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- SCP-4859 "Hell's Prison" Draft
- Enter the Gates Draft
- And Then There Was One Draft
- SCP-XXXX "Weaver of Death" Draft
- The Weaver's Fate Draft
- SCP written by a neural network.
SCP-4859
(In this article '4859' is a placeholder number)
Item #: SCP-4859
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4859 is to be surrounded by a perimeter wall of 5-inch thick stone brick with barbed wire on top of it. In front and the perimeter wall is to be a chain link fence with barbed wire on top of it. SCP-4859 is to be monitored 24/7 by a highly-trained security crew, and assigned mobile task force division Psi-7. Security crews are to stay outside of SCP-4859’s designated zone, and MTF units are only allowed to enter in the event of a containment breach. Civilians are not allowed to get within 100 meters of SCP-4859, those who do will be warned by security details. Civilians who attempt to enter SCP-4859 will be detained and handled by foundation authorities. Those who enter SCP-4859 and survive intact are to immediately be reported to foundation research area-[REDACTED] for processing.
Description: SCP-4859 appears to be an internment camp located in western America near [REDACTED]. It has been reported to have working electricity and plumbing, yet no pipes or cables can be found at this time. Its structures appear old and dusty, with broken and clouded windows. At night after 8:00PM, spotlights and street lamps surrounding SCP-4859 turn on, and turn off at 8:00AM. Those around SCP-4859 have reported sounds of screeching, screaming and moaning coming from SCP-4859. The main building is made out of gray stone brick, and thin stone roofing. The doors are made of dark-stained wood. Sometimes dark smoke emits from the chimneys on the roof of SCP-4859.
Almost all those who entered SCP-4859 disappeared inside of it. Inside of SCP-4859 are reported many abominations, labeled SCP-4859-B, believed to be the reason behind the noises. SCP-4859-B usually resemble humans or human parts, and are hostile to living creatures, especially humans. SCP-4859-B occasionally attempt exit SCP-4859. Instances of SCP-4859-B have spoken verbally, speaking in assorted languages, most commonly English and Japanese, though the things mentioned by SCP-4859B are usually just gibberish and mindless babbling.
SCP-4859 is believed to be an old American internment camp from World War II, yet no records of SCP-4859 can be found.
Addendum-01: As requested from O5-[REDACTED], only staff with level three clearance or above are permitted access to SCP-4859.
Addendum-02: As requested from O5-[REDACTED] expeditions into SCP-4859 have come to a halt until further notice. Only those with special permission from the O5 council or above are to test this SCP or send an expedition into it.
Enter the Gates
Omega-17 Delta Squadron stood outside of the gates to SCP-4859 in anticipation. They’d been assigned to do a sweep of this SCP to determine the proper means to secure it. All of the men were tense, gripping their rifles as they stared down the prison.
“Alright, let’s move in.” Alpha said.
The men quickly opened the gates and swept the courtyard before moving to the front doors.
“Prepare to breach.” Squad leader commanded.
Alpha gave a countdown from five. On five the men busted down the door and assumed defensive positions along the wall. The room seemed clear, and Alpha commanded for a full sweep of the area. The men found nothing and moved to the entrance of a hallway at the end of the room.
“Move in slow, and clear the rooms individually.” Alpha commanded.
The men walked along the wall carefully. Sigma swept the first room on the right. He came back several seconds later after the squad has already passed. Beta went in to clear the first room on the left. After a few seconds of him being in there, he screamed and gunfire was heard. Alpha and Gamma ran back to Beta’s position. They busted open the door to find Beta standing over a corpse.
“What the hell happened?” Asked Gamma.
“That thing attacked me.” Responded Beta.
“Let’s keep moving, I’ll warn the others tha-” Alpha was cut off by gunfire and screeching. The other members of the squad started yelling and running. Alpha, Beta, and Gamma rushed outside the room to find swarms of abominations, twisted and gnarled. They shambled and ran towards Delta Squadron.
“Hold your ground, and take them down!” Alpha barked.
The men took defensive positions and started firing on the monsters. The abominations fell in huge clumps to the soldier’s gunfire. Their numbers started to thin as ammunition was running low. Finally, the last of the horde fell to the ground.
“That’s the last of them, let’s keep moving.” Alpha ordered.
The men started walking down the hallway. They came into a big prison room full of cells.
“Alright, me and Delta will take this room. Gamma and Beta will take the hallway leading out to the other facility, and Sigma will guard the entrance here.” Alpha said.
They got to work without hesitation. Gamma and Beta jogged over to the opening and quickly stepped out into the cold courtyard. The pathway was surrounded by chain link fence with a rugged cobblestone paving on the ground. It leads to a couple more buildings.
“We’ll take the one on the left first.” Beta said.
The pair swerved to take the first building. Beta pushed open the door and swept his gun around to see if anything was there.
The building appeared to be an old latrine. It had dug out holes in the ground with withered, petty toilet seats. A dark substance was smeared across the floor, almost going from one wall to the next.
“Ugh, fuck. What’s that smell?” Gamma asked.
The latrine stank of a terrible stench, it smelled like rot, blood, feces, and piss.
“I don’t know, but it seems clear, so, let’s get out of here.” Beta coughed.
The two left the latrine and start towards the next structure.
“Clear!” Delta yelled as he exited the cell.
Alpha and Delta had been sweeping the prison room at a quick pace. They both seemed ready to be done.
Alpha opened the door to a cell, a body lied on the ground, in a big, black gooey puddle.
“I found something…” Alpha told Delta.
“What is it?” Delta asked.
“It’s some sort of, corpse, and it’s in this big black puddle.”
“Sounds gross… We should probably check it though.”
Alpha moved into the cell, while Delta stood at the door. He kneeled down to inspect the body.
“What the fuck? This looks like-” Alpha was cut off by something falling against his back, and a loud bang.
“Agh! Fuck! What the hell?!” Alpha quickly swung around with his sidearm at the ready. Delta was behind him, coughing and trying to sit up.
“What the hell was that?” Alpha asked.
“Something… Pushed me.” Delta choked out.
“Ah, shit.” Alpha walked up to the door and tried to push it open.
“Fuck. It’s jammed shut.” He said.
He banged on the door, yelling.
“Sigma! Hey! Get us out of here!” Alpha yelled to no response.
“Fucking! Help!” Still no response.
“JEFFERSON! GET US OUT OF HERE!” But nobody came.
“God damn! Fuck!”
Delta stood up, seeming to have regained his strength.
“It’s no use. He either can’t hear us or is gone.”
Beta and Gamma stepped up to the second building. Beta opened the door, and was immediately tackled back.
“Ah! Shit!” He yelled, as his gun was knocked from his hands.
Gamma ran up and hit the thing with his rifle, knocking it off of Beta. Beta scrambled away from the creature. Gamma opened fire on the monstrosity, creating several bullet holes until it took its last breath.
“What the hell?” Beta asked.
Beta grabbed his gun back and walked up to the abomination. It had two pairs of long arms and one pair of short legs. Its face was deformed and gruesome, it had a big bloody mouth with dozens of sharp shark-like teeth.
Beta sighed and stood back up.
“Let’s move i-.” His voice was cut off by the sound of Alpha screaming at the top of his lungs.
Beta and Gamma raced over to Alpha, leaving the door wide open.
Alpha and Delta sat in the dank cell. Their attention was drawn by the sound of loud hurried footsteps. They stood up, ready for anything. Someone on the other side worked at the door, and started opening it. The door swung open, and they were greeted by Beta standing in the doorway.
“So… What’re you in for?” Beta asked.
“Really? We were fucking trapped in here and you wanna make jokes?” Alpha yelled.
“Sorry, I just wanted to lighten up the mood, we heard you screaming and feared the worst.”
“What the hell happened to Sigma? He should’ve heard us screaming.”
The four men walked away from the cell to Sigma’s station.
“Holy, shit!” Gamma yelled.
A bloody body, barely recognizable as Sigma was lying on the ground.
Alpha kneeled next to the body and sighed.
“Oh, fuck!” He yelled.
“Goddamnit! What the fuck is going on?! We need to get out of here. We’ve seen enough.”
Alpha turned to his squadmates, they stood there, silently. Alpha noticed some movement on the floor below them.
“Huh? What the… Oh no. Fuck! They’re here. Right below us!” Alpha exclaimed.
His squadmates turned to look down at the horde of abominations on the lower level.
“Fuck it! Run! That’s an order!” Alpha commanded.
Delta squadron sprinted down the hallway at breakneck speed. The monsters were running full speed at Delta squad.
Alpha stopped and whipped around with his gun, and started firing on the creatures.
“Keep running!” He yelled to the rest of his squadmates who were slowing down.
The rest of Delta squad picked up the pace again, dashing towards the exit. An explosion sounded behind them as they reached the front door. They looked back to see that Alpha had taken the horde down with him, using a grenade. Delta squad pushed out of the building, slamming the door behind them.
They stood there, panting and reflecting on what had just happened.
“Let’s get out of here.” Beta said, breaking the silence.
And Then There Was One
Omega-17 team Gamma had been dispatched abruptly 2 hours ago to deal with a threat reported in Area-[REDACTED]. All communications with team Gamma had been cut, and the Foundation then sent, team Alpha to deal with the problem.
Alpha’s boots crunched in the hard soil as he led his squadron into the entrance zone of Area-[REDACTED]. The ground was cracked and dry.
“Alright, let’s get this over with.” Alpha said.
“I’ll take Beta through Delta. Zeta, you get Eta through Iota.” The team leader ordered.
The soldiers nodded and formed their groups.
“My team will take the southeastern side. Zeta, you’ll take the northwestern side. Any questions?”
No one spoke up.
“Alright, let’s get going.”
Alpha led his squads into the Entrance Zone. All the lights were out, making the building look dark and unwelcoming.
They turned on their flashlights, and Zeta veered off towards the Light Containment Zone. Alpha took his team towards SCP-[REDACTED].
The soldiers walked through the dark hallway with only a few flashlights guiding their way. All the doors were locked down, and rustling could be heard inside some of them as the soldiers passed.
A loud bang was heard from one of the containment doors, like an SCP flinging itself against it, making Delta jump. The only sound was the footsteps of the squad, making their way down the dank hallway.
The silence hung in the air like an unwanted mist. Team two patrolled the LCZ looking for any breaches, or problems. The SCPs in Light Containment were immobile and mostly non-sentient SCPs.
“This hallway’s clear, move on to the next one.” Zeta said, breaking the uncomfortable silence.
“Woah, hold up. This door’s been busted open.” Theta pointed out.
“Alright, me and Theta will check it out, Eta, and Iota, you two stand guard.” Zeta told his team.
Zeta and Theta walked into the room, waving their flashlights around. Zeta walked towards a podium. The glass on top was shattered, an SCP must’ve broken it.
“Shit, looks like we got a-” Zeta was cut off by a scream echoing from outside of the containment chamber. Seconds later, gunfire split the air.
Zeta, and Theta ran outside of the small room to find Iota kneeling next to a corpse. Zeta walked up next to Iota, putting a hand on his shoulder and looking down at the body.
Through the blood and disfigurement, it was clear who the corpse belonged to… Eta. A big hole was torn in his chest, and bloody scrapes covered his face.
“What the hell happened?”
Team one stood outside the big door to SCP-[REDACTED]’s containment zone. Alpha sighed, and then grabbed his keycard to open the gate. He slowly moved it up to the scanner, before inserting it.
The door screeched in protest as the mechanisms forced it to open. Sunlight poured in as the door came to a halt.
“Let’s move in.” Alpha said.
Team one hustled into the courtyard surrounding the SCP.
“Do a perimeter sweep. Tell me if you find anything.”
Beta, and Delta came back to Alpha with nothing to report. But they had to wait on Gamma. After waiting for five minutes, the team started to get irritable and nervous.
“What the hell is taking so long? Kae-… Beta, come with me, we’ll search for Gamma. Delta, you stay and guard here.” Alpha commanded.
The two walked towards the area Gamma had gone to clear. There was no sign of him.
“Gamma!” Beta yelled.
The only response was silence.
Alpha rounded a corner and yelped out before kneeling over to hurl. Beta came rushing over and felt the blood drain from his face as he saw what sat on the grass.
Gamma’s torn up corpse lied on the ground. He was in pieces. Beta slowly walked up to one of his arms lying on the ground. He kneeled in front of it.
Then, he heard a scream, and gunfire echoed through the courtyard.
Iota started choking on his tears and nausea. he stepped back from Eta’s body.
“What happened out here?” Zeta asked.
Iota took a second to compose himself before speaking.
“Something, an SCP I think came out of the darkness. It hurled itself at him and tore that hole in his chest, it looked dark and reddish-brown.”
“Shit…”
“This is Zeta, we have a rogue SCP, it’s hostile and killed one of our men.” Zeta said into his radio.
Static replied on the other end.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Alright, we need to keep going, we’ll tell Alpha about the breached SCPs when we get to him.”
Zeta led his squadron away from the containment chamber.
Beta and Alpha took off running at the sound of Delta’s screaming. She was starting to come into view, and Beta let out a yelp at what he saw. Delta was pinned down by a monstrous SCP. It’s jaw had a firm hold on her arm, and it’s claw-like hands were digging into her torso.
Beta wasted no time. He charged at the monster and tackled it, taking it off Delta and pushing it onto its back. He used the time it was dazed to unload his P90 into its chest.
The thing hollered and screeched as the bullets tore through its skin. It stopped screaming long before Beta’s clip emptied, but he kept shooting.
After he was done, he stepped back and reloaded, turning to Delta.
Alpha had his first aid kit out and had already taken Delta’s vest off. Beta ran over to them.
Holes were torn in her shirt, there was a burst in her stomach, showing off her intestines.
“We need to get her out of here now, help me carry her to the evac point.” Alpha told Beta as he finished patching up Delta’s wounds.
He slung one of her arms around his shoulder, and Beta took the other one, keeping his sidearm at the ready.
Team two walked through the hallway sweeping their flashlights from side-to-side. The noise of their boots were the only one that filled the room as they passed the locked doors.
A rustle sounded from deeper in the hallway, making everyone freeze. The squad tensed up, aiming their rifles in the direction of the sound, ready to fire on anything that moved.
A small grey doglike creature darted out from a corner freezing in the light of the squad’s flood lamps.
Zeta inspected the animal for a second before opening fire on it. He got five rounds out before it fell screeching. The gunfire stopped right when it hit the ground.
“What the hell, Zeta?” Theta yelled.
“We can’t take any risks, it could’ve been hostile, or worse, and SCP.” Zeta replied.
Theta let out a frustrated scoffing sound as they started moving again.
Iota had stayed silent through the encounter, not even looking at his squadmates.
“Hey, wait.” He said.
“What?” Zeta asked.
“There’s a crack in the door here, it looks like it would just collapse if I put any pressure on it…”
Iota pushed against the door and it made a loud metallic groaning sound. Then kicked it in making it fall down into a big black heap.
Iota waved his flashlight around inside.
“What’s in there?” Theta asked him.
“Uh.. It’s… Pretty empty, there’s just a bed and a dresser.” He replied.
“Maybe it’s worth checking out.” Zeta said.
He led them into the containment chamber. There was a twin sized bed, it had a big black spot on it in the middle. The dresser was made out of a light brown wood, probably stained red oak.
On closer inspection, Zeta saw an Iron Cross necklace laying on the bed. He reached out to pick it up before hearing a pained grunt and a sound like slicing.
He whipped around to see Iota standing in front of the dresser with the cabinets wide open. The dark outline of a figure was seen standing inside.
Zeta ran toward his teammate yelling. The situation had come to Theta’s attention now too as he darted forward with a war cry.
Iota dropped his gun and fell backwards, into Zeta. He caught him, looking down at his injuries as he layed in his arms. There was a diagonal slash starting just below his chest and ending at his hipline.
Gunfire spit into the air for a few seconds before stopping abruptly.
Zeta looked back at the SCP, it had a claw piercing straight into Theta’s chest. In Theta’s right hand was a grenade.
“Hasta la vista, motherfucker.”
Alpha and Beta ran down the hallway, dragging Delta with them. She was barely hanging on, being thrown around with the sporadic footsteps of her comrades.
Beta screamed letting go of Delta and falling to the ground. Alpha looked back to see a blade deep in Beta’s side.
Gunshots rang out as Beta desperately fired his pistol.
“Go!” He yelled.
Alpha swept Delta up into his arms and kept on running with her.
The door exploded of its hinges as Alpha kicked it down. Sunlight engulfed him as he ran towards the immobile helicopters.
The pilots of the nearest one looked up as Alpha climbed in.
“We need to get her out of here. Now! It’ll be a miracle if she lasts another minute.” Alpha said laying Delta down in a seat and strapping her in.
He jumped off the chopper as its blades started spinning. And then ran back into the facility.
Alpha ran back to where Beta had been. He stopped when he saw a shadow lumped on the ground. He knew what it was long before he approached it. Alpha stared over the body of his comrade. He felt sick as he kneeled in front of the corpse.
A loud bang sounded from somewhere deeper in the facility drawing Alpha’s attention. He stood up and started walking towards the source of the sound, leaving his dead friend behind.
Delta coughed violently and looked around the interior of the helicopter. She clasped her hands over her stomach as she felt the pain of what she’d endured. She let out another violent cough, spitting blood onto the floor.
Everything was hazy and dull, and darkness started forming in her vision. Blood dripped from her mouth. She looked towards the cockpit.
Delta tried to ask how long until they’d get to a hospital, but she just ended up vomiting.
“Hold on! We’ll get there soon, just hang in there!” One of the pilots yelled.
Delta let out a groan and curled up in her seat. She’d never felt so sick. A red haze started to fill her mind as she wandered into the clouds. She heard yelling, but couldn’t figure out what was so important, the only thing that concerned her was getting to the light she saw.
A feeling of joy engulfed her, as lights danced in her vision and music filled her ears.
Zeta coughed and gasped. The impact from the grenade had been so powerful, he’d lost his balance and breath. He looked around the room, blood splattered everywhere and small heaps of flesh and red tissue was scattered on the ground.
Zeta stood up shakily and started walking to his dying teammate.
Iota was laying on his side in the corner of the room. Zeta put a hand on his shoulder and turned him onto his back. Blood covered his torso, and the laceration had opened up showing his insides. Iota wasn’t breathing, he was dead.
Zeta felt himself choking on tears as they started to run down his face. He sobbed over the dead body of his friend.
Alpha walked with his weapon drawn into the room he’d heard crying from. He looked around, blood covered the walls, floor, and ceiling, and fleshy lumps cluttered the floor. There was a shadow in the corner, the source of the sobbing. He noticed as he walked closer that it was two shadows, Zeta was on his knees next to Iota’s corpse.
Alpha stepped next to Zeta, and extended a hand onto his shoulder. Zeta didn’t even look up.
“We need to get out of here.” Alpha said.
“Everyone else is dead…” Zeta said through his sobs.
“Not quite, Delta was alive, severely wounded, but alive… There’s nothing we can do, we’ve lost too many and we need to leave.”
Zeta stood up and took a moment to compose himself.
“Alright… I’m okay.” He said.
“Okay, let’s move out.”
Zeta and Alpha winded through the maze of hallways that made up the area. Everything was going smoothly until they heard a growl up ahead.
A lumbering human with the stature of Jason Voorhees stood in the hallway, he had a huge axe. The two were silent as they watched him stand still.
He suddenly came dashing towards them with a shriek that turned their blood cold. The men opened fire, but it was like he just absorbed the bullets and kept going.
Alpha charged at the monstrous beast of a human.
“RUN!” He screamed back at Zeta.
Zeta sprinted forward as the two collided with each other, all he heard was the sickening sound of a blade slicing through skin.
The glass of the entryway doors shattered under Zeta’s boots as he dashed out of the building. The helicopter pilots saw his pace and quickly started prepping the aircraft for takeoff.
Zelta jumped onto the chopper just before it took off. He watched as the SCP Area slowly faded from view.
SCP-XXXX
Item#: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter Neutralized
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept in a 4mx4mx5m containment chamber made out of an aluminium-titanium alloy reinforced by concrete in Area-[REDACTED]. SCP-XXXX is to be chained to the floor of its containment chamber via an titanium-steel alloy heavy duty chain 7cm in diameter weighing 450kg in total connected to SCP-XXXX’s neck, wrists and ankles. SCP-XXXX is to be monitored 24-7 via camera made out of reinforced plexiglass. Two internal security officers are to stand guard at SCP-XXXX’s containment chamber at all times, rotating shifts at 10:00AM-10:10AM and 10:00PM-10:10PM.
All guards stationed at Area-[REDACTED] are to be equipped with military-class riot gear. Officers stationed guarding SCP-XXXX’s containment chamber are to be equipped with special “no friction” uniforms. In emergency cases MTF Unit Nu-7 will be called in to assist in recontainment or security of SCP-XXXX
As of this time there are no containment procedures regarding SCP-XXXX.
Description: SCP-XXXX appears as a hooded humanoid figure wearing a black trench coat with black slacks and black dress shoes. SCP-XXXX’s face is mostly smooth and has little features, SCP-XXXX has no observable eyes, but claims to see through the space human eyes would be. SCP-XXXX has no observable mouth, although it does have a nose structure that has no openings.
SCP-XXXX is believed to have an unlimited supply of string and razorwire inside of its coat, and it has used this to escape containment multiple times. SCP-XXXX also is in possession of an unusually large sharp sewing pin that it seems to enjoy impaling victims with. SCP-XXXX was first found terrorizing German internment camps during World War II and shortly after the end of the war SCP-XXXX was heavily pursued by the Global Occult Coalition. The Global Occult Coalition has ruthlessly hunted SCP-XXXX and has, in many instances, come to conflict with foundation agents attempting to secure SCP-XXXX.
SCP-XXXX has been extremely hostile to both Foundation and GOC agents, on many occasions escaping containment officers, and breaking out of containment once subdued. SCP-XXXX’s hostility towards the Foundation is not understood, researchers believe that SCP-XXXX knows the Foundation’s plans for it, although how it got this information is not known.
Addendum-XXXX-01: Upon request from O5-[REDACTED] only those with special permission from the O5 council are to have permission to test SCP-XXXX.
Addendum-XXXX-02: Due to conflicts with the GOC SCP-XXXX has been moved temporarily to Site-[DATA EXPUNGED].
Addendum-XXXX-03: As of June 17th, 2003, SCP-XXXX has been terminated by GOC agents.
The Weaver’s Fate
He crumbled to his knees as the world fell apart around him. A hooded man walked slowly towards him, sharp object in hand. But he didn’t care, He welcomed death at this point. The hooded man let out an evil, blood curdling cackle at he raised his weapon and brought it down with enough force to break His skull.
June 15th, 2003, 07:02
“Several hours ago SCP-XXXX escaped containment from Site-37… And now it’s our job to recontain the damn thing.” Alpha’s words cut through the air, coating the room thick with despair.
“Great, looks like command gave us another one of the “fun” missions.” Epsilon laughed at Alpha’s orders.
“As always. Pack your shit, it’s time to hit the road.”
June 16th, 2003, 06:31
A man stands at a podium atop a stage in front of a crowd of soldiers.
“Our scouts report that anomaly 01 has broken out of one of the Foundation sites near [DATA EXPUNGED]. This is our chance to destroy that damn demon.” Major Donner said, sparking excitement in the brigade of men at his feet.
“Finally, the Coalition has given us a chance to do something worthwhile. We leave in thirty minutes, get ready.”
June 16th, 2003, 10:19
The sound of helicopter blades boomed through the quiet forest, the sound only increasing in volume as the chopper lowered.
Alpha’s boots slammed against the ground with a loud crunch of snapping twigs. The rest of his squad soon followed as the sound of the helicopter faded into nothingness.
The forest sat still, too still. Quiet, too quiet. Something was off. Not even the subtle chirp of birds pierced the air. Nothing, nothing but the short nervous breaths of Alpha’s squad.
Alpha slowly creeped forward, motioning for his squad to stand still. He abruptly stopped at the sound… The sound of boots, hundreds of feet marching through the woods. The squad simply looked at each other in confusion.
The footsteps only got louder and louder and Alpha motioned his squad to move into the brush. They saw the source of these mysterious footsteps as soldiers marched past their position, hundreds, thousands maybe… But here's the real kicker, they all wore Global Occult Coalition armbands, carefully fashioned onto each soldier, placed over the plated armor of their pauldrons.
“GOC? What the hell are they doing here?” Delta whispered over the barrage of marching feet.
“Great question, I’ll radio it into command.” Theta quietly muttered.
“Command? Come in, we have visual on GOC soldiers marching through the forest, what the hell is going on?”
“Upsilon squadron, this is comma-”
“Not so loud!” Theta said hushing his radio.
“Upsilon squadron, this is command, we read you, this is neither good, nor surprising, the Global Occult Coalition has been chasing SCP-XXXX down since its formation after World War 2.” The voice of the radio said.
“Yeah, and what do we do about it?”
“Stay out of sight, and continue pursuing SCP-XXXX, we’ll send back up your way to deal with the GOC.”
“Affirmative.”
June 16th, 2003, 11:47
The soldiers had marched ever off into the distance, and Alpha’s squad were following the trail left by SCP-XXXX. Dead animals strung up onto trees, occasionally a severed human limb. There was blood everywhere, it seemed that the explanation for the quietness had revealed itself.
They came up on a woman impaled on the branch of a dead tree, the words “I’ll kill you too” were carved into her abdomen, a deadly omen to any traveler who came.
“Fucking disgusting, how twisted is this thing?” Delta asked in open fear.
“Better, yet, where did these bodies come from? It’s not like this is some national park or something.” Gamma muttered in confusion.
“We know how sadistic this fucker can be, he probably dragged them from a nearby town.” Alpha said disgusted.
“Let’s just keep moving, we’ll find it eventually.”
June 16th, 2003, 14:03
Upsilon squadron hiked for hours through the woods, following the trail of blood and carcasses until they came up on a cave, the exterior decorated with mutilated organs and fingers.
“Ugh, so that’s the beast’s lair… Why does it always have to be a cave?” Delta said, covering his nose.
“Damn, smells worse than Beta’s socks.” Epsilon coughed.
“Shut up.” Beta snapped.
“Alright, alright, keep your heads on straight everyone. Theta, radio this in to command, we found it. Delta and Gamma, you two scout the area around this place. The rest of us will set up a temporary base camp up on that hill. Got it?” Alpha’s order shut up even Epsilon.
“Yes sir!” The soldiers yelled in unison.
June 16th, 2003, 17:33
Alpha overlooked the small camp that his squad had made. He was always proud of the camouflage on the tents and canopies. How they blended so well with the grass and brush, almost indistinguishable from the forest floor.
“The camp is all set up, sir.” Beta reported, giving a short salute to Alpha.
“Good, we’ll stay here for the night, and break camp tomorrow hopefully… Tell Gamma it’s dinner time, I’m sure we’re all ready for some of his great cooking after today.”
June 16th, 2003, 12:14
The sound of roaring engines grew louder and louder as foundation hummers rolled through the forest.
“Stop! I think we’ve found our targets!” Captain Long yelled over the radio.
Abruptly, the cars came to a stop in front of the GOC brigade. Captain Long stepped out of his Humvee with a squad of gunman to greet the GOC commander.
“This area is under quarantine as ordered by the O5 Council, you are to leave immediately.” The captain barked over loudspeakers.
Major Donner stepped out of the crowd of soldiers to confront the foundation captain.
“We will not leave until we have found what we came for. Whether that makes you our enemy or not makes no difference to me.” The angered major shouted.
“You WILL leave immediately or you will be dispatched!” Captain Long warned.
The defiant Major Donner stayed silent, waiting for Captain Long’s reaction.
“Fire!”
Trapped in a world of white, with only the company of a constant ringing. Major Donner could barely open his eyes, he coughed, and spat, and squirmed, but nothing relieved the pain in his chest, the constant shattering death in his skull. He managed to look up only to see hundreds of guns, thousands of bullets, bodies, blood and death. Before he knew what was happening, he felt hands grabbing his arms, the ground moving beneath him, he was being dragged away.
June 16th, 2003, 21:54
Donner woke with a jarring jolt, the sounds of the battle still roaring in his head.
“Sir, you’re awake.” He turned to see a soldier, a medic kneeling next to him.
“I’m glad to see you’re alright, I was afraid we would lose you.” The medic said.
“What… What happened?” Major Donner asked.
“Easy, easy, we… We lost, the foundation overwhelmed us. We couldn’t get past their armor and their machine guns ripped us to shreds. I’ve already called for backup, they’re sending two more whole brigades.”
“The foundation won’t get… Away.. With this…” These words pulled Donner back into unconsciousness.
June 17th, 2003, 06:23
“Today is the day, it’s time to find that wretched SCP and put it in its place.” Alpha said, rallying his men.
“Our orders are to take that bitch into custody and that’s what we’re gonna do, we’ve never failed an op before, and I don’t plan to start. Delta, Gamma, you two stay at camp to guard and keep us organized in the field. As for the rest of you… Who’s ready to go psycho hunting?” Murmurs, cheers, and shouts broke out, although whether excited or nervous, no one could tell.
Alpha and his team stood outside the entrance to what they had promptly named, “The Death Cave”. Alpha motioned for his squad to fall in behind him before moving into the cave.
“God, it smells awful in here.” Epsilon muttered, coughing and gagging. The rest of the squad had a similar response.
“Are we gonna let a little smell get to us?” Alpha asked mockingly.
“No, sir.” Epsilon responded.
The soldier’s footsteps echoed through the cavern with every blood-soaked step. Until they came up to a large opening, a room full of stalagmites, stalactites, and limbs and carcasses hung from every possible place.
“God, this is so disgusting.” Theta muttered, looking at the gore.
In the center of the room sat a throne of bones, carefully held together with black string. Beta carefully stepped up to the throne, slowly reaching out to touch it. The tips of his fingers had just reached it when he was flung away. Black string came out of the darkness, grabbing Beta by the neck and dragging him into the dark depths it had come from, all with Beta’s blood curdling scream.
“What the fuck?!” Epsilon yelled, aiming his gun before it got knocked from his hands. He screamed as razorwire flew from the darkness to tear his arms off.
Theta quickly raised his rifle to fire before having his arms suspended in the air by that gross black fabric. Blood exploded from his head has a sewing pin the size of a sword flew through it.
Alpha stood in absolute horror, unable to move a muscle. Epsilon finally stopped screaming as Alpha heard a loud CRACK from his direction. Tears formed in Alpha’s eyes, words formed in his throat as he dropped to his knees. Footsteps sounded from behind, before stopping, Alpha sat, speechless, unable to care, he welcomed death. A loud bang sparking pain in the back of his head ended it all… Or so he thought.
June 17th, 2003, 10:43
Alpha awoke to a world of pain beyond what he thought was possible, every tissue in his body hurt, his ears rang, his vision blurred. Pain exploded out of every muscle as Alpha forced himself to sit up.
“Ungh…” Alpha tried to form words, but nothing came out.
He was still in the cave, the blood of his fallen comrades spilled all over the floor. Alpha forced himself to his feet and immediately kneeled down to hurl. The vomit that spewed from his mouth came out red and orange.
“I… Have to get out of here.”
June 17th, 2003, 10:48
Donner sat fidgeting with a pocket knife, waiting for more information from command when a noise caught his attention. Static started coming from the radio before a voice came over the speaker.
“Attention, this is the Global Occult Coalition central command corps, does anyone copy?” These words practically sent Donner flying towards the radio.
“Copy, this is Major Donner, what is it?”
“The backup you requested has arrived, they’re about 10 minutes away from your position.”
“Good, we’ll see what the foundation has to say about this.”
June 17th, 2003, 11:03
Alpha squinted at the sun as he shambled out of the Death Cave. He fell to his knees, out of breath. Camp was so close, yet so far. Alpha heard distant yelling and saw figures running towards him.
“Delta?” Alpha was pulled out of consciousness by the word.
June 17th, 2003, 11:07
The sound of hundreds of footsteps marching through the woods disrupted the still silence of the forest. Donner motioned a halt order to his battalions.
“We’re close, I can feel it… Alpha squadron, you’re on recon, scout out the area ahead, we’ll make camp here.” With these words 6 soldiers quickly moved ahead of the group and disappeared into the brush.
Not even ten minutes later, cries of terror were heard from the direction Alpha squad had left towards. Major Donner, immediately reacted, yelling orders to his men.
“Move, move, move! Get over to it, now!”
June 17th, 2003, 11:15
By the time Donner and his men arrived on the scene, SCP-XXXX had already dispatched the entire squad in a bloody mess of gore.
Donner cursed under his breath as he looked on with rage. He would kill this demon, he had to.
June 17th, 2003, 12:13
Alpha awoke to an unsettling world of light and pain.
“Ungh.” The best Alpha could give was a quiet grunt as he opened his eyes.
Hurried footsteps grew louder as Delta rushed to Alpha’s cot.
“Sir! Hey! Don’t try to move.” Delta’s hands pushed Alpha down onto his back.
“What? Delta?” The words came out as little more than groan.
“Hey… What… What happened in there?” Delta asked.
“We… It got to us…” Alpha responded.
“I… Did anyone else survive?”
“No.”
June 17th, 2003, 12:13
“How much success have you found trying to find the thing?” The major’s words drowning out to soft noises of consoles and radios.
“Our forward team thinks they’ve found a cave where the demon resides.” The recon officer said.
“Then get the men ready, I want to have an able fighting force by 13:00.”
June 17th, 2003, 12:15
“So… It tore them apart…” Delta’s words carrying as much dread as Alpha felt in his skull.
“Yeah… It ripped right through them.” Alpha confirmed.
“Well, I’ve already called command for backup, they’re sending more troops our way, they’re supposed to get here at 13:00.”
June 17th, 2003, 13:00
“Alright, men! We’ve found the demon’s lair. Now is our time to strike down with one final swoop!” Hoots and hollers broke out with these final words before the death march. A dreadful walk of death. A despaired hike of mutilation.
June 17th, 2003, 13:00
Loud engines roaring broke the quiet environment of the forest. Dozens of Humvees tracked through the woods, each carrying a deadly quintet of foundation soldiers. The plated stallions of death.
Upsilon squadron looked on with assured smiles on their faces. Today was the day. This hour, the hour. It was time to contain the motherfucker who had caused some of the most damage out of any, the one that had taken more lives than the plague. It was time.
June 17th, 2003, 13:10
Footsteps were the only noise in the woods as two unstoppable forces marched ever closer. Two immovable objects about to topple each other over.
Alpha’s boots crunched on the dry, twig-filled ground as he marched as the front of the spearhead. Cloud cover enveloped the sky as if to show the gloom of the moment. This was about more than just orders, this was about revenge. Revenge for Epsilon, Beta, and Theta. Revenge for the other countless victims of the twisted bastard.
As his footsteps came to a halt at the entrance of the Death Cave, so did another pair.
Alpha stared on in disbelief, face to face with hundreds of rifles standing shoulder to shoulder. Hundreds of men standing brother to brother. Every soldier wore the same armor, the same symbol. The GOC. But the one who stood out the most was the figure standing in between both groups, sandwiched in the middle. He wore a black trench coat, with a black, hood, black slacks…
And then the world exploded.
The sound of thousands of guns was deafening as both sides fired frantically at the SCP, at each other. Blood flew from all directions as orchestrated barrages of razorwire and hails of bullets rained upon the men. Gore and light were all that Alpha could see. They were the only materials that seemed to make up the world.
Alpha crumbled to his knees as the world fell apart around him. A hooded man walked slowly towards him, sharp object in hand. But he didn’t care, Alpha welcomed death at this point. The hooded man let out an evil, blood curdling cackle at he raised his weapon and brought it down with enough force to break Alpha’s skull.
But Alpha didn’t die.
The hooded figure flew backwards as his needle reached Alpha’s skull. He landed somewhere within the chaos. Where? Alpha didn’t give two shits, all he cared about was how he had down that. How? How had the SCP flown through the air with only the tip of its needle hitting his head.
Soldiers fell around Alpha as fabric and razorwire engulfed the forest. He found the strength to stand, staring the hooded figure directly in its smooth non-existent eyes. What did he see? Nothing? Anger? Fear? Alpha raised his arm and the Earth quaked with power, the fabric SCP-XXXX had been using now rose against him, hurtling into his body, sending him flying into the trees.
“FIRE!”
Alpha turned to see a hail of bullets flying at him. The rounds passed through his body, cutting through his shoulder and chest, sending him to his knees. He stared in wonder at the hooded figure who now stood across from him, and in these last moments, he could’ve sworn he saw an ear-to-ear smile reach across its face. But then Alpha’s world ended as his torso was blown out by the force of an anti-tank rifle.
June 19th, 2003, 11:30
“SCP-XXXX has been terminated, it was killed by agents of the Global Occult Coalition on the date June 17th, 2003.” A man in a dapper suit announced in front of a board of council members.
“All files regarding SCP-XXXX are to be declassified to foundation members. That is all.” The man finished.
A hooded figure smiled in the distance, cackling with pride as he watched the men leave their seats to continue on with their days.
“ ‘SCP-XXXX has been terminated’… Delightful.”
SCP-5673 “The Beast”
Item#: SCP-5673
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Despite the purpose of this particular entity, all personnel are to be reclassified as non-anomalous unless requested to temporarily alter and/or remove this variable in a controlled manner. See Document 5673-2-1 for details.
Description: SCP-5673 are biological organisms of unknown lineage which appear to be capable of existing and reproducing by physical contact, despite any claimed parentage or childbearing. Each individual seems to possess a unique bone structure (providing a physical 3D representation of their head or any desired part), and appears to be incapable of tissue replication. Approximately thirty centimeters in length, SCP-5673 resemble an adult human, although with a red complexion. They have ██ teeth, forming a pointed snout.
While not given a proper identity by researchers, several residents of northern ██████ have taken to calling the creature "The Beast." Previous attempts to obtain a specimen for study have been met with failure, and tests on SCP-5673 have revealed a total lack of natural features within the creature's body, except for a single proboscis and short tongue.
Addendum-5673-1: Because of their rarity and reports of SCP-5673 swarming down cities streets, State and Federal agencies are involved with the investigation of SCP-5673. It is believed that if one of the conditions listed in Addendum-5673-1 is met, the Foundation would be able to study SCP-5673 without risking too many casualties.
