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Item #: SCP-4187
Object Cass: Thaumiel
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4187, AKA the Knight Who Kneels, is permitted to enjoy periods of uninhibited leisure inside and outside Sector (REDACTED). Due to his ongoing cooperation with Foundational authorities, the Knight is unbeholden to even the most lenient of statutes regarding on-site behavior, and has been granted clearance to observe and work alongside scientists in the field of anomalous research. However, per request of the 05 Council, certain percautionary guidelines have been established to prevent SCP-4187 from going rogue and or dismissing Class A commands entirely.
Should that unfavorable eventuality come to pass, the Knight has—in worried reluctance—voluntarily allowed a tracking device to be implanted beneath the nape of the neck. He has on rare occasion complained of nuchal rigidity, though remains obstinate in his refusal to take the properly prescribed medicines. The aforementioned condition goes untreated.
Within the tracker is a reservoir of nanobotic technology that, upon the unanimous ruling by four or more Council members, may be dispensed into the subject’s bloodstream, lethally lacing cells with strands of mercury. In accordance with the reestablished 1976 Thaumiel Protection Act, neutralization should be considered last resort. It is currently unknown if mercury is harmful to the Knight for reasons other than the fact that the substance is equally fatal to Humans, of which he shares an appearance, but little biology.
In spite of his permissive recreational privileges, SCP-4187 is designated an air-conditioned thirty four-by-twenty two foot concrete bedchamber for the purpose of surveillance during his hours of sleep. These hours are always between 9:00 PM and 6:00 AM MT, with no deviation from this schedule having ever been recorded. It is to be kept at a fair 70 degrees Fahrenheit at all times. Routine maintenance of the room should be conducted on a weekly basis, as should subject interviews and psychological analyses. Abnormalities in behavior or speech must be documented and presented to the nearest mental health specialist as soon as feasibly possible.
A shower-head, a roll-up foam mat for meditation, a vinyl record player, a king sized bed, a nightstand, a lamp, a bookshelf, and a toilet bowl and sink are the only permissible furnishings the room can hold. Contraband will not be tolerated. Should the subject withhold non-agreeable items in the confines of his cell, a Council verdict will decide on the appurtenant response notwithstanding the subject’s initial intent. Extra accommodations, amenities, toiletries, and complementaries for the Knight must be voted on by the 05 Council. His soft-given plea for carpeting is under review.
Let it be noted that SCP-4187 thoroughly appreciates his privacy. Due to his unique positioning, his person, his room, and his dignity are to be treated with a great amount of well-earned respect. In the pursuit of furthering a prosperous relationship with SCP-4187, internal affairs seen as detrimental to this mission will result in the termination and or suspension of a Foundation employee, no matter their status.
Description: SCP-4187 resembles a brown, shaggy-haired Human male of indiscernible ethnicity, though Middle-Eastern is accepted primarily for simplicity sake, as his skin shares the ruddy almond complexion of people inhabiting this region. He stands at approximately 7’1 and weighs 268 lbs; a significant increase from the 6’8 and 224 lbs from when he was officially incorporated into the Foundation dossier July 19th, 1950. The Knight cannot rationally explain the difference in his height, but he has confirmed a varying diet throughout the years that would expound upon his weight.
The Knight shows no sign of aging, and is immune to all Earthly diseases. Samples have been tested to validate the usage of his blood as a vaccine. Polio was vaccinated through this effort. The Foundation aims to acquire a Federal permit to legalize and substitute mainstream vaccinations with the Knight’s blood. He has persistantly striven to garner Senate approval for this cause himself.
When discovered helping refugees in East Berlin cross over into the democratic West, the Knight wore a light gray-brown trench coat, underlaid by a double-layered hauberk and faded blue button-up trousers. This appears to be his casual attire, alongside Dente Bellum, or the Fang of War—the ever-trusty longsword he wears at his belt. Dente Bellum’s silver blade, 4’2, is forged from an unknown ethereal ore, though the hilt and cross-guard are titanium and sapphire respectively. The sword works like an abater, aborsbing vast amounts of light during the day, and when the Knight wills it, can regurgitate this same light into a blinding array of spectacular colors that seem to ripple outwards in every direction, described by witnesses as a liquid rainbow. How it achieves this mystical feat remains a hotly debated mystery.
Besides this wondrous discharge of illuminosity, the sword also bears a semblance of cognitive autonomy whilst retaining an inanimate form. According to the Knight, a sentient she-spirit resides in the sword, imbuing it with otherworldly properties. This is shown in communicative experimentations where the sword will be asked a question, and “she” will aptly respond in Sumerian, Egyptian, or Babylonian by materializing alphabetical or pictorial symbols on the fuller. Once, Christmas Day 1999, Dente Bellum made first contact without need of an interviewer, spelling in English, “And thus a new Age begins.” to a newly recruited Doctor (REDACTED). This revelation has reclassified Dante Bellum as SCP-4187 2, an entirely separate entity apart from the Knight. Of the Knight, he has consistently shown a thoughtful and caring nature towards his sword, treating it moreso as a person instead of an object, solidifying the sword as an SCP all its own.
The Knight is proficient in every known martial art, and, impressively, has invented five forms of swordsplay/melee combat to accompany his amazing repertory. This prestidigitator too displays proficient bilingual mastery, having learnt the tongue of every man on every continent. Since the Korean War, the Knight has been utilized for matters of espionage and reconnaissance across the globe on behalf of the Foundation—SCP related or otherwise.
SCP-4187 spearheads Project Odysseus, a coexistence program that invites certain SCPs—almost exclusively Thaumiel—to visit previous places of interest. An extended vacation off of campus if you will. This program also champions SCP rights, though has been rather ineffective in gaining much ground. It has been suspended numerous times over the last decade due to controversies and containment breaches. The Knight maintains the belief that such a program is valuable to the securement, containment, and protection of anomalous lifeforms, and because of his documented reliability, has been given innumerable chances to prove himself right.
SCP-4187’s personality is quite bombastic, if not overly optimistic. His merriment tends to be infectious, and as a result, SCP-4187 is an unrivaled asset in the work place. He is highly intelligent, though retrains this aspect of his self to reveal the more open, down-to-Earth individual that some employees have grown far too attached with. In circumstances like these, contact is to be irreversibly severed with the Knight. SCP-4187 may be an honorable and helpful Foundation beneficiary, but he is still an SCP nonetheless. He is to be observed and guarded whether one believes him safe or not.
Chivalrous, judicious, and obsessed with order. Yet it is in the best interest of the Foundation to not underestimate, nor become too fond of SCP-4187. Good attributes do not equal or guarantee penchant for potentially catastrophic abilities.
1951 Interview
Doctor (REDACTED): Alright, with everything accounted for, we may procee—
SCP-4187: Good morning Doc! Looking down right ravishing today as usual. Though, hey, even I’ve noticed the bigwigs gettin’ stingy on the new apparel costs. Seems everyone’s wearing older, stiffer collared clothing instead of the looser fittin’ ones. I suspect a debt looming, no doubt. Perhaps that war overseas?
Doctor (REDACTED): Alright, that’s enough of that.
SCP-4187: *nervous laughter* Oh, I apologize. I haven't held a God honest conversation in a pitifully long while. Full discourse, I’m excited.
Doctor (REDACTED): Great. Full disclosure’s great. For starters, let’s begin with what’s on your mind. Besides apparel costs, can you tell me anything that’s been weighing heavy on your thoughts? Any deep, innate desires left unfulfilled?
SCP-4187: …. Well… I have been confoundedly transfixed on the topic of predestination as of late. Is that a subject you’d like to discuss?
Doctor (REDACTED): Only if you are that is.
SCP-4187: You see… I’ve been around, and I must say, I have never come across an unhappy ending.
Doctor (REDACTED): Do elaborate please.
SCP-4187: Okay, lemme just hop on my soapbox here. *clears throat* The great illusion of mortal existence is that of meaninglessness. That what we say and do doesn’t matter or have any lasting effects in the grand scheme of the World. Lies. All lies. I want you to know Doc that every breath you take is part of a plan. Each move, each word, is all in the pursuit of the happy ending. An ending that is the hard-won culmination of every life that has ever been wrought into corporeality; crafted so arduously and meticulously from specks of nothing, and made into… you. I look around at your little facility, and you know what I see?
Doctor (REDACTED): What?
SCP-4187: Clinical nihilism. An empty shell of what cold calculated ambition brings. The World and its people but a mere statistic. Instead of praising the beauty of this planet, you greasy lil’ knuckleheads decide to cage things up and prod them till they can’t feel the prodding anymore. Thousands of years of scientific advancement, and yet we still dwell in the depths of barbarous cruelty as if we’ve been blinded by what History keeps pouring into our eyes.
Doctor (REDACTED): Powerful words, but you fail to understand why we cage things up; why we’ve caged you up. Abnormalities like you endanger society. Luckily for us, you appear to be… at least externally, competent and cooperative. Remain that way, I believe we'll get along splendidly.
SCP-4187: Bad things must happen for good to come of them. I understand that. I understand why I’m here. I understand why children starve. Why innocent people die. Most importantly, however, I understand the importance of evil. Without monsters and demons, those heroes of yore fade into myth. Good must have evil to threaten it, or good will eventually disappear. You lock away all the evil, and we begin to forget why simple kindnesses matter. This is the cold calculated ambition I was referring to. In our endeavoring to eliminate our woes, we have taken away what makes us a vital component in the grand scheme; Love, mercy, forgiveness. Without evil, how do you know what those even mean?
Doctor (REDACTED): So going by your reasoning, you could justify the Holocaust?
SCP-4187: No Holocaust, no Israel. No Israel, no disruptive religious territoriality. No disruptive religious territoriality, no wars. No wars, no happy ending. Bad must happen—
Doctor (REDACTED): —for good to come of it, yes yes. But are you morally agreeing with the event itself?
SCP-4187: No. But whether we wished it or not, we were bound to get it. The Great War ensured that. Conflicts… troubles… just seeds; seeds we water with blood and sweat, until finally something imperceptibly beauteous grows out of it. …. Pardon the pretentiousness Sir, but you live as long as I have, boy would you be pretentious too.
Doctor (REDACTED): Actually, let’s talk about that.
SCP-4187: …. My… pretentiousness?
Doctor (REDACTED): No, how long you've lived.
SCP-4187: I rightfully reckon longer than you.
Doctor (REDACTED): I saw what you were passionate about, now I want to know why. What led you here? What happened to make you this… upholder of righteousness?
SCP-4187: ……. I…….
Doctor (REDACTED): Just start from the beginning. You mentioned how we are so arduously crafted. This must mean you believe in a God, correct?
SCP-4187: Tangibility ends with that question. *laughter* Yes, just as a book needs an author, we have a God. He has resigned me to eternally wage war on the forces of chaos. Me and you? Our purposes are the same. I’m here to help. That’s all I’ve ever been here to do. It’s all I’ve ever wanted to do.
Doctor (REDACTED): What is your first memory?
SCP-4187: Doc, I can’t even tell you what I had for breakfast. Come on, that was like… a billion something years ago. My creation I mean, not the breakfast. That’d be weird.
Doctor (REDACTED): How can you concretely say God has sent you if you don’t even remember? Unverifiable gobbledegook.
SCP-4187: Did you learn how to breathe? Did you learn how to blink? No. You came out the womb knowing. They are intrinsic factors that we are born with. Inherit within us all is the knowledge of our purpose, and from whom that purpose was given. We know what we must do, yet in our fear and in our disillusionment, we hide from our purpose, not even aware that doing so was part of our purpose all along. To be found, we must be lost. It is where true good lies—empathy in knowing what it is like to be lost. That, my dearest friend, is the purpose of evil. It gives us empathy. By locking away these so-called “abnormalities”, you’re robbing people of that essential trait. People need to stand up and fight these things on their own, as I have for a million millennia.
Doctor (REDACTED): People don't have that sword of yours to do it with.
SCP-4187: Hate to be that guy, but you don’t need to wave around a sword in order to be a hero. A smidgen of kindness is more powerful than any conceivable weapon. You have to trust me on that. You have to believe that. At the end of the day, belief is all we got.
Doctor (REDACTED): What I believe is that this session is over.
SCP-4187: Its been an absolute pleasure Doc. Same time next week?
Doctor (REDACTED): Is that a joke?
SCP-4187: ….. You know what they say; a smile a day keeps the evil at bay.
