Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX effected personnel are to be temporarily removed for memetic screening. They are to be returned to work after confirming that no unusual mental effects are present.
Description: SCP-XXXX is an anomalous phenomenon in which several Foundation personnel employed at Site-113 experience memories of an individual referred to as Junior Researcher Alice Williams. There are currently no records of any individual matching Alice Williams description ever having worked at the Foundation, and no evidence of their existence other than memories is present.
Interview Logs
Interview XXXX-1
Subject: Senior Researcher Jason Krans and Junior Researcher Emilia Waller
[BEGIN LOG]
Krans: Please explain what you remember about Williams.
Waller: Well… I don't think I saw her that many times. I remember though… She was pretty tall and she had… I think brown hair. She always said hello when we passed by in the hallway but other than that I can't remember anything.
Krans: Did she seem unusual or anomalous in any way?
Waller: No. She… she seemed completely normal other than the whole 'not actually existing' thing.
Krans: Do you have any theories about what may be causing this anomaly?
Waller: I don't know… Ghosts maybe? Wouldn't be the tenth weirdest thing I've seen since breakfast. I hope it's something weird like that and not someone infiltrating the Foundation.
Krans: We'll be looking into it, thank you for your cooperation.
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Interview XXXX-2
Subject: Senior Researcher Jason Krans and Agent Lewis Newman.
Krans: When did you first meet Williams.
Newman: I think it was… Must have been 2013 I think, same time she first got transferred here. I remember helping her move her stuff into her new office. It was… Room 317 I think. Yeah, it was summer and… I can't remember anything else.
Krans: After that did you have any further interactions with her?
Newman: Not much… I think we collaborated on a project though, SCP-BLACKBOX.
Krans: I was on that project to if memory serves, but I do not recall anyone like the woman you've been describing.
Newman: Yeah, that's where you lost those two fingers right?
Krans: Please don't remind me.
Newman: Yeah, she was… I think she was running the D-Class tests for at least part of the thing.
Krans: I can look into that, but I don't think I saw anyone matching her description at the time. At least it's an actual lead. game they had been playing and instead simply displayed a screen with text on it. A manager and her back up were slowly approaching the cashier's register, giving him time to disengage and run over to observe the altered television sets. He ran over, only for his pace to slow as he saw something that sent a chill down his spine. At the top of the screen was the dreaded triple-arrow symbol of The Foundation, the evil para-military organization that sought to contain everything supernatural in the world. An old woman had been slowly walking past the albino man, she jumped back and brought her hand to her mouth in surprise as he was suddenly wearing a white jumpsuit and motorcycle helmet. Having switched into his superhero outfit, the Streamliner ran up to one of the TV sets to read the message. A small number of customers had seen his transformation and reeled back in amazement, but most were focused on the one check-out line and the rapidly brewing battle between the manager and the man with the rejected card. The Streamliner started reading. To those currently unaware of… Had the Foundation found him again? He had thought he had lost them after he defeated their champion Darkblade several months ago for more than a hundred years… but they were devious and relentless. It was easy to imagine that they extermination of the human race.
Extermination of the human race.
The Streamliner read the message a dozen more times trying to process it in a way that made since. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. The customers saw the message to and exchanged nervous glances and whispers.
"I saw that earlier, it's a teaser for a new sci-fi TV show." The customers went back to shopping and walking, albeit at a somewhat subdued pace. The Streamliner mechanically read the message again and again before it suddenly disappeared replaced with a new message claiming to be from the Global Occult Coalition. The Streamliner heard his cell phone and reached for his pocket only to realize that every phone in the building had received a notification at the same time. The Streamliner took his phone out, his hand shaking as he did so and saw the message, EMERGENCY ALERT A major terrorist attack is in progress. As one, almost robotically, everyone had looked at their cell phones, so as one the same look of mute horror began to creep over their faces. Then the building shook as an explosion went off somewhere nearby. There was no doubt what it was, someone screamed. The lights flickered and plaster began to drop from the ceiling. The televisions suddenly went insane, showing an incomprehensible series of images. Distorted human faces with an impossibly open mouth, nightmarish sea monsters, fractals that made the Streamliner's eyes burn, and a dozen more nightmares flashed across the screens before they dissolved into pure static.
The room melted into chaos as the crowd split into two groups one running out and one running deeper into the building. Several people tripped but the Streamlined pulled them to safety before they could be trampled. Almost a dozen had collapsed after seeing the horrors on the television but the Streamlined pushed them against the store's wall in a sitting position and gave them water. They started to revive. Except an elderly woman who slumped down further. The Streamlined tried to think of a way to save her but her hand went limp as she died of a massive heart attack. The screaming crowd filtered out and the building became deathly quiet. The Streamliner helped the remaining people get to the storage room in the back then he went to the roof.
That was his superpower. The Streamliner could do things. Even he couldn't really explain it, he was simply able to perform actions without taking the necessary first steps. Unlike everything else in the universe, the Streamliner's actions needed no explanation. He watched the fleeing crowd meet up with an even greater group trying to escape the city. Where could they go though? Nowhere was safe. The Streamliner snapped to the aide as two lights in the distance caught his eye. Two pin pricks of light were closing in on Chicago. The Streamliner stood baffled before his eyes widened in horror as he realized what they were. Nuclear Missiles. The Streamliner stepped forward and raised his hand, triggering the missiles conventional explosives. The missiles flew back breaking apart into debris moments before they reached close enough to Chicago to create a devastating airburst. The engines of death shattered in a much smaller explosion then a controlled fission would have caused and fell down to Chicago, setting several buildings on fire as their speed tore them into flaming shrapnel. The Streamliner heard windows break and glass shatter as he turned back to the Chicago streets.
Seemingly the entire population of Chicago had ran outside in a frenzied mob heading nowhere in particular. The Streamliner moved through the crowd making sure no one was trampled and helping guide the tangled mass of humanity out of Chicago. A small sense of relief began to creep over the Streamliner as he finally seemed to be making some progress, when he noticed something towards the back of the crowd. A group of men and woman in tactical combat gear had appeared there. The Streamliner hadn't seen them arrive. Actually, given what limited information he had on the Foundation it was possible thy ''genuinely had'' appeared out of thin air. They all held submachine guns in their black-gloved hands. The group opened fire on the fleeing crowd. The Streamliner saw a young girl of about six burst open like a grape that had been stepped on. Several more people collapsed, gushing blood.
Then the Streamliner struck. He moved through the middle of the Foundation soldiers, sending heads limbs and gouts of blood flying. The Foundation soldiers did not react with pain or fear when they were hit.
I… I. It is with… I deeply regret to inform you but… Scientists have… Twenty three research teams have independently confirmed that sometime within the next 48 hours planet Earth will explode.
Tanya ran through the streets of Ganzir, the last city on earth. The streets of the city in the sea were deathly silent, everyone was at the Dimensional Exit point trying to get out of dodge. Tanya's face was red, she was sweating. A siren rang out and with it a mechanical voice.
Portals 8-10 have closed. Portals 11-13 will remain open for thirty minutes.
Thirty minutes. That was all the time left to get out and it was not nearly enough time. Tanya knew there was no way out, she just wanted to find him. Where was he. Ten minutes of frantic running later she found him on a pier, staring out at the calm ocean.
"Adam." He looked in her direction and smiled. Tanya tried to say something, but before she could Adam sprang forward and grabbed her in a massive hug.
"God. I thought you were gone." Adam had tears in his eyes. "Why didn't you pick up?" It was because she lost her phone in the chaos.
"I… I'm here now. We probably still have some time."
"Some." Adam slumped to the ground and looked out at earth's last sunrise.
"I guess it's a bang after all huh?" Tanya said while trying to force herself to laugh.
"Noise can't transmit through the vacuum. Earth isn't even going to get a whimper." Tanya joined Adam in slumping on the old wooden pier. She could hear sea birds nearby
Gates 9-13 are now closed. No further candidates will be accepted for universe transfer. To prevent extra-universal colonies from being destroyed by the shock wave no more portals will be opened. Painkillers and cyanide pills will now be available at your assigned Ganzir Ration Dispenser.
"That's it I guess." Adam continued staring across the ocean.
"It's not like we didn't know this was coming… Just didn't think it would be so soon." Adam actually laughed very slightly when she said that. Tanya looked over her shoulder trying to see anything. The streets were dead as ever, she couldn't imagine what was going on at the portal platform and didn't want to know. Would a riot start? Would the GOC even bother to put it down if everyone was going to die in less than 24 hours anyway.
Item #: SCP-5912
Object Class: Neutralized
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5912 was neutralized before any official containment procedures could be created.
Description: SCP-5912 referred to a group of thirteen horses owned by Humphry King, a farmer in the State of Arkansas. SCP-5912 were capable of tool manipulation despite lacking opposable thumbs or other fingers. SCP-5912 were capable of performing complex tasks related to the repair and maintenance of machinery but otherwise did not display behavior that appeared abnormal for horses. Humphry used this anomaly to make a small amount of money by making small repairs for local residents.
Incident 5912:
SCP-5912 was neutralized shortly after it was discovered by the Foundation through an add in a local newspaper. Agent Arrowood was sent to negotiate with Humphry for the sale of SCP-5912
VIDEO LOG-5912
NOTE: This video was recorded by Agent Arrowood's body camera.
//Humphry is standing next to a fence behind which several SCP-5912 instances are either grazing or working on repairing a damaged television set.
Humphry: You're the one who wants the horses right?
Arrowood: Of course…
Arrowood watches the SCP-5912 instances in amazement.
Arrowood: Amazing…
Humphry: I've never seen anything like it anywhere else, amazing what some animals can learn, isn't it.
Arrowood: I think this is a little beyond what animals are normally supposed to be able to do.
Humphry shrugs. A young, white SCP-5912 instance approaches the fence and Humphry rubs its head.
Arrowood: How much do you want for them?
Humphry: Want? You can have them?
Arrowood: …Why? My employer is willing to pay good money for horses like this.
Humphry: It doesn't matter. Now that the wife is gone… Money's been tight for awhile so I'm closing down shop. I just need to be sure they end up in a good place.
Arrowood: You say your finances are tight and… you don't want money.
Humphry: It doesn't matter. I'm too old to keep this up even without these treatments I'm on and I… I don't have any family anymore.
Arrowood: You told me you're in remission when I called you earlier?
Humphry: I know.
Arrowood: Here, please come to this address tomorrow, it's a bit of a drive.
Arrowood hands Humphry a piece of paper that has an address for a covert Long Term Memory Amnestics Facility.
Arrowood: Please be there, we need you to sign some paperwork to make everything official and… we can negotiate the amount you'll get there.
Humphry: It's fine, kid. I know where I'm going after I'm done at this place. Want to come inside to get something to drink?
Arrowood: Yes, that would be great.
END LOG
While inside Humphry's property, Arrowood placed several hidden cameras to be used to observe any possible further phenomenon. The cameras recorded Humphry that night. At 12:00 PM, Humphry was observed in his kitchen pouring himself several glasses of whisky. Humphry then went to his deck and sat at a weathered wooden table with two chairs next to it. Humphry remained outside for over an hour before returning inside and walking out of the camera's view. Twelve minutes later he returned to his deck holding a rifle and a partially empty bottle of whisky. Humphry finished drinking the whisky, placed the rifle barrel against his forehead, hesitated for several minutes, then pulled the trigger. Humphry collapsed, apparently dead on impact.
Humphry's corpse rested on his deck for several hours before being discovered by SCP-5912. The instances paced around the corpse for several minutes before shoving the brain matter back into Humphry's skull and using a sewing kit to close the wound as well as they could. They then moved Humphry's corpse to a sitting position in his chair. When Humphry does not react for an extended period of time, SCP-5912 takes the corpse and moves it to the surrounding field, outside of the cameras view.
The following morning Agent Arrowood returned with several other agents and found Humphry's corpse seated in a riding position on a young, white SCP-5912 instance which was slowly pacing in a circle around the grass field. Humphry's corpse was removed and the instances attempted to follow the Foundation agents. However, when the corpse was taking past the fields surrounding fence, SCP-5912 shuddered then began grazing. Since this time, SCP-5912 have displayed no anomalous abilities or behavior, even when Humphry's corpse was (briefly) returned to the field. The horses were turned over to Wilson's Wildlife Refuge and Humphry's corpse is interred at the ████████ cemetery.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: I have equipped myself with an explosive vest and will attempt to destroy SCP-XXXX with a suicide attack after finishing this document. In the event this fails only SCP-XXXX's next target will be able to perceive and comprehend this document. They are to try to determine a new method of destroying SCP-XXXX or warning the next target of it.
Description: SCP-XXXX is an entity manifesting as a giant flying pair of scissors currently coming to kill me, Senior Researcher Mark Ash employed at Site-187. SCP-XXXX will choose one individual as its target and begin following them in an attempt to kill them, usually by decapitation. After killing its target SCP-XXXX will choose a new target from among nearby individuals who meet it's criteria. It is not completely known what the criteria for selecting targets is, however SCP-XXXX will occasionally ignore certain individuals even if their the closest person when the last target died.
SCP-XXXX is intangible to any material except its current target and their clothing making it impossible to damage through conventional means. Individuals who are not the current target cannot see, perceive, acknowledge the existence of or aid the target against SCP-XXXX. This effect will cause SCP-XXXXs actions to be impossible to relate back to the anomaly, instead being blamed on other scenarios (no matter how unlikely) such as serial killings, terrorist attacks or the activity of other anomalies.
Discovery: SCP-XXXX was discovered by me after I accidentally became its current target. The first confirmed activity from SCP-XXXX was found recorded on a police body camera.
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Interview XXXX-3
Subject: Senior Researcher Jason Krans and Junior Researcher Manuel Mather.
[Begin Log]
Mather: Fuck. I don't… I worked with her for three years.
Krans: There's no evidence of that.
Mather: I… I know but… God… It's like I woke up and I was suddenly in another reality entirely.
Krans: Maybe you did, wouldn't be the strangest thing I had ever heard. Tell me more.
Mather: She… god… where would I even begin? I feel like I could fill up an entire book with the stuff I remember doing with her.
Krans: Tell me the last thing you remember.
Mather: Last thing… yeah I remember that. I had been leaving work and I noticed that Williams was still in her office. She has always left a few hours before I did so I was surprised.
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Item #: SCP-8877-J
Object Class: Safe Neutralized
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be stored in a standard anomalous item locker in Site-113. SCP-8877-J has been neutralized.
Description: SCP-8877-J is was a 1961 IBM Selectric Typewriter. It's physical properties were what are to be expected for a typewriter of its model, except that it showed no signs of age. When a person pressed any of the keys, they would disappear then reappear in a nearby location after a variable amount of time. While a person was under the effect of SCP-XXXX's anomalous property, they were transported to a room in an unknown location. The room had no visible walls, a carpeted floor and a roof with many bright overhead lights. The room contained a vast amount of desks at each of which sat a monkey working at a typewriter. If a person who had entered the room pressed any button on any typewriter they would immediately be returned to normal reality.
Addendum: Interview Log 8877-J-1
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Dr. Bright had been prepared to see horrible things. The nightmares he saw unfolding before him barely made him bat an eye. What he had not been prepared for was the smell. It reminded him of feces, rotting flesh, rotting eggs and burnt electronics all at the same time. Bright gagged but continued walking forward, trying to push his way through a tide of nightmares. Behind him five MTF Agents from Omega-12 followed as best as they could. The monsters crowding the auditorium let the six Foundation agents pass through without incident, they were too focused on the black stadium at the front of the absolutely massive crowd. The sky above their heads was dark red and partially covered in sickly yellow clouds. Dark, indistinct shapes were moving in the sky far above them.
"This was a terrible idea." One of the Omega-12 members said as she ducked past a millipede demon. Bright said nothing but continued walking forward. Something with tentacles and dozens of beady yellow eyes turned towards him for a second, only to turn away in apparent disinterest. Bright continued not saying anything and kept moving forward. The agents followed reluctantly. As they got closer to the front, Bright noticed what they were heading towards. A black podium with a microphone was at the head of the crowd. Seeing it made Bright's skin crawl. Far ahead in the sky, he saw a bright light moving towards them.
Of course they were, because he was there. A blindingly bright light floated down from the sky towards the podium. The horrors in the crowd shielded their eyes as it landed. The light faded to an extent and a figure stood at the podium.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX-A instances are to be anmestized and given false memories of their injuries being the result of mundane phenomenon. The Foundation is to closely monitor all instances of SCP-XXXX and take actions to break up large groups where possible.
Description: SCP-XXXX is an anomalous belief system. The primary belief in SCP-XXXX is that eyes are inherently evil and a source of corruption. When an individual accepts SCP-XXXX, they will find a meat hook in their immediate vicinity and use it to remove their eyes, becoming a SCP-XXXX-A instance. These self-inflicted injuries are never fatal though mild complication s such as secondary wound infection and anemia from blood loss are common. SCP-XXXX-A instances are capable of sight at about half their original efficiency with functional eyes. Using amnestics to remove the memories of SCP-XXXX causes these anomalous effects to cease.
Discovery:
SCP-XXXX was first observed when an advertisement for it was distributed on local cable in the city of BLACKBOX, Arkansas. It is believed that SCP-XXXX had been active for some time before this.
Video Log XXXX-1 Transcript:
[BEGIN LOG]
The advertisement begins showing a grey-scale video of a crowd walking down a street.
Male Speaker:Hundreds of millions of people move through this life in toil and agony, never knowing why. Everyone knows there must be a cause to this, but few know what it is. Some blame the government or society or even the human race, but in truth the answer was right in front of our face. The true cause of all this suffering is eyes.
//The view switches to a bright summer scene outdoors. Thirteen SCP-XXXX-A instances can be seen happily smiling under blooming cherry trees. Small amounts of blood and pus leak from their eye sockets.
Male Speaker: We here at the Hookworm Collective believe that eyeballs are an unnecessary evolutionary dead end and the source of most human suffering. By tearing our own ones out with meat hooks we have massively improved our quality of life and satisfaction in general. But don't take my word for it, here are some testimonials!
The screen shows a middle-aged woman in a red summer dress and heavy make up. Blood is running down her cheeks and she has a bright cheery smile.
Female Speaker: I knw it sounds too good to be true but the Hookworm method really works. Before I gouged out my eyeballs I was a single mother and drunkard working at a gas station. But by removing my eyes and their negative influence on my life, I was able to go back to school and get a job at a Fortune 500 company!
The screen now shifts again showing a bald man in his seventies wearing a suit.
//The video now shows an older man with grey hair walking down the steps of a porch under bright sunlight. Large amounts of pus leek out of his empty eye sockets which are red and inflamed.
Male Speaker: Hello, I am Harvey Winstin, founder and chairman of the Hookworm Collective. Over our ten years of operation I have seen dozens of lives restored by the transformative power of medical self-mutilation.
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Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Foundation web-crawlers are to continuously monitor social media sites for possible evidence of SCP-XXXX activity. Upon SCP-XXXX being confirmed, the effected individual is to be detained, injured and given long term memory amnestics in accordance with Standard Cover Story 55-A (Car Accident).
Description: SCP-XXXX is an anomalous mental disorder effecting an estimated 13-39 individuals in the continental United States. SCP-XXXX manifests as the belief that large systems of underground tunnels are located all across the world. Those effected by SCP-XXXX often experience other deleterious mental effects as well such as anxiety and PTSD symptoms.
These individuals are capable of hallucinating entry into the underground structures. While the individuals will not actually enter any known anomalous spaces in reality, any event they believe they are experiencing will manifest it's effect on their body without any outside stimulus. While rarely lethal, minor injuries from SCP-XXXX are extremely common.
Test Log:
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Item #: SCP-5616
Object Class: Safe Keter
Special Containment Procedures: The house containing SCP-5616 has been bought by the Foundation and closed to the public. A standard Foundation security force is to remain in the house at all times. Under no circumstances are there to be less than two individuals in the house at a time. A CCTV camera is to be placed in SCP-5616 to continuously monitor it.
The Containment Procedures for SCP-5616 are currently being updated. See below for details.
Description: SCP-5616 is a bed room in a house in BLACKBOX, Maine. If SCP-5616 is entered while more than one individual is in the house no anomalies will occur. However, if SCP-5616 is entered by an individual who is the only one inside the house, the door will close. After this is occurred it becomes impossible to exit SCP-5616 from the inside as if an individual attempts to open the door or window they will perceive themselves as having done so but will be unable to actually perform the action. After eight hours the door will open allowing the trapped individual to freely exit. Individuals who enter the house after SCP-5616 has activated can open the door as well. Individuals trapped in SCP-5616 will experience hallucinations effecting all senses and (rarely) other anomalous phenomenon as well. While SCP-5616's anomalous properties are rarely fatal, in most cases individuals will experience extreme degrees of stress or PTSD after experiencing this phenomenon.
Testimony:
INTERVIEW-5616-1
Subject: Dr. Michael Grooms interviewing D-10379
Foreword: D-10379 had been sent into SCP-5616 for testing, but the test had been aborted after four hours when D-10379 displayed extreme levels of distress.
Dr. Grooms: Okay, so please tell me everything unusual that happened in there.
D-10379: Okay… so… have you ever experienced a false awakening?
Dr. Grooms: Like when you're dreaming and think you wake up but you're really still asleep.
D-10379: Yes, exactly! Like… I felt like something was really, really wrong and I needed to get out of there. But every time I opened the door and walked out I just found myself still in there. I even tried going out the window one time but that still didn't work.
Dr. Grooms: Anything else?
D-10379: That's the weirdest part, other than the being unable to leave part nothing else anomalous happened. It just felt awful.
Dr. Grooms: In that case, thank you for your cooperation.
Dr. Grooms smiles and reaches for one of his coat pockets.
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Card Declined. The man sighed and swiped his card for a fourth time, but the machine simply denied it once more. "I swear this was working earlier." The cashier, a tall, surprisingly muscled albino man, gave the man with the card a dull unhappy look then slowly turned towards the line of seven or eight people standing behind him.
"Let me try one more time." As the card reader blinked red a fifth time and people in the line started to complain, the cashier noticed something strange out of the corner of his eye. The displayed televisions in the electronics section had ceased to show the football[[footnote]]American