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Cless: Megiddo
"What the Hell is 'Megiddo'?"
"It's an esoteric object class." Agent James said. He didn't look away from the piece of paper he was scribbling on as he spoke. "You know Apollyon? Well, Megiddo is sort of like 'Super Apollyon'." He started using the pencil's eraser to correct a small typo. "It represents an anomaly that's already destroyed the world." Agent Nash sighed and shook his head. He took a look at the perpetually setting sun.
"Is that… something you made up."
"Yes…"
"Do you really think that the world's gone." Nash asked but James said nothing in response. "It could be that this place is fake and the world's still there… that's may be more likely actually." James continued writing his SCP document.
Disruption Class: Amygdala
Special Containment Procedures: There is no known method of containing SCP-XXXX.
Description: SCP-XXXX is an alternate dimension which has overwritten and replaced the origional world. This dimension consists of
James glanced around the alien world he was stuck in. It looked no different then earlier.
an infinite plain under a cloudless sky with a perpetually setting sun.
The sun didn't seem to have moved since they had arrived in that place. It seemed to be just touching the endless grass plane. He looked behind him, the sky turned from blue to indigo before turning black just at the horizon line. Something about the darkness in that direction made Jame's skin crawl.
The plain appears to be is covered in grass and contains and unknown (possibly infinite) number of small huts houses buildings structures resembling small…
As James was writing, Nash took a step into one of the small, square wooden structures that dotted the place. Inside there was a table and two chairs, just like there had been in all the other ones he'd checked. Nash glanced back at James before taking a closer look inside. There was still nothing of interest.
"Let's move." Nash said. James looked up im surprise.
"Why?"
"Because staying in one spot isn't helping and if we ever want to get out of here." Nash pointed towards the sun sitting on the horizon.
"Head in the direction of the sun."
Nash checked his watch. When he saw that another twenty-four hours had passed he turned to the first page of his notebook and made a mark in the top margin. Seeing the watch confirmed something he had already suspected.
People individuals in this dimension don't experience hunger or thirst.
"Why are you writing that?"
"In case we ever get back. I have nothing else to do anyway." That assumed that there still was a world to get back to, something James didn't know. He remembered the world starting to fade away, becoming transparent as the sunset dimension faded in. That was it, he had no way of telling what else was actually happening.
"Any of these buildings look different?" James asked. Nash looked aroumd to check.
"No."
"Me neither." They kept walking for a long time. After several hours Nash came to a halt in the middle of a patch of grass exactally like the one they had started out in.
"Should we stop for a rest?" He asked.
"Why, I don't feel tired. How about you." They continued on. Several hours later they stopped again.
"Where are we even going?" James asked. Nash sighed.
"In the direction of the sun because its the only real way to gauge direction here and I don't like that darkness behind us." They continued for some time after that.
Discovery: SCP-XXXX was discovered by Agent Randall James on 01/13/2011. James noticed the sun outside the window of his office anomalously displaying sunset despite it being noon and went outside to investigate. Upon arriving, he saw that the sky apeared to be at sunset out there to but he still seemed to be in his origional dimension. However, the world around him behan to fade away and turn transparent with only the sky remainining unchanged before SCP-XXXX faded into focus.
"Okay." James finally said. "We've been walking for two days." Nash stopped in his tracks. Two days.
"Shit. That long."
"There… There's nothing here except the same buildings we've passed a billion times. Wh… Why are we even walking this far?"
"Because…" Nash knew the truth but didn't want to admit it. They were walking because he couldn't think of anything else to do. And if the place really was infinite, that meant they could never find a way to escape.
"Because if we ever want to get out of this place we need to keep moving."
"Towards… Check some of these huts. Maybe There is something we missed." James sighed but obliged, walking towards the nearest building and stepping inside. They weren't really huts but he couldn't think of a better term. Tge reminded him a bit of those dilapatated wooden structure one sometimes spotted by highways except in somewhat better condition. Inside they contained a table and two chairs the furniture looked worn but was still sound enough for him to sit down in one of them. There were no windows but enough twilight leaked through cracks in between the wooden boards for him to see. James let himself rest for a minute even though such a thing was uneccesary in that dimension before leaving to look for James.
They continued like that for three more weeks. They made slower progress than usual as they stopped to check many of the structures as they went along.
"You know." James said, feeling sick to the stomach even as he spoke "l still have my service pistol. I have enough bullets."
"We aren't that desperate yet." Nash snapped. He hoped they weren't at least. "I'm not sure if it would work anyway. Not here at least." They continued walking for several more days.
Interview Log XXXX-1 (warning, interview log may be inaccurate as it is based off of memory).
After a month of walking, James saw a black pyramid on the horizon.
"That… That's new." They walked towards it, moving in a direction other than straight ahead for the first time in weeks. When they arrived a few hours later they found a pile of ashes and charred wood. James touched tge ashes. They were cold. The wood apeared to have come from the furniture in the buildings.
"Someone made this…" James stared at the pile in disbelief.
"I think…" Nash said "I think someone made this fire so the smoke could be seen. They thought someone would see it. We… We need to check every building neerby."
They checked the buildings but they contained nothing at all. Not even furniture. They searched for several hours but found nothing.
"Shit." Nash said as he sat down and rubbed his temple. "I had… I was hoping…"
James sat in a wooden chair and slowly turned a pistol in his hand. He tried to think of a reason not to shoot himself. He placed the barrel against his forehead and tried to force himself to pull the trigger. He sat like that for a while than placed the gun back down on the table.
"What are we heading towards?" James asked as he made a final black checkmark finally filling out the top margin of the last page.
"Towards the sun, there's nowhere else to go." Nash said. There was something wrong about his voice.
"You… You already said that Nash." Nash said nothing.
"You were never there at all were you?" James realized that he was standing alone under the sunset. James looked around fealing nothing. The place he was in looked no noticably different then the one he had started in. James looked over his shoulder at the darkness infinitely far on the horizon. Then he turned and walked towards the sun.
shit shit shit shit shit shit
After a year of walking James realized that he had filled the lines on his last page. He wiped the blood and pus that still leaked from his head wound off as well as he could then started writing in the margins.
I dreamed I saw what's waiting for me and Nash in the darkness I'm glad we chise to head for the sun.
Years passed.
it couldnt be a dream we can't sleep in thus place
After a decade of walking Jame's thought processes coyld no longer be described as anything human. Though he had long sonce started to believe that the sunset dimenaion was the only reality and the universe that existed before it had been just a delusion brought on by his brain's boundless insanity.
the sun the sun the sun the sun the sun the sun
That was the last entry in his journal. James couldn't remember why but some strange whim made him leave his journal and pen on a table in one of the madingly identical structures. The antientropy of the sunest dimensin would ensure it remained forever under the same gold ligjt shinimg through the door. It would be an eternal record of Jame's experiences with no one to ever read it. James walked towards the sun.
By the time a millennia had passed James was far beyond anything that could be described as sanity or insanity. For hundreds of thousands of years after that he ruled as a sort of god over dream-realms that existed only in his own fancy. He had long forgotten that he had ever lived on earth, much less that he had ever traveled with someone else.
It should be noted that as the brain is finite and it has finite connections between its neurons there are only a finite amount of thoughts a human could have. By the time he had been walking for a time span longer than the time from the Big Bang to Heat Death, James had thought every thought it was possible for a human to think. He even realized the secret of the Sunset Dimension only to forget it a few millenia later. James actions could no longer be rationally predicted. The only reason he made any progress towards the sun at all was because there was some part of him that still feared the dark making it more likely for him to march sunwardm. Still he made progress.
the sun
After spending an amount of time longer than that between Heat Death and the spontaneous reformation of the universe, James saw something that would have blasted his sanity to ribbons if he still possessed sanity to blast. Ahead of him their was a place past which he could see no buildings. He refused to believe what it was at first, a part of his brain that had once been used for reasoning warned what was ahead was an illusion. Still, he approached and saw that the buildings fell away leaving a clear shot towards the sun. James cautiously stepped forward and saw that not only were there no buildings there was no dirt either. The landscape came to a stop and beyond that was a void. James tried to walk passed and was shocked when his foot found no purchase on the void. He looled down and saw what he may have once called a wall of soil extending out of site below him. Just ahead the sun seemed to float directally ahead in the middle of an unbroken field of dark blue.
James looked over his shoulder. He looked at the distant darkness for just a minute. It had taken him countless aeons to reach that point but only moments to make a decision. James stepped forward towards the sun.
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Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Disruption Class: Dark
Special Containment Procedures: Site-113 is to be abandoned. Once Site-113 is completely abandoned, a perimeter is to be created around it.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a phenomenon effecting Site-113. Site-113 randomly causes windows located inside Site-113 to show a view of the sky at twilight regardless of the actual hour or level of light.
Item #: SCP-XXXX**
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be stored in a mid-security object locker in Site-169. Under no circumstances are any non D-Class individuals to come into contact with SCP-XXXX for any reason. If an individual contacts SCP-XXXX, they are to be administered painkillers and extradited from Site-169.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a wooden statue of a bear. If an individual comes into contact with SCP-XXXX, they will die via being mauled by an adult Grizzly Bear sometime in the next 48 hours. There is currently no known way to prevent the mauling or kill the individual in any other way.
Discovery: SCP-XXXX first came to the Foundation's attention in July 2013 when an unusual number of fatalities from bear attacks occurred in the BLACKBOX region of Wyoming. SCP-XXXX was originally found in front of a road stop along the BLACKBOX highway. Records indicate that SCP-XXXX had been in the location for over ten years before it first manifested anomalous properties in 2013.
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Special Containment Procedures: At least three armed guards are to remain inside of SCP-XXXX at all times. Personnel assigned to SCP-XXXX are to have one hour shifts inside SCP-XXXX before leaving. SCP-XXXX is to be monitored continuously and in the case that the amount of humans inside of it ever falls below one, immediate action is to be taken to reach SCP-XXXX's interior. In order to prevent a NK class 'Grey Goo' scenario, SCP-XXXX must be inhabited again within 113 hours3.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a decayed house in BLACKBOX, Louisiana. SCP-XXXX is in an advanced state of disrepair, however it remains completely structurally sound. If there is not at least one living being occupying SCP-XXXX, severed human body parts such as arms, heads and legs will begin manifesting inside SCP-XXXX at an exponentially increasing rate. The body parts will continue to manifest with no known limit even after completely filling SCP-XXXX's total volume. DNA testimg of these body parts has revealed their genetically identical to modern humans, but match no known living or deceased individuals. Testing has further concluded the parts have each originated from a different individual.
Any living being who enters SCP-XXXX will start to experience an increased effect of aging. This effect increases gradually but exponentially over time as an individual stays inside SCP-XXXX so staying inside SCP-XXXX for short periods of time4 Tests have approximated the rate as being an increase of 1/100 a second per second a living being remains in SCP-XXXX.
The rusted chains of prison moons are shattered by the sun.
Rowen was dying. There was no question of that. When she looked in the mirror a skeleton looked back. She was shocked by how much weight she had lost, but given how she couldn't keep any food down anymore it was to be expected. The rest of her Serpent's Hand branch's witches had done all they could, but at two hundred something years old the spells weren't holding on her anymore. Rowen finished vomiting in her toilet and then walked out the door. The sudden bright sunlight hurt her eyes. When they cleared enough she saw her friend Axel standing in her hall.
"Get ready." He said "Something big has come up." Rowen gave him a deadpan look and sighed. Axel stood for several more seconds expecting a response before he continued.
"The entire Jailer database in our hands big."
Two hours later Axel and Rowen were sitting next to each other at a desk. Across from them sat the Grand Mother of Rowen's coven. Despite being easily three centuries old the witch seemed to be only in her thirties. She had dark skin and every visible part of her body was covered in tattoos of coiling green snakes. Her eyes were green to, they reminded Rowen of a cat. The Grand Mother placed a pink USB drive with a gold W written on it down in front of her.
"This," She explained "Is the entirety of the Jailer's database on the objects and people they keep locked up."
"So…" Rowen said "That means…"
"We can't get anything out of it because it's filled with images that kill whoever sees them."
"Oh… Can't you."
"We tried just reading it very carefully but that didn't work. Its too full of the stuff and even some of the ''text'' is lethal." Rowen needed a moment to take that all in before she continued.
"Where did we get this?" The Grand Mother pointed her thumb to the other side of the room where a coyote was either asleep or dead lying on what looked like a hospital operating table. Rowen had noticed him as soon as she walked in but hadn't thought it was notable enough to comment on.
"That Coyote is one of the Jailers. He helped a friend of mine get into the Foundation database. But…"
"Is he alive?"
"Oh yes! He's better than alive, he's immortal! Unfortunately he saw one of the images from the database and…"
"It put him in a coma?"
"Precisely!"
"So… a traitor jailer sold the Foundation out to us than got his brain fried by his own kill agent?"
"Yes! And he also got everyone in my friend's group killed."
"Lovely. Now what?"
"Well… you need to die." Rowen didn't even respond.
"Remember that really bad car acciAdent you were in?" Rowen said nothing. "Well, you remember what you saw right?"
"Yeah…" Rowen started to stand up "Can I leave now?"
"No, no, no. This is the best part. Please sit down. You see, when you got hit by that car, you were dead!" Rowen barely even n=knew how to respond to that. A small 'what' was all that Rowen could manage to get out.
"You see, when you were unconscious in the hospital there were a few minutes when your brain wasn't active. You were clinically dead for a while."
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be stored in an anomalous item locker in Site-113. Testing with SCP-XXXX is forbidden by order of the Ethics Committee.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a small, brightly colored cardboard box. SCP-XXXX has the words 'Military Playset by Dr. Wondertainment' written on the front of it along with 'Real Military Action!!!' (sic). SCP-XXXX contains a pair of small goggles and is otherwise empty. When SCP-XXXX is placed on the floor in a room that has all entrances closed, the floor will transform into a scale model landscape containing several hills and a river.
SCP-XXXX-1 refer to entities that manifest when SCP-XXXX is activated. SCP-XXXX-1 instances appear like common plastic soldier toys except they are either bright orange or purple instead of the standard colors. SCP-XXXX-1 instances are animate but do not appear to be sapient or able to respond to outside stimulus not generated by SCP-XXXX's anomalous effect.
Item #: SCP-1313-J
Object Class: Safe Neutralized
Special Containment Procedures: The entrance to SCP-1313-J is to be closed to the public and guarded at all times by three (3) armed guards. SCP-1313-J has been neutralized, see Incident Report 1313-J-1.
Description: SCP-1313-J is a house in Blackbox, Michigan that experiences experienced unexplainable and inexplicable phenomenon. This phenomenon most often resembled activity attributed to 'haunted' buildings. This includes included events such as objects being moved, the sound of voices when no other individuals were present, sightings of figures in the window when SCP-1313-J was known to be empty, a feeling of unease and other anomalous events.
Incident 1313-J-1:
On August 1, 1999, a group of Five (5) Foundation personnel were assigned the task of entering SCP-1313-J and documenting any activity they encountered. During this operation SCP-1313-J was accidentally neutralized.
Exploration Video Log Transcript
Date: 01/08/1999
Subject: SCP-1313-J
Team Members: Agent Hawthorne, D-3, D-2, D-5, and D-4
[BEGIN LOG]
Hawthorne: Okay, let's split up gang and look for clues.
The team members split up and begin looking for clues.
STUFF HAPPENS
Hawthorne, D2 and D5 enter the house's dining room.
D5: Kind of spooky in here.
Hawthorne: I've seen worse, like that apartment complex that makes your organs go into rebellion and attack your brain.
An ominous wind can be heard blowing through the house and disturbing music comes from no visible source. Suddenly a semitransparent entity manifesting as a man wearing a sheet over his head materializes in front of the group.
Man Wearing Sheet: WoOoOo. Beware, this place is accuuuuuursed! WoOoOOOO. You must flee at once and never retuuuuurn.
The team stares at the entity blankly.
D5: You… You're the ghost?
**Man Wearing Sheet: **WoOoOo I am the spirit that haunts these halls! I thought that was obvious. WoOoOoOOOOO.
Hawthorne takes out a Scranton Mk. IV Incorporeal Entity Containment Cylinder.
Hawthorne: Stay back guys, I got this.
Hawthorne throws the cylinder, but it passes through the entity with no effect.
Hawthorne: Huh? Why didn't that work?
**Man Wearing Sheet: **WoOoOoO. I'm an actual magicall ghost, what did you expect? WoOoOoooOOOO WoooOoOOOooOOoooOO!
MORE STUFF HAPPENS
D4 and D3 enter SCP-1313-J's kitchen.
D4: Okay, so far so good. No ghosts yet.
D3: Don't say that.
Objects in the room begin levitating and the sound of rattling chains can be heard from somewhere nearby.
D3: SEE! Look what you did. You shouldn't have said that.
*D4:** That's just being superstitious.
//There is a flash of thunder and the lights start flickering as orbs of light fly through the room and an ill wind blows.
D3: Superstitious? WE'RE IN AN ACTUAL HONEST TO GOD HAUNTED HOUSE. OF COURSE I'M BEING SUPERSTITIOUS!
D4: Haunted? Snort. Give me a break. There's no such thing as ghosts.
The kitchen table flies across the room and slams into the wall next to D3. The curtains twist in an unnatural way forming into a shape like a grinning human face.
D3: Then how do you explain that?
D4: Well, you see, scientists did some studies and discovered that certain infrasounds below the human audible range of hearing can cause a feeling of unease and even terror people that aren't consciously aware of them. This has led to the conclusion that supposed 'haunted' phenomenon is actually because of these subaudible noises making places seem to have a supernatural presence in them.
D3 facepalms herself
D3: Of course! That must be it. How could I have ever thought this place was really haunted?
D4: I know right? Come on, let's go find everyone else.
The two D-Class personnel leave the room and several forks, knives and other implements impale the wall where they had been standing several seconds ago.
EVEN MORE STUFF HAPPENS
The five personnel meet up in the attic. A painting of a man wearing Victorian era clothing can be seen on the far wall.
Hawthorne: Alright guys, did you find anything?
D3: Nope, just a bunch of infrasounds. How about you?
Hawthorne: Nah, not really. Just some dude in a sheet.
The man in the painting moves slightly.
D2: There doesn't seem to be anything here. It's just a spooky building.
D4: We should probably get going, I'm sure there are more important things they could be killing us with.
The man in the painting turns toward the group.
D2: Huh?
Painting: Who dares pollute this hallowed place with the disgusting stench of the living?
The entrance to the attic slams shut and Agent Hawthorne screams.
D2: Um…
Painting: Don't give me that you imbeciles! I can see you!
D3: We're sorry, we didn't mean to bother you.
D2: Yeah, we didn't even want to come here. An insane government conspiracy forced us into it.
Painting: Too late! You have already tainted my abode with your horrific fleshy forms. Now I must punish you. First, your arms will be removed with a rusty circular saw!!
Hawthorne screams again and the man in the painting laughs.
Painting: Then you will be forced to run through the Gobi Desert pursued by angry grizzly bears.
**D3 begins pounding on the door trying to force it open.//
Painting: Then, when you collapse from exhaustion, you will be dragged to an abandoned shack and savagely beaten with you're own arms.
D2: P… please listen to us, we…
D2 is interrupted by the painting's laughter.
Painting: And then you shall be stuffed in a barrel of flaming bovine excrement and tossed into the caldera of an active volcano!!!!
Hawthorne faints and the man in the painting laughs hysterically as a crash of thunder can be heard in the background.
D4: Wait a minute. He's a painting. What's he gonna do to us, he doesn't even have real hands. Get him!
D3 draws a prison shank from an unknown location and rushes at the painting.
Painting: W… wait… Uh… that stuff I just said it was uh… uh… A joke! Yes, that's right, I was j… just joking. I… I can't believe you all fell for that.
D3 runs at the painting.
Painting: Wh… What's the matter, you upset? L… Look at you, getting upset over a j…
D3 stabs the painting and moves her shank upwards slicing it in half. The paint disappears leaving a blank canvas and green ooze oozes out of the cut. The exit slowly begins swinging open and SCP-1313-J begins to shake.
Hawthorne (after being awoken by the shaking): We need to get out of here, run!
The group runs out of SCP-1313-J. SCP-1313-J starts shaking heavily. Several windows crack and a loud noise can be heard before the shaking abruptly stops.
[END LOG]
Following this incident no further anomalous activity occurred at SCP-1313-J and the anomaly was reclassified as Neutralized.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: The Foundation is to monitor every endangered species held in captivity and, when a species is in danger of having one remaining member, clone the species and move the cloned specimens to Site-113's animal enclosure. The Foundation is not to interfere with the extinction of animals outside Foundation control.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a phenomenon effecting endlings5. When an animal6 becomes an endling a number of floating incorporeal entities, referred to as SCP-XXXX-1 instances, will manifest in its vicinity.
SCP-XXXX-1 entities are emaciated humanoid entities averaging 2 meters tall. SCP-XXXX instances have no facial features other than a large trinagular mouth dominating most of their face and lack hair and genitilia. When the instances vanish, they will immediately begin moving towards the endling and, upon one of the instances touching it, all present SCP-XXXX-1 instances will disapear along with the endling. SCP-XXXX has been observed in every case in which an endling has apeared since the Foundation has begun observing the anomaly.
Addendum, Interview Log XXXX-1:
Interviewed: A SCP-XXXX-1 entity
Interviewer: Researcher Michael Grooms
Foreword: One of the two surviving Ecnomiohoyla Rabborum7 specimens held by the Foundation was intentionally terminated in order to manifest SCP-XXXX.
<Begin Log]>
The first specimen expires after being unconscious for several minutes and five instances of SCP-XXXX-1 manifest.
Person: [speech]
[Repeat as necessary]
<End Log, [optional time info]>
Closing Statement: [Small summary and passage on what transpired afterward]
(Long term project)
VIDEO LOG 5178-13
The video shows the interior of a large rectangular room. L.S is standing at the front of the room behind an altar. He is wearing a snake-like stone mask and is blind. Two identical looking women wearing black plate mail are standing at his left and right. L. S. is standing in front of an altar with an object covered in a red cloth on it. Thirteen Serpent's Hand agents are standing along the sides of the room.
A door at the other side of the room opens and a young woman steps in. She appears to be nervous.
L. S.: Hello, glad to see you've arrived.
The woman steps towards the back of the room.
L.S. removes the black cloth and SCP-5178 is visible underneath. It is a black roughly-spherical gemstone about the size of a clenched fist. The woman looks at SCP-5178 and her expression begins to change. She smiles.
L.S.: What do you feel?
Woman: … Nothing.
The Serpent's Hand agents begin to cheer and clap. L.S. nods his head in approval.
L.S.: You're safe now, nothing can hurt you anymore. Now, please exit through the door to the left so the next person can enter.
END LOG
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INTERVIEW LOG 5178-1
Subject: O5-1 and O5-13
O5-13: How the fuck did it come to this.
O5-1 shrugs
O5-1: The universe is under no obligation to give us what we want. Just be glad there's a solution.
O5-13: I think the cure is worse than the disease in this case.
O5-1: Nothing can be worse than this disease. You know we can't let mankind face this on their own.
O5-13: No, no we can't but God there has to be a better way.
O5-1: Does there?
O5-13:
O5-13: Just think, these "people" who used SCP-5178. You could… you could do anything to them: kill them, torture them, rape them. It… it wouldn't matter.
O5-1: That's horrible.
O5-13: You know I'm right ma'am. I… I saw you swat a fly when I walked in here and you know that a fly has more of a right to call itself a person than these… these things.
O5-1: 13.
O5-13: Like, stab it and it'd bleed and scream like a real person, but there'd be no real meaning to it because it would be fake, no one would really be hurt. It'd… it'd be like playing a video game, no matter how many pixels you shoot down the true death toll is still precisely zero.
O5-1: Please don't make me recommend you for psychiatric help again. Even if you're right what does it matter. Lesser of two evils, remember?
O5-13: Do you want a world of corpses that think their still alive?
O5-1: Given the alternative, yes I think that is acceptable in this case.
O5-13: So we're giving up then?
O5-1: We effectively have no choice until we find a way to stop SCP-████. It's not ideal but it's preferable to allowing the continued unnecessary suffering of anyone who ever has or ever will live.
O5-13: You're a mother right?
O5-1: I wouldn't have become one of I knew of SCP-████ beforehand.
O5-13: You know that after he sees SCP-5178 won't be able to feel or think anything about you anymore.
O5-1 hesitates.
O5-1: I consider this an acceptable loss.
END LOG
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[[tab Real Military Action!!!]]
Content Warning: Graphic violance
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be stored in an anomalous containment locker at Site-187. By order of the Ethics Committee, further testing with SCP-XXXX is prohibited.
Description: SCP-5616 is a brightly colored plastic box. SCP-XXXX has ''Real Military Action!!!! by Dr. Wondertainment'''on the front along with pictures of military soldiers. On the back of SCP-XXXX is written the phrase ''The Most Realistic Army Toy Ever!!!''. SCP-XXXX was found with a pair of children's goggles and a small fire extinguisher inside it.
When SCP-XXXX is placed on the floor of an enclosed space, the floor will transform into a scale-model landscape depicting a grassy, hilly area often with a river flowing through the middle of it. When this is in effect, small entities referred to as SCP-XXXX-A and SCP-XXXX-B will begin to manifest at the edges of the space. These entities appear similar to and are approximately the same size as commercially sold plastic toy soldiers. SCP-XXXX-A instances are purple and SCP-XXXX-B instances are orange. There does not appear to be any other differences between the two groups. The majority of SCP-XXXX-A and B instances are male though female instances have also been observed. Occasionally plastic military vehicles or other equipment will manifest as well. SCP-XXXX-A and B instances are invariably hostile to each other and will attempt to destroy any of the other type they encounter.
Test Log:
Exploration Video Log Transcript
Experiment Log XXXX-1
Foreword: SCP-XXXX was placed in the middle of an empty testing chamber and opened. Cameras on the roof recorded the results. After SCP-XXXX was opened, the concrete floor became a hilly area covered in miniature grass with a stream in the center.
10:30 AM: Test begins
10:37 AM: SCP-XXXX-A instances manifest at the left wall and SCP-XXXX-B instances manifest at the right. Both groups start marching towards the center of the room. Several instances on both sides apear to be talking with each other though no voices are audible.
11:05 AM: The instances notice each other and make motions as if firing with their weapons. No projectiles are fired, however several instances begin bleeding ketchup from various points on their bodies or have parts of their bodies shatter into pastic shards. One SCP-XXXX-A instance collapses with ketchup leaking from a circular spot on its head.
11:27 AM More instances arrive from both sides. Nearer to the center of the room, several more instances are terminated or lose limbs.
11:37 AM: A plastic scale-model artillery piece is pushed in by several SCP-XXXX-A instances. It fires a small fire-work that detonates into a green and pink starburst next to a group of SCP-XXXX-B instances. Ketchup and fragmented plastic pieces are scattered over a wide area.
11:54 AM: More artillery pieces are pushed into the chamber from both sides and open fire at the large groups of soldiers fighting around the central stream. More instances are terminated by the bombardment.
12:00 AM: Several scale model bomber aircraft fly in from the right edge of the testing chamber and drop canisters which explode into plumes of pink smoke. The smoke causes several of the soldiers to collapse spasming.
12:18 PM: Instances stop appearing at the edges of the room. The remaining instances continue fighting. The central stream becomes clogged with ketchup and plastic fragments.
12:30 PM: An orange plastic tank manifests and it's main gun barrel flashes. Several SCP-XXXX-A artillery pieces and their crew break apart creating a large quantity of ketchup. The tank is then disabled when it rolls over a small land mine that detonates in a bright blue starburst.
12:34 PM: Fires are started by the exploding fireworks. Several injured instances are unable to escape the flames and are melted by the heat.
12:57 PM: All remaining instances begin fighting in a tight knot near the center. Several SCP-XXXX-B instances appear to panic and flee but are killed by a stray artillery firework.
1:11 PM: The surviving SCP-XXXX-B instances drop their rifles and put their hands up. They are then terminated by the remaining SCP-XXXX-A instances.
1:13 PM: The SCP-XXXX-B instances begin walking back towards the edge of the room. A small number of instances collapse and are abandoned.
1:23 PM: The testing chamber's floor returns to it's origional state and all anomalous phenomenon cease. SCP-XXXX closes without outside intervention.
Following this expiriment, further testing with SCP-XXXX was prohibited.
Discovery: SCP-XXXX was discovered lying next to the BLACKBOX highway, Virginia. SCP-XXXX was found in a crate along with the following note.
I don't know why they wouldn't let us move this to mass market. Sure it's dark, but kids can handle a lot more than adults think. They love creepy stuff! I mean, it even says 'real military action' on the box. What were they expecting?! Tell Jeremy to throw the prototype out of the window of his car next to a highway or something. I'm sure one of the Foundation's minions will find it eventually.
- Isabel
The individual referred to as Jeremy has been designated PoI-XXXX. Investigation into his whereabouts is currently ongoing.
[[/tab]]
[[tab Clotho]]
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: The current target of SCP-XXXX is to run and keep running until they discover a way to neutralize SCP-XXXX. Only the target of SCP-XXXX will be able to see this document.
Description: SCP-XXXX is an evil pair of living flying giant scissors that is currently coming to kill me, Junior Researcher Michael Grooms employed at Site-187. SCP-XXXX can pass through any material except the flesh of its current target and their clothing . It will attempt to reach its current target by moving through the shortest possible path then kill them with shearing. Because of a powerful antimeme, no one except SCP-XXXX's current target can see, hear, acknowledge the existence of or aid the target against SCP-XXXX.
Discovery: SCP-XXXX was first recognized by myself after I became its most recent target.
[[/tab]]
[[tab Planet Explosion Disease]]
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: All incoming ships heading towards earth or any other planet under humanity's control are to be screened for SCP-XXXX.
Description: SCP-XXXX is an infectious microorganism of extraterrestrial origin. SCP-XXXX is capable of infecting many carbon based species regardless of their planet of origin. SCP-XXXX's biochemistry closely resembles earth-based life forms except that it utilizes cobalt in place of iron in many structures. In humans SCP-XXXX often causes symptoms of fever and nausea. Regardless of the infected species, SCP-XXXX always possesses an anomalous symptom. If an entity infected with SCP-XXXX touches a planet[[footnote]]SCP-XXXX has no effects on artificial structures in space.