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BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL
The following file is Level 4/4251 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden.
4251
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4251 is to be kept in a warehouse on Site-64 with a detachment of MTF Beta-7 positioned at all possible exits. The detachment and SCP-4251 will be moved to Site-66 at the discretion of the Site Director (see Addendum 4251-1). An airtight seal is to be kept on the containment chamber with dual sets of airlocks and built-in incinerators (See Addendum 4251-2). Access is only permitted with permission from the Site Director. Although all attempts to cease the growth of SCP-4251-3 have been unsuccessful, the bacterium seems to refuse to leave SCP-4251. MTF teams armed with incendiary weapons must be on standby at all times. Teams are to be made up of individuals from MTF Epsilon-9 ("Fire Eaters").
SCP-4251-1's body is to be incinerated at the earliest time possible and kept under daily watch. Tri-daily incineration cycles must take place to burn to as close to 100% of the infection at a time. (See Addendum-4251-3)
SCP-4251-2 is to be kept in a Standard Secure Humanoid Containment Cell in Site-64 Site-19 Site-17. She is to be monitored for psychological issues and is to be granted access to on-site therapy if requested. Along with her E.V.A suit must be worn when outside of her cell. (See Addendum-4251-4.).
SCP-4251-3 is to be incinerated at the slightest hint of growth. It is to be kept inside SCP-4251 at all cost. Minimal growth is to be reported to the Project Director. Any major growth, (Growth equal to or above 60% of 4251-1’s body mass is to be reported to the site administrator immediately.
Description: SCP-4251 is a sleek metal spacecraft with the words “Pioneers for the Solar Alliance” on the hull. Only the bridge of the space vessel and a few floors below it remains intact. The vessel is hypothesized to have been very large; possibly large enough to hold a thousand people comfortably.
SCP-4251-1 is an Asian male claiming to be from Earth; He was formerly Foundation personnel SCP-4251-1 was a middle-aged human male of East-Asian descent, approximately 172 cm in height. While in Foundation custody SCP-4251-1 displayed signs of acute stress and emotional instability. SCP-4251-1 professed to have a below average intelligence despite tests indicating that his IQ was less than one standard deviation away from the international average. SCP-4251-1 willingly cooperated with Foundation personnel up to his death (See Addendum 4251-5).
SCP-4251-2 is a young adult female of European descent, approximately 182 cm in height. She claims to be from Earth. While in Foundation custody SCP-4251-2 displayed signs of acute stress and depression. SCP-4251-2 claims to have average intelligence, despite tests indicating that her IQ is above the international average by a significant margin. SCP-4251-2 has been notably unwilling to cooperate with Foundation personnel. As of 05-07-2018 10:00:00, SCP-4251-2 has been placed on suicide watch.
SCP-4251-3 is an anomalous pathogenic bacterium, a list of symptoms including but not limited to extreme flu-like behavior, diarrhea and bronchitis; first discovered in SCP-4251 and the cadaver of SCP-4251-1. The bacterium will cover environments and change the atmosphere in the room it inhabits, producing any and all biological substances to sustain its life cycle. Following the incident after Test D, it has been determined that people from the present time, when exposed to 4251-3, will turn into a thick goo-like substance. People from the future, or the other side of 4251, exposed to 4251-3 will be converted into biological factories to create more of 4251-3.
22-06-2018 00:00:01: SCP-179 Positions two Arms at a point on the edge of our Solar System, staying in this position for two days. During this time the gamma radiation levels spiked in the area. MTF Zeta-2 ("Little Green Men") was sent up to investigate.
25-06-2018 18:40:39: A tear opens in space in the area, from which metallic objects emerged at extremely high speeds. The only object to emerge at a speed low enough to safely approach was a sleek large object with the words “Pioneers for the Solar alliance” painted on the hull in bold white with a blue outlining.
26-06-2018 06:00:01: Approval from the head of operation to board the vessel was granted. The Vessel’s hull was breached with thermite charges. The hole created sealed itself in a matter of minutes of the MTF teams entering the vessel. The hallway repressurized, and a 20:80 mixture of oxygen and nitrogen was found by analysis of the air. Numerous corpses were discovered by the teams.1 The teams were advised not to remove their Extra Vehicular Activity Suits.
26-06-2018 09:04:19: Approximately three hours of searching revealed the command center of the ship, which most notably was what seemed to be a close imitation of our Solar System, however lacking Mercury and Uranus, and inaccuracies in the depictions of Mars and Jupiter.
26-06-2018 09:27:46: Approximately thirty minutes after locating the command center, Team 24 ran into an entity in a black suit wielding a metal item. Subject dropped the item in its hand when it noticed MTF Zeta 2. Subject was ordered to identify itself. Upon failing to comply, Team 24 was able to successfully restrain the subject while it exclaimed obscenities along with the repeated phrase; “GET OFF MY SHIP, what are you guys doing?!”. Subject henceforth referred to as Subject A.
26-06-2018 09:31:12: Team 2 reported also locating a crew member, henceforth referred to as Subject B. Was found huddled in a corner, crying and repeatedly saying, “It’s too late, you’re infected.” Subject B’s E.V.A suit was sealed airtight when checked, it is unknown if Subject A’s suit was sealed.
26-06-2018 09:32:09: MTF Zeta-2 opened a line to the head of operation, MTF Beta-7 ("Maz Hatters") is requested by MTF Commander due to unknown sickness.
26-06-2018 09:32:09: MTF Commander stated that SCP-4251 is larger on the inside than the outside, indicating a spatial anomaly.
27-06-2018 16:15:03: MTF Beta-7 assumed direct control of the mission, then proceeded to instruct the team to bring the two entities to Area-32 until clean up teams can move in.
28-06-2018 03:27:17: Subject A was seen peering through the window on the way to Area-32. Subject remarks. "Why does the solar system look so different? We were only gone three years, right A?" Subject A has a thick accent, although staff are unable to discern the origin of the accent. Subject B stays quiet in a corner; attempts to coerce her into speaking are met with tears.
28-06-2018 10:04:09: Subject A jumps out of his seat, which is met with an armed response.
Subject A is ordered to sit down. Subject A replies “What is wrong with [Unknown Word]?"
Subject A points at the window. "What is wrong with the damn planet. It shouldn't have a giant red spot anymore." Personnel believe he was pointing at the region of Jupiter known to contain SCP-2399. Notably, this causes Subject B to stop crying and look out a window, although attempts to get her to speak are met with silence.
28-06-2018 10:05:42: Subject A blindfolded to prevent him from seeing SCP-2399 in case it causes anger or panic. Subject B refused to remove her E.V.A suit to be blindfolded and is ordered not to look out any windows.
28-06-2018 22:34:13: Subjects A and B are secured in Area-32, and designated SCP-4251-1 and 2 respectively. Unknown "Sickness" labeled potential threat for the time being. Remains of the vessel were designated SCP-4251 and were stored at Area-32 until being moved to Site-64.
‘Of Note: A room was found that was inaccessible as the door was welded shut. On the door was written… "Don't get sick from the bug". Exploration and caution heavily advised during future test.
Rest of recovery uneventful. End Log
Addendum-4251-1: After the incident with the flying D-Class body, security has been increased on 4251 and until 4251-3 and hostile forces inside are understood. No personnel are allowed inside 4251 without authorization from Site-64 Director.
Addendum-4251-2: After a leak in one of the environment suits, senior and junior research staff is no longer allowed entry. The entry to the containment chamber has been limited to D-Class and one guard to watch; the detachment of MTF Beta-7. If D-Class show infection on the way out of the testing chamber. Logs are to be recovered and the subject is to be incinerated for the purpose of preventing the spread of 4251-3.
Addendum-4251-3: 4251-1's body has become a factory for 4251-3. 4251-3 is creating a thick sludge to protect itself from the air and heat. Further analysis shows this may be an effective way to shield from heat. If Tri-daily burns do not take place. The building will soon be overwhelmed.
Addendum-4251-4: After several attempts of self-harm, 4251-2 was to be transferred to Site-19 for therapeutic help. However, when 4251-2 went within the vicinity of Site-19, Due to [EXPUNGED] going into a frenzy, 4251-2 had to be transferred to Site-17 afterwards for continued psychological help.
Note: This poor woman has just found out she lost her family and all of her crew. After several attempts of self-harm in her Containment Cell, it was concluded that she should be relocated.
Addendum-4251-5: Dr. Arvid was awoken from his private quarters on 05-07-2018 02:40:00. 4251-1 was found in his quarters violently coughing and administered to the medical wing. 4251-1 expired two hours later. Post mortem autopsy revealed the body was infected for a long period of time before showing signs. By the time medical care was given, he had expired. Request for SCP-500 to be reserved in case 4251-2 gets infected; request pending. The wing SCP-4251-1's Humanoid containment cell was evacuated.
Addendum-4251-6: SCP-4251 is completely infected with 4251-3. Protocols are currently being made to deal with a possible outbreak of 4251.
Interviewed: SCP-4251-1 & 4251-2
Interviewer: Dr. Arvid
Foreword: After arrival at Site-64, SCP-4251-1 seemed eager to be interviewed. Noted: Subject A did not require directions to the interview room and took off ahead of the escort. The escort ran after him before having him stop in front of the interview room.
<Begin Log, 03-07-2018 15:02:10>>
Dr. Arvid: Hello my name is Dr. Arvid. I'm here for the Foundation to ask how you ended up here? May I, for a start, ask your names?"
SCP-4251-1 can be heard rhythmically tapping his fingers on the table.
SCP-4251-2: My name is Ava ██████
Dr. Arvid: You don’t have to be nervous, welcome to the Foundation, you probably won’t know what we do here. We are responsib-
4251-2: Mike already filled me in on what you guys do here.
There is a pause, someone clears their throat.
Dr. Arvid: Is that so? Which means your name must be…?
SCP-4251-1: Mike ████.
Dr. Arvid: Well Mike, you seemed to no problem finding the interview room. May I ask why?
4251-1: What do you mean? I work here. I mean, yeah Site-17 looks a little different but we have only been gone three years… Yet I didn't recognize any of the researchers. The only reason I know its 17 is because the layout is generally the same.
Dr. Arvid: No you don't and I am not here to debate that. Besides this is Site-64 not 17. So let's do a little test. Who assassinated Lincoln? That seems to be one that is always different.
4251-1: I don't know that one. That was a really long time ago. Speaking of which, wouldn't have been a lot easier to take us to one of the mars facilities?
Dr. Arvid: We don't have any Foundation sites on Mars. Or at least any that I have clearance to know about.
4251-1: What do you mean? They have been set up since the early colonization back in the early 2100s.
Dr. Arvid: We haven't even colonized the planet yet. We just lost the rover a few weeks ago.
4251-1: What was the name of the rover?
Dr. Arvid: Opportunity.
There is a pause, a chair is heard scraping forward.
4251-1: From what I am understanding is that we are in the past.
There is another brief pause, before the sound of pen on paper.
4251-2: Mike?
4251-1: Hm?
4251-2: What do you mean we are in the past? What di-
Dr. Arvid: Anything, in particular, led you to this conclusion?
4251-1: Just a hunch, either that or we are in a different dimension. MTF is in low tech gear. My keycard doesn't function.
Dr. Arvid: Do you have your keycard on you?
4251-1: Yeah here.
A slap could be heard as a chair is moved.
4251-1: You really think the foundation wouldn't send one of its own on a colonization mission, what would the crew do if teleporting rocks with psychopathic tendencies were on the planet or reptiles that couldn't be killed. I assume the ID didn't function because it hasn't been created yet.
Dr. Arvid: So this is the future-
4251-1: Careful, if you aren't Level 4 or higher it will kill you. Cool right?
A slap is heard
4251-1: No Ava, don’t touch.
A brief pause
4251-1: I know Ava, but you have to trust us until this is figured out.
A brief pause
4251-1: Yes, You can get your journal. No, you cannot do that.
The snapping of fingers are heard.
Dr. Arvid: Can we keep all conversations out of private comm systems, please. We don’t want to have to take your E.V.A suits away.
4251-2: That wouldn’t be a smart idea Mr.
Dr. Arvid: Excuse me? What is that supposed to mean?
4251-2: If what Mike is saying is right. If we removed our environment suits, anything from our body could kill every single person in this facility. Your immune systems aren’t advanced as our’s it wouldn’t even be able to handle the bacteria on our skin alone.
Dr. Arvid: Which is why you locked up your suit? Interesting, well what did you two do aboard your ship?
4251-1: I did security and Ava here did-.
4251-2: I was just the ships Astronomer. I was in charge of navigation.
Dr. Arvid: So Miss. Ava-
4251-2: Dr. I have a doctorate.
Dr. Arvid: Dr. ██████, We are unsure of how you arrived in system.
4251-2: Alcubierre drive. We were using a prototype developed and being tested.
Dr. Arvid: What was this bug that you talked about?
4251-2: A sickness aboard our ship, I wiped out a majority of the crew before we were able to seal the sick in the med bay.
Dr. Arvid: Alright, I believe we have all the information we need for the time being. I apologize for cutting straight to the point but we are on a time schedule, so no time for the plenties. Dr. ██████ you will be known as SCP-4251-2 while you are here. Take no offense to it, it's just got cataloging and keep track of people. Please follow these gentlemen to your room.
Note: SCP-4251-1 can be seen tensing up at this time.
Dr. Arvid: and do not worry, I just need to discuss some, Foundation stuff with Mike here.
Scuffling can be heard as SCP-4251-2 is escorted out of the room without an issue.
Dr. Arvid: Now we focus our attention on you.
4251-1: We are going straight to designations?
Dr. Arvid: If you actually do work at the foundation as you claim. Than you would know.
4251-1: Well at least when we begin work on what I presume to be SCP-4251-1 on Monday, we can-
Dr. Arvid: You are 4251-1, I do not believe you want us running test on you, is that correct?
4251-1: What do you mean?
Dr. Arvid: I am sorry to inform you but as of this moment, you are having your security clearance revoked. You will now be designated 4251-1.
4251-1: No, no, no. I am a doctor, I was the head of my field. Top of the class. It would be a waste to have me rot in a cell.
Dr. Arvid: We're not going to let you rot, not until we figure out what to do. But you won't be in a laboratory either, too much risk.
4251-1: NO! I did my work and time at the Foundation, only to be treated like this? My mother was the site administrator!
Scuffling can be heard as 4251-1 gets out of his chair.
Dr. Arvid: Your mother doesn't exist yet. Neither does the project you possibly worked on. So I advise you sit back down before we make you. Act like an adult, not a child.
4251-1: We can ask the present site administrator. They would agree with me! I am still useful!
Dr. Arvid: We are not wasting their time when there are protocols for this.
4251-1: I am nothing without my research! If I can just get back aboard the ship, I can grab my notes from my locker! Then you will see how renowned I was.
Dr. Arvid: Possibly, for the time being, we need to validate a few things and I will see what can be done. However, you should expect some disciplinary action for bringing classified notes aboard the colony ship. Now please; follow the guards to your room.
Shuffling can be heard as 4251-1 is escorted out. Struggle can be heard until the door is reached.
4251-1: And doctor, please watch her. She has been in the dumps since the jump. Her father was in the engine room when the separation happened.
<End Log, 03-07-2018 15:15:51>
Closing Statement: "Oh man, that poor [EXPLETIVE EXPUNGED], If she is telling the truth that means one simple cough from one or two could wipe out half the planet. I've put in a request to get them both checked out medically. I have also made a note for Psychological evaluations to be made on both of them after the medical screening." -Dr. Arvid
Interviewed: SCP-4251-1
Interviewer: Dr. Arvid
Foreword: SCP-4251-1 seems less eager to be interviewed, Noted: Subject has large circles under his eyes. This can be seen through his depolarized visor.
<Begin Log, 04-07-2018 15:00:42>
Dr. Arvid: Hello again 4251-1, I understand you have not been sleeping at night.
SCP-4251-1: Yes, you are correct and I have been reading.
Dr. Arvid checks his notes: I see you have requested several history textbooks along with any SCP logs you have security clearance for. Some of which I had to pull strings for you to see.
4251-1: It's all there, everything up to today matches perfectly.
Dr. Arvid: If that is true, than plausibly we could use you to help us avoid some catastrophes.
4251-1: On second thought, maybe I should talk to O5 command and see exactly what I am allowed to say and not.
Dr. Arvid: I'll look into it. See what the Site Administrator says. They don't like being bugged for unimportant reasons.
4251-1: I guess nothing changes in 500 years, uh?
Dr. Arvid: I'm afraid you are correct. Well, you know the drill.
4251-1: Back to my cell?
Dr. Arvid: Please follow the guards.
<End Log, 04-07-2018 15:10:38>
Closing Statement: "Subject SCP-4251-1 seems to be adjusting well. Site Administrator declined him being reimbursed to researcher deeming he stay at a Skip. However, a plausible interview with higher up might be more wanted then he thinks." -Dr. Arvid.
Interviewed: SCP-4251-2
Interviewer: Dr. Arvid
Foreword: SCP-4251-2 had to be coerced out of her cell. Along with being placed on suicide watch. Large circles are seen under her eyes. The subject immediately pulls her knees up to her chest and she sits down. Medical Staff are on stand by this time with proper equipment.
<Begin Log, 05-07-2018 15:07:50>
Dr. Arvid: Hello, again.
A minute of silence
Dr. Arvid: It's not that bad, you're still on Earth, technically your Earth. Right?
Note should be made that SCP-4251-2 avoided eye contact for the duration of the interview, choosing to stay with knees tucked in, on the chair
SCP-4251-2: I want to go home.
Dr. Arvid: We both know that most likely isn't possible. But I will go out of my way as much as possible to help.
SCP-4251-2: Like you did for ████.Silence continues for 13 minutes.
Dr. Arvid: I cannot change that but I am sorry. If we had only known sooner.
SCP-4251-2: It doesn't change anything.
Dr. Arvid: I want you to know you can trust me. We, here at the foundation, want to ensure your safety. By this time next week, you will be at a new facility. We have professionals on stand by for you to talk to at any time, just hit the buzzer in your room and they will come.
Silence continues for 5 minutes.
SCP-4251-2: Do I have to wear my E.V.A suit for as long as I am here?
Dr. Arvid: Yes, sadly any time out of your chamber. You understand the immune system, correct?
SCP-4251-2: Yes to a degree.
Dr. Arvid: Even the bacteria on your skin alone has evolved unpredictably — a single drop of snot, blood, or even a breath of air could kill an immeasurable number of people.
SCP-4251-2: So is asking for a pet out of the option?
Dr. Arvid: Special measures will have to be taken with the pet, but I'll see what can be done. Now if you will please follow these gentlemen to your cell.
SCP-4251-2 proceeded to uncurl, stand up and is escorted out of the room.
Closing Statement: Hopefully, we can learn a few things from her. I don't know how I am going to convince the Administrator for a pet. We need to start riding the corpse of the bacteria. Someone, get me a report to read! -Dr. Arvid.
Interviewed: SCP-4251-2
Interviewer: Dr. Arvid
Foreword: SCP-4251-2 had been summoned from her cell.
<Begin Log, 10-07-2018 10:23:11>
Dr. Arvid: Sorry for the early awakening but we have run into a problem and need your help with navigation on the ship you were on.SCP-4251-2: Sure, is there a holopad I can have?
Sounds of a whiteboard being wheeled in and a marker being set in front of SCP-4251-2.
SCP-4251-2: What is this?
Dr. Arvid: It's called a whiteboard, super old and I apologize for it but if you uncap that marker in front of you, you can drag it across the whiteboard.
SCP-4251-2: This is lame but here you go. This is the bridge, and the mess hall, and …..
The squeaks continue for roughly 30 minutes before SCP-4251-2 sits back down.
SCP-4251-2: Will this help?
Dr. Arvid: Yes it will. Also, you may have a visitor in your new cell after you arrive so be prepared. Please follow these gentlemen.
SCP-4251-2: Oh, thank you I guess?
Closing Statement: We need to figure something out. Homesickness does not mix well with mourning along with the feeling of hopelessness. I have put in a request to have her transferred to Site 19. Psychological help would be best needed but I am still awaiting a response from Site Administrator. Plausibly a visit from the Tickle Monster is in order.
Test A - 04-07-2018 12:30:54
Subject: D-135216: 36-year-old male convicted of armed robbery and hostage-taking.
Equipment: given one, standard flashlight and one wrist mounted watch.
Procedure: A single D-Class will be sent into SCP-XXXX in order to gain a better understanding of the interior as well as the layout of the ship. In order to prevent a breach due to D-135216, a detonation collar that can be detonated remotely is to be equipped to the subject. If the collar is tampered with, or if it is suspected that the D Class is attempting to tamper with the ship's equipment or is attempting to escape, they will be given a single warning before the collar is detonated.
Results: D-Class subject instructed to explore the ship. D-135216 was told only to be inside for 30 minutes before returning. D-135216's signal was lost as soon as he stepped into SCP-4251. The signal for termination of D-Class subject was sent but no confirmation signal returned. D-135216 returned four and a half hours later. D-13526's explosive collar went off as soon as he stepped back through SCP-4251's airlock. Retrieval of wrist-mounted watch indicates only twenty-five minutes and thirty-three seconds had passed for the subject.
Analysis: Space-Time anomaly confirmed. “Well, that certainly explains why the signal couldn't go back or we couldn't get a reading."- Junior Researcher Weegi.
Revised Testing Protocols: Subjects testing SCP-4251 must wear a Class 3 buckle harness strapped to the chest and attached to a tension pulley system allowing for 1000 m (~3280. ft) of movement. No additional spools may be added to extend movement. The hinges connecting the wire to the harness must be high grade and capable of withstanding an applied force of 0.3 ton.
A field kit containing the following should be standard issue for testing of SCP-4251:
One shoulder mounted light source with five hours of life span and additional power sources providing up to fourteen additional hours, This light should be attached to the shoulder opposite of the camera.
Four 1L water bottles with water.
Four MREs of any type.
One environment suit capable of E.V.A.
One standard-issue field knife. As per protocol: The subject is not to be made aware of this item and must find it on his own within the kit.
The subject must also be attached to a video system, with a camera mounted on the subject's head or shoulders. The Video device is connected to a separate wire and is to be prioritized over the retrieval wire. D-Class is to be informed, "If the camera doesn't make it, neither do they." The video device should be cable-based and allow for the same length of travel as the return system.
Test B - 06-07-2018 12:30:54
Subject: D-13527: 25-year-old female convicted of arson and torture.
Equipment: Standard equipment Listed above.
Procedure: Subject told to explore the vessel and touch anything it likes.
Results: Subject shown to enter the airlock of SCP-4251. The tether is seen preventing the airlock from closing. Subject unable to enter the vessel.
Analysis:** Airlock must cycle for access to be granted to the ship.
Subject's Remark:** Subject expresses no complaints other than "errie" and unsettling feeling. "Aquited to being watched by a thousand eyes"2
Re-Revised Testing Protocols: Subjects testing SCP-4251 must wear a Class 3 buckle harness strapped to the chest and attached to a tension pulley system allowing for 1000 m (~3280. ft) of movement. No additional spools may be added to extend movement. The hinges connecting the wire to the harness must be high grade and capable of withstanding an applied force of 0.3 ton. be given a camera attached to their shoulder. Video recording device designed to watch both in front and behind of subject through dual lens.
A field kit that is standard to the testing of SCP-4251 will be given along with items mentioned below:
One standard-issue field knife. As per protocol: The subject is not to be made aware of this item and must find it on his own within the kit.
Three packs of fifty green, blue, and red glow sticks.
The subject must also be attached to the aforementioned video system, with a camera mounted on the subject's head or shoulders. The Video device is connected to a separate wire functioning via memory card and is to be prioritized over D-Class subject. D-Class informed, "If the camera doesn't make it, neither do they." The video device should be cable-based and allow for the same length of travel as the return system.
Test C - 14-07-2018 17:15:31
Subject: Same D-Class used as in Test B.
Procedure: Subject is to explore SCP-4251 and gather information.
Results: Subject was gone for approximately Thirty-two hours before their corpse was launched out of the airlock.
Analysis: Immediate response required for MTF Epsilon-9 to repurpose their weapons for plausible contact until proper forces arrived.3 No activity from SCP-4251 had been received or indicated for twenty-four hours.
Footage begins.
Camera activates and researchers are seen testing the auto dimming response of the camera before telling D-13527 to follow the guard to SCP-4251's chamber. Before entering the Airlock of SCP-4251, researchers ask D-13527 to describe the ship in front of her.
D-13527 gives a description matching visual record, and she walks to the edge of the platform and confirms the object only goes down three floors.
Researchers had instructed D-13527 to remove the map they were given, and D-13527 enters SCP-4251 through the airlock. Radio to the Subject has ceased functioning. As the airlock cycles, subject remarks the air tasting "Like dirt and grime". As airlock opens subject approaches the central staircase as elevators are unresponsive. D-13527 appears to be whistling ████ ██ █████ directly into the camera's microphone. Along with adding comments of "Being watched".
D-13527 is seen walking through the ship for approximately ten (10) minutes before reaching the bridge. The subject looks out the window, and a bright room can be seen as opposed to the dark warehouse that should be visible. Further examination reveals that D-13527 is in a museum of sorts. An archway is visible from the window with the words of "History of Colonization". The subject turns the camera toward an information board with the title "Pioneers for the Solar alliance". Post enhancements showed SCP-4251 was recovered on 12-14-████ and declared lost with all hands. The diagram showed SCP-4251 in full size showed all the foundation was in possession of was the command bridge and a few floors below it.4
The Subject soon departs after the window after several people start gathering near the window. Many are pointing at the D-13527 and seen whispering to each other. One male, in particular, seems mortified by the sight of the D-Class and disappeared from sight almost instantaneously. D-13527 subject left the bridge and explored other parts of the ship.
After a long period of time, D-13527 finds the crew quarters and decides to turn back after finding all of the crew's personal lockers.5 As D-13527 opens the door from the stairs sounds of chewing can be heard in the recording. It should be stated at this time Twenty-one minutes had passed.
D-13527 is ordered to freeze after closing the door by an authoritative, female voice coming from her left. After swallowing D-13527 complies. The body of the female, henceforth designated Subject C, is out of view of the camera.
Subject C: “Drop whatever it is in your hand and turn around slowly.”
D-13527: “Can I finish it or take one more bite. Like I don't get to eat much at the Foundation.”
A gunshot is heard and D-13527 drops her half-eaten MRE.
Subject C: “Next one won't miss. Kick the consumable away.”
D-13527 reluctantly and lightly kicks away the MRE.
Subject C: “Turn around. Slowly!”
D-13527 is seen to slowly turn around. Once eye to eye contact is made D-13527 lowers her hands. It has been noted Subject C has been and still is out of view of the camera.
D-13527: “What are you guys doing here?”
Subject C: “No. What are you doing here, how did you get out of your cell?”
D-13527: “I'm running a test.”
Subject C: “What is your Identification number?”
D-13527: “1-3-5-2-7”
Subject C is presumed to have turned to one of her comrades, henceforth designated Subject D.
Subject C: “Run it.”
Several minutes go by in which D-13527 turns her head to the MRE.
Subject C: “Don't even think about it.”
D-13527 turns her head back to face Subject C.
A male voice is heard.
Subject D: “Negative Ma'am. It says that he is still back in …his cell?”
Subject C: “Falsifying your tag to try to evade? Clever.”
D-13527: “No! I am truly out on a test. I swear something about a space anomaly.”
Subject C: “Two, you buying this?”
Subject D: “Negative Ma'am.”
Subject C: “Screw it, I'm going for the termination. Let the lab boys figure it out.”
At this point, D-13527 throws her hands up while backing up.
D-13527: “No! No! NO! WAIT JUST ASK RESEARCH-“
A gunshot is heard and D-13527's camera falls to the floor. A drop of blood is splattered onto the lens. The rear lens is cracked and disabled.
Sounds of footsteps can be heard as the camera is slightly shifted.
Subject D: “Ma'am, check out her gear. This is some really old tech [EXPLETIVE EXPUNGED].”
Subject C: “You know it, Hurls, these D-Class will do anything to escape. This one just got caught.”
Faces are obscured by the drop of D-13527's blood.
Subject C: “Except why would she have a trail of glow sticks leading to her?”
Subject D: “I'm going to go make a few calls boss.”
Subject C: “I found a weapon. One knife. Still holstered. Her environment suit is also outdated, I don't even recognize the design.”
Subject D: “Something isn't right. I just called it in, security cameras didn't see anyone enter the Pioneer. And this girl isn't in our systems. In fact, her uniform was outdated back in the 2200s.”
Subject C: “Hey Kelly catch. Run the serial number on that knife and check the date. I am willing to bet my life at the foundation that is from the same time period the uniform was outdated.”
Subject D: “I just got off the line with command. We're removing the body and they’re sending in the Rabbits.”
Subject C: “All right, help me lift the body. We'll get Liver off the exit to collect the sticks.”
Running can be heard. A new voice is heard coming from a female henceforth referred to as Subject E.
Subject E: “Guys the date states early twenty-first century.”
The camera's vision goes static for a minute as Subject D drops his half of the body.
Subject D: [EXPLETIVE EXPUNGED]
Subject C: “Watch it.”
Subject D: “How old is this chick?”
Subject C: “Don't know, Don't care. Now pick it up and let's move.”
Subject D: “Aye, aye Ma'am.”
The camera is shaken until the airlock appears in view. As the airlock is cycled. Subjects C and D move the body out. As the body crosses the membrane of the ship, mid-frame the view switches from the museum back to the containment chamber of SCP-4251.
Final Revision to Testing Protocols: Subjects testing SCP-4251 must wear a level 3 environment suit. Given a camera attached to their shoulder. Video recording device designed to watch both in front and behind of subject through dual lens.
A field kit that is standard to the testing of SCP-4251 will be given along with items mentioned below:
One Rerendered map of SCP-4251.
One standard-issue field knife.
One service weapon for the purpose of self-defense.
Three spare magazines.
As per protocol: The subject is not to be made aware of combative items and must find it on their own within the kit.
The subject must also be attached to the aforementioned video system, with a camera mounted on the subject's head or shoulders. The Video device is functioning via memory card and is to be prioritized over D-Class subject. D-Class informed, "If the camera doesn't make it, neither do they."
Subject is informed that hostile entities disguise themselves as humanoids and will fire upon subject. Subject is to avoid confrontations or communicating with entities.
Subjects are instructed to carefully navigate to the bridge. Avoid any and all lifeforms. once at the bridge, they are to look out of the window for their banner placed in front of SCP-4251;
1. If the banner matched, D-class was to make their way to the primary airlock and exit the ship unless other obstacles prevented them.
2. If the banner did not match, D-class are instructed to continue with the mission.
Note: The banner must chosen by the D-class subject out of a selection of 136. No banner is to be used twice in a row and must cycle out for 5 tests before becoming a choice again.
Test D - Date 17-07-2018 12:04:12
Subject: D-55020: 32-year-old male convicted of repeated attempts to enter foundation property after repeated amnestics treatments, also history breaking and entering.
Procedure: Subject given a briefing dictating 3 major locations in the ship that must be visited. Command Bridge, Crew Quarters, and The Room which was welded shut.
Results: D-55020 was gone a total of 89 hours before re-emerging from the airlock screaming while covered in a purple gelatinous material. Beta-7 used a high pressured hose to wash down subject before being able to safely remove D-55020 from the environment suit. Footage Recovery below
Analysis: "Well we found the 'bug' and may have just unleashed it by accident." - Junior researcher Weegi.
4251-Material Recovery and Exploration Log (This is will be a link later on)
Materials below were recovered from 4251 during TEST D; all items have to scanned for infection and deemed safe to handle.
- SCP-4251-2’s journal
- Ship’s navigation log
- SCP-4251-1’s Foundation documents
- SCP-4251-2’s personal effects (Photos, toy(?), etc..)
- Diary of Crew member 4536 Zack Pharaoh Botanist.
- Picture is of an African American male beside SCP-4251-2
the meme is complete
TEST D WILL NOW COMMENCE
Footage begins.
The camera activated as researchers gave D-55020 the backpack full of equipment and tested the environment suit for an airtight seal.
D-55020 was instructed to enter the opposite side of the ship. Another airlock the researchers told him was used for emergency E.V.A. It wasn't very big nor was it very easy to reach. He would have to lower in the backpack full of gear first and himself second. The researchers weren't even sure if this airlock had the same properties as the primary airlock.
D-55020 sealed the airlock and let the cycle run. He prayed it wasn't as loud as he thought it was. No need to be under fire immediately after entrance. Once the cycle ended the door beneath him lowered into a small room with a few computers. Out of curiosity, he tapped a few of the dead screens to which only one responded. It showed a ship taking off from a blue and green planet. A yellow line followed the ship before the words "Pioneers of the New World" faded in. The login screen required a crew ID and password.
D-5520 left the screen behind and turned to the door. Before hitting the button to open the door, D-55020 saw a vent at foot level. He turned around to the closet in the corner and slid the door open. Inside were E.V.A suits that belonged to the former crew. D-55020 took his backpack off and unloaded the contents in a uniformed fashion before coming across the knife and service weapon. D-55020 counted the magazines before singing.
"Forty-four for you Liza and one - for - me." He dragged out the last few words as he cocked the gun.
He attached the gun to his hip, not bothering with the safety.
“I’ve learned that my safety comes last at the Foundation and I’ll remember that for as long as I live.” He unsheathed the knife before going at the suits. The E.V.A suits could not be cut no matter how much he attempted. He went as far as trying to cut it from the inside out. He was about to back away when he decided that cutting out the name tags and the badges off all the E.V.A suits would at least earn him some brownie points. He unhooked and carried as many E.V.A suits over to the airlock lift before setting them down and hitting the airlock control. He hoped the eggheads would see the airlock cycle and collect the suits.
In the closet on the right was a utility cabinet and inside was a long bundle of thin cord. D-55020 took the time to cut the cord into sections and braided them. He then took the new braid, now as thick as his forearm, and tied it around his waist then around the bag handle. He picked the bag up and went back to the door he almost pried open. He set the bag back down and went to work. After he got it open, he kicked the bag out into the hallway and followed it. The door slowly closed automatically behind him.
He used the knife to open the vent and crawled inside. The bag made a soft scraping sound behind him in his crawl through, breaking the silence hand he moved forth. He paused for a minute to make sure the place was as dead as the previous area before crawling back out. He removed one of the M.R.Es from his backpack, then proceeded to rub it in his hands, and afterward applied the goo to the edges of the vent. He then kicked the bag into the vent and followed it, as he did before. Once he was inside, he pulled the vent cover back on as tightly as he could.
"Hopefully no one notices the missing screws and the damn thing doesn't come undone." He pushed the bag in front of him for some time before coming to a five-way crossroad in the vents. He pulled out the map from his breast pocket and after studying it for a hot minute. He took the path on the right. He came across a vent cover facing downwards.
"Welp, 'seen nobody so far."
He kicked the vent open and jumped down. The hallway was deathly quiet and the sound of metallic echoes and vibrations below noticeable were the only things between him and total silence. He picked up the dented vent cover and tossed it back into the hole where it should've been above. He looked down at his map again before looking up at the hallway. At a spot near the ceiling, the letter "B" inscribed in white paint stuck out against the almost-blackened darkness. He surmised from this clue that he was on the correct floor, then proceeded to walk to the bridge. He found large cutouts in the wall that allowed a heavy, metal door to drop down to stop anyone from getting past. The door to the bridge, however, was already opened. He unclipped his gun and checked his corner. The bulbous environment suit made it quite difficult to be stealthy, though, with the quiescence, it was likely the least of his worries. The bridge was clear, as he half-expects by now, however, a large metal wall oddly obscured the windows. A nearby command screen flashed the words “Lift Blast Shield”. A simple press on the screen made the metal sink into the deck. D-55020 could barely hear himself think over the sounds of metal and gears. Windows let light flood the room like a tidal wave. Blinded and confused, D-55020 turned his back to it. Once his eyes had adjusted after what felt like forever, he turned to face the source of light. He hadn’t realized how dark the interior wasーlike a void existed outside of the door he just came through.
The windows were a different story. The banner certainly wasn't there but a plain white wall. Instead of the grey one, he had seen behind the banner he chose. So the mission was still a go. He turned back around at the sounds of approaching footsteps. Causing him to hide behind a desk. With the sound of the command bridge door opening. The footsteps soon came to a halt.
“Liver Reporting in, Ma’am someone had opened the blast shields. Beginning patrol. Yeah, that would be great.” The man was clearly going to search the room.
D-55020 could hear his heart rise up to his throat. Had the hallways not been so echoey it would have been a short mission. The footsteps were just behind him, inching closer and closer, but with the reverb, he can't tell which direction it's coming from. As he noticed this, he cringed remembering that his pack was behind the other console. With his gun still in hand, he held it by his face at the ready for whatever angle this man was going to pop out of. With a peek around the corner, he sees the mysterious man checking the bag with his back to D-55020. Aiming, he made the front sight rest on the man's head. A single shot rang out, however, the man merely stumbled forward. D-55020 scrambled to his feet and tackled the man, slamming his face off of the console. Groans escaped both of them and D-55020 tried to get wire around the man’s throat. With a small twist, he put his foot on his back. The twenty seconds it took for him to stop moving felt like an eternity of horror. The rope dropped from his hand upon finishingーlimp from the realization of what he had done. The kill would weigh heavy on him. After a quick breather, he concluded that the bag would be useless and more trouble than it's worth. He took what he could fit in his pockets and untied the rope from his waist. He reholstered his gun and thought for a moment before re-unholstering it and setting it on the command console. He picked up the gun from the corpse and any clips a short search would reveal. With the rifle in one hand, he felt safe enough to reholster the pistol. He was about to pilfer the corpse moreーmaybe give the body a more respectable position in death, but the radio sparking to life scattered his thoughts and almost made his heart explode.
“Liver, the boys are waiting just outside if you need back up. How’s the search going?”
D-55020 picked up the radio and started to backtrack back out of the bridge.
“Liver respond. We’re sending in the teams. Liver respond.”
Once D-55020 was out of the bridge he bolted it down the hallway. Going back the way he came.
“All teams. Liver is MIA, search the bridge; team nine, you are on airlock detail.”
D-55020 pulled the piece of paper out of his pocket. It had on it a list of things he needed to do.
Find the crew quarters and gain access to Ava █████ and Mike ████’s lockers. Given combinations can be found on the back.
Find the medical bay, look into what the ‘bug’ is.
Retrieve any and all materials that are deemed of plausible value
He was at the end of the hallway now.
The radio had gone silent, they probably knew he took it by now. The elevator on his right didn’t respond to the button being pushed. So he pried the doors open and looked down. The darkness didn’t even bother winking back. He pulled out his map and counted the floors he had to go down. He grabbed the cable and began to gently slide down the shaft.
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At the floor he needed to get off at, he braced himself against the walls and pried the door open. Once on the appropriate floor. The hallway was lit, the lights not flickering nor any of the systems offline. He pulled out his map again and checked the direction of the map. With the path in his head, he unclipped the radio and began switching through the channels. Until he caught the tail end of a conversation.
“-vator shaft. Permission to follow, Command?”
“Permission granted Explorer 4, be careful. The subject is armed and exerts unknown anomalous properties.”
“Acknowledged, Explorer 4, out.”
D-55020 turned around and scrambled to the doors shut. He clipped the radio back on and proceed down the hallway. As he passed rooms he saw nurseries, a large library, and several other rooms need to live. They all had titles above them “Library 5”, “Nursery 8” suggesting there was more of them. The mess hall came up next. “Mess Hall 3” to be exact. Inside were several machines that seemed to dispense food and drink when the meals weren’t being cooked. What cause D-55020 to get out of the room so fast was the fact that the meals on the table, 1/5th of all of them were still steaming along with one of the vending machines dispensing a drink.
He backed out of the room and into the hallway. He double checked the floor he was on before continuing his search.
“Explorer 4, report status.”
“Command, we should have exited the ship awhile ago. We believe the subject is near floor ‘Yankee’.” Plausibly attempting to access crew quarters.”
D-55020 broke out into a jog.
“Plausibly attempting to access crew quarters.”
D-55020 started to sprint.
“Explorer 4, we are sending additional teams to you. Be advised: subject may have anomalous properties. They may be manipulating the space around you.”
A junction came up in the hallway. Engineering was to the right and cargo was left. Crew quarters were straight ahead.
D-55020 had to restrain himself from interrupting the call. Not wanting to have to search for the radio channel again.
“Command, we don’t believe so. The floor plans match the ships detail. As if the ship was never destroyed in the first place. Explorer 4, out.”
D-55020 had reached the crew quarters roughly 10 minutes after the radio went silent. The door gave way to a solid push. The lockers were broken up into rows and columns. Alphabetical and crew level. First up was the Bridge crew. Nothing there was needed. D-55020 pulled out his paper again and looked at the names; One was in navigation and the other was in security. He found the first one, under astronomy and entered the code. The locker popped open with a hiss. He gathered the items in the locker and stored them individual envelopes and then shoved them into a bag he withdrew from his pocket. The security lockers weren’t with the rest of them and he had to go a fair distance into crew quarters to access the security ones. The heavy door they were behind was dented. As if a machine tried to break it’s way inside. He slammed his fist onto the door and didn’t even misshape it in the slightest. With a gentle pat on the door, he blew a hard breath. His luck may just run out, as he looked around. A small vent near the ceiling proved useful. He was able to just lift the vent up, keeping it propped open with the bag of things. He ran at the wall and managed to pull himself inside. A sensation washed over him, causing him to slip, his dexterity made him catch the vent and hoist himself up. Once he pulled himself up. He turned around expecting to see someone behind him. However, no one was there, just the feeling of scopaesthesia remained. He cautiously turned around and crawled through the vent, after sliding the cover back down. While crawling through the vent, sounds of people arguing and boots stomping around could be heard. D-55020 slowed down his crawl as to not make much noise. The steady taps of the vent were going to drive him insane if the claustrophobic settings didn’t first. The steady taps came to an end when a solid vent cover came up. It was a lot more sturdy and certainly sounded different. He braced his back against the vent wall and pressed both of his feet against the plate. He pushed as hard as he could until he slipped. The loud crash echoed throughout the ventilation system.
His radio sparked to life. “Explorer 1, This is Explorer 4, come in.”
“Explorer 1 here, what is it Explorer 4? ”
“Something just went crash in the vents. We’ve been following the suspect’s trail. Looks like he stole a meal in the mess hall, several plates were stacked with some of them wash. Along with a drunken beverage on the ground.”
“Where do you think he is now, Explorer 4? We have no signs of him in cargo or the engine room. Though there are signs of multiple subjects may be a plausibility.”
“We’re following him to the crew quarters. He may be after something. We hav-”
D-55020 tried pushing again but ending up blowing the back out of the vent and fell out. Causing him to crash to the ground in a heap. A lovely desk had broken his fall.
“Explorer 1, we’ll have to call you back. We just heard another crash coming from the security office, Jensen also just found scraps on the wall, we think he is using the vents.”
D-55020 started to pick himself off the ground. Ears ringing and vision blurry, a quick check revealed his suit was still good.
“Copy that Explorer 4, be careful. Teams are on their way to you.”
As he stood up straight, the symptoms quickly dissipated. He looked around the room, nothing but a small office. A series of monitors on the wall showed cameras from all over the ship. His `heart skipped a beat when he saw a man in uniform looking at him through the security glass 7 feet away. He was aiming his gun at D-55020, a cold stare was all that was given.
Another man stepped into view. His eyes were hidden under reflective sunglasses and face under a balaclava. His sleek black helmet and vest were proof that they had been authorized to use live ammunition. He put his hand on the barrel and pushed it down. He pointed at D-55020 and flicked his wrist down twice. He looked down and saw the radio he stole. He unclipped it and looked back up. The man flashed the number three with his fingers. D-55020 memorized the channel he was currently on and switched.
D-55020 pressed the button and cautiously spoke.
“May I help you?”
The lead MTF pulled out a similar radio from underneath the respirator hooked on his uniform.
“Let’s see your identity tag, D-class- and don’t bother with the fake ID, the last D-class to lie about their tag was shot on sight.”
“D as in dumbass - 55020. And the name is ‘Go fuck yourself’.”
He looked to a squad member and said something, but nothing could be heard behind the glass.
“Don’t get smart with me, we have been authorized to shoot anomalies on sight. The brass doesn’t want you fucking around in your toy for too long.”
D-55020 started to laugh before the gunshot and the cracked glass stopped him. He dropped to the floor before gathering that the MTF had attempted to shoot him through the glass, stopping about half an inch short, rendering the window pane weakened. D-55020 could now hear bits of conversation happening between the guards. Smoking pistol still in hand; the Leader spoke back through the radio.
“Now we just want you to put the weapon down, and we can take you back to the nearest facility to have you reclassified out of D-Class. If you are cooperative, we might even let you keep your name.”
D-55020 had stood back up and backed behind the corner.
“Yeah no, not going back with you.”
The Lead MTF pinches the bridge of his nose in an exasperated expression.
“We are taking you back dead or alive. You are a danger But we just don’t want the space you created to collapse on us.”
“You think I’m the cause of this?”
“You’re a danger to more than my men. Allowing a reality-bending SCP to reach the public, it alone would cause mass panic in the public sector and a lot of people would need to forget about their day.”
“Look bud, I’m just doing a test. I was told not to talk to you the entities inside the object. But you are hunting me so I don’t really have a choice.”
The Commander turned away from the glass for a moment before turning back towards D-55020 and keying the radio once more.
“I don’t believe you. You see, this used to be an exploration ship. It was lost with all hands, it was found at the edge of the system some years ago. Now, several weeks later, you pop up once again. Why have you appeared and rebuilt the ship? We have relocated the ship to a secure site, Site-”
“64” D-55020 cut off The Commander.
The Commander hesitated for a moment before D-55020 continued.
“So while you ramble about this stupid history, I can still hear the sounds of your buddies running over here. So I gotta grab this stuff from Mike ████’s locker and get on with the mission my Foundation gave me.”
The commander spoke into the radio but D-55020 already changed the channel back as he went around the corner. Through another door he found the lockers, he located the locker and punched in the code. Before opening the locker, the radio flared back up. Not paying attention, he noted when they began talking about the locker he got into, along with teams being alerted to his unknown mission.
The investigation into the locker showed a small picture of a sleek Foundation Logo taped to the inside of the locker, accompanied with an array of pictures, worn stickers, and other personal effects at the door. D-55020 looked around the locker and at first, only found a strange tablet and a few magazines.
Until he noticed the strange latch at the back of it.
A stack of papers behind a hidden compartment, about SCPs SCP-4253, SCP-SCP-3953, and SCP-[EXPUNGED FROM DOCUMENT]
Now, as a D-class, he knew that he wasn’t supposed to look at these because of his D-class status, but hell, he thinks, “Who’s stopping me?”
He dumps most things in the locker into the prepared bag. Except for the personal things, he wasn’t ordered to take them, so he doesn’t bother. In the entrance he where stood before talking to the MTF, he could hear the sound of bending metal and a weak thump. He took this as his cue to leave, which left but one spot to go. He secured the bags on his hip and bolted for the exit. However, before he left, he ripped the cover off the vent above and kicked the wall. He made for the door and out into the corridor. From the rough map he had, the medical bay was two floors below him and on the other side of the ship. He took off running as fast as he could down the hallway and through a flight of emergency stairs, not really paying attention to his surroundings. As he entered the stairwell, the burst of the radio awakened him from his trance; a new message:
“Explorer 1, come in, this is Explorer 4.”
“This is Explorer 1, go Explorer 4.”
“We had a talk with the D-Class, he claims to be on a mission. He seems to be searching lockers. The lockers he searched so far belonged to an Ava ██████’ locker, before taking refuge in the security office. We had to blow the door open before gaining access. We’ll find out which locker he searched in here in a moment.”
“The Chief Navigation Officer, Explorer 4? Why would he be after that?”
“We do not know. One moment, Explorer 1.”
There is a brief pause as D-55020 slows down on the stairs as he focuses on the conversation.
“Explorer 1 are you still there?”
“We are still here, Explorer 4, what is it?”
“Was there any Foundation Staff aboard the Pioneers of the Solar Alliance?”
“One moment, what else is there?”
“There was a secret compartment that seems to have been dismantled. Looks like something of importance was stored inside.”
“We got it, Explorer 4. One, Mike ████. Senior researcher at Site-112, one of eight aboard the ship. Gather what you can, Explorer 12 from forensics is on their way over nowーdo not let his trail go cold. Capture him at all costs. Explorer 1, out.”
“Copy that, Explorer 1. He isn’t too good at hiding his trail, the D-Class took the vents again. He ripped off the cover and left a scuff on the wall. We will need the schematics of the ventilation system, Explorer 1.”
But no reply came.
The rest of the flight of stairs was uneventful. He exited on the right floor and ran in the direction of the medical bay. He was running down the hallway as a sharp click of an unlocking door snapped his senses into overdrive, he panicked and tripped over his own two feet before slamming his face into the ground. D-55020 got to his feet and waited for the person to come out of the room. He waited. He waited.
But no-one left. No-one came, either. The place was a ghost town, the silence eerily pounding at D-55020’s ears.
He slowly stood, having to pick the rifle back off the ground. He had it trained on the door, finger on the trigger. As the door came closer, his stomach dropped further. The room was empty, in a state of confusion. He brushed his hand all around the door and frame, checking as he goes for any motion sensors, to try and get it to close. Finding the pad on the frame, he placed his hand on it. With a press, it shut tight.
Wanting to get as far away from that as possible. He took off again down the hallway.
Just outside the medical bay, the words "don't get sick from the bug" were written in crude spray paint beside a door hastily welded shut. He searched around for the welder that was used or maybe something he could use to open the door.
He looked up and around, a sign labeled several points of interest, but one of them was a maintenance closet. D-55020 made his way to the closest, looking around before kicking in the door. He scrounged through the closest to find a hand welder, or at least he wasn’t too sure. It produced flames out the nozzle on it so it was going to have to do. He made his way back to the welded door and checked his suit for airtightness. Before going to work on the door. It took thirty minutes to realize his torch wasn’t going to be hot enough to melt away the weld. He looked over at the control panel and check through some of the settings. He first saw a large button saying “Open”, when he pressed that; something made a loud groaning sound as metal was being pulled but nothing budged. A warning popped up on the screen and warned him of something preventing the door opening, soon, a small red button popped up and the words read in yellow: “Emergency Door Override”. His brain, his mind screamed in protest it was a bad idea, but it was too late. His fingers were already pressed up against the screen, a small beep was all that acknowledged his action. Soon he felt something moving in the walls, machinery sliding and locking into place. Before the grinding started, something was just simply pulling the door apart from the other side of the wall. The sound of stress on the door continued to build up, even to the point that D-55020 realized that maybe he should move, as he stepped behind an alcove in the wall. The door exploded into pieces, the pieces that made up the weld on the door became tiny missiles. Penetrating the walls and floors and making it appear like someone discharged a hand grenade in the corridor. With the door now open, D-55020 started to peer inside; a thick purple fog began to roll out of the medical wing, dispersing along the floor. Once again checking his suit for damage or a possible leak before entering. When he entered, a deep purple sludge lined the floor. A pile of it lied at the door, probably scrapped off the door when it opened. He stepped inside, the goo itself was pretty solid to walk on, but it covered the walls, the ceiling, everything.
The medical bay, aside from the weird structuring of the wing, was pretty plain. Off-white walls, metal spires. Spaceship panels, jargon that he really didn’t care about, and he saw cadavers lying on medical beds, decayed away to nothing but bone still covered in the purple good. He felt his oxygen kick in and he started the timer on his watch. One computer screen did catch his eye, that’s it, he thinks. Big and imposing, just like how it was drawn in the map. He approached it and tried to open a few files, nothing but access denied, he tried again but going a different route. He gained access to the files and inserted the small device given to him originally, as the transfer took place. D-55020 decided to look around, he first decided to peer at some of the bodies, try to figure out what happened to them. The sludge made a scrunching sound with every step made. He wandered over to the corpse and tried to scrape some sludge off into a vial he picked up off a nearby tray. After that, he went back over to the computer and searched through the programs, pulling up cameras of the nearby hallways. It struck him like a truck when he saw an MTF squad moving towards him, the first thing he wondered was why didn’t they called it in, he looked down at his radio to see it had a piece of shrapnel sticking out of it. He dropped the radio on the ground but before he moved away, the computer screen pinged that there were two living entities in the room. One was on the bottom floor: him. But something was on the floor above. Moving, and shifting about, as if it was looking below. Looking at him. D-55020 dashed towards one of the gantries. And slid behind a few cabinets and heard the MTF begin to approach. All he heard was them shout to each other before moving in.
“Gas masks on people, we got gas and sludge.”
“What the hell happened here?”
“Quiet Two, We don’t know who is here or what caused the explosion.”
As they swept the room, D-55020 used the reflection on the computers to watch them.
“Sir, over here.”
“What is it Three?”
“A radio, it doesn’t seem to be functioning.”
“So he was just here, radio into Explorer 4 and tell em we found their rabbit.”
“Aye,” As Three stood, he picked up his own radio. “Explorer 4, this is Explorer 9 come in over….” As he trailed off, one of the other MTF pointed out the computer.
“Sir, a data transfer is going on. Some files are being moved off of the computer.”
D-55020 knew he might lose the data, but that was the least of his concern. A gelatinous glob of purple slime oozed down above the MTF. Every time one of them moved or shifted, it stopped moving. D-55020 checked above his head out of fear of saw none hanging over his head. The hangman’s noose lowered more and more to the point if one of them looked up, they would only see the goo.
Two gunshots rang out and the men hit the deck, the one who made the radio all had returned. As they began to scramble to cover, one of them crawled right up beside D-55020. He slipped a hand over the militant person and whispered.
“Don’t move, it follows moment.”
When the soldier nodded, he removed his hand. The goo coiled itself before it launched at the man who shot at it. The slam knocked him against the wall and his body fell limp at unnatural angles. The two other guards opened fire. The goo split itself in two before flinging itself at the combatants. During the commotion D-55020 scrambled towards the computer, it was only 74% done but he yanked the Drive anyway. He wasn’t staying to finish the download, he couldn’t give less of a shit. The first tendril wrapped itself around the first shooter's neck, the other half wrapped around the wrist and pointed the gun away from itself.
The second one attempted to do the same thing with the other shooter. So D-55020 took this time to run, as he ran past the door he frantically grabbed the radio off the shattered man’s body. As he disappeared around the corner, he paused for a minute before peering back into the room. The man who he told to stay quiet was visibly distraught between saving his teammates and saving his own life. D-55020 tried to wave him over before it got to him, The man saw him and moved around the strangled teammates. At the door, they had a perfect view of the horror that unraveled before them. The tendril managed to presumably kill the first shooter, ripped off his mask and proceeded to tunneled a portion of itself down into his body. The second one, seeing this, lost almost all of their strength to fight. The tendril gripped itself around the mask and primed to push when a gunshot rang out causing the body to go limp. The tendril finished ripping off the gas mask to reveal a young girl’s face.
Although D-55020 knew his face could not be seen, he was sure his expression was read clearly. The dead stare at the man was enough as D-55020 could not find words to express his defeat.
The man refused to look at D-55020, he simply kept his hand on his gun, trained forward; wanting to kill, to obliterate that thing.
“I wanted to give my fiancée that mercy. I wouldn’t give you the chance to deny me that.”
But the monstrosity didn’t care, it did the same to the third and just sat there. The first body convulsed a little but having excrescences grow all over the body may it difficult for the body to roll over, or even move from its resting position. Sludge started to make its way out of the body, little by little. This whole time D-55020’s brain was screaming for him to move for him to get far away as he could. Something primal in his flipped, a switch that he didn’t know he had. As more goo poured out, he grabbed the man with him and dragged. The sound must have tipped it off because it took off at full tilt for the door.
Having his hand shrugged up they ran. They were scrambling and clambering over the remains of the original door in the hallway. His body wanted to move, to crawl out of this reality and back into his cell. But he knew he had to survive in order to see them again. They burst through the doors at the end of the hallway, making sure not to trample each other in the confusion. At the intersection ahead a man stepped out but it was impossible to see him from the thick purple fog that now covered everything. The man D-55020 was escaping with started shouting for them to run.
The man turned towards them as it was revealed it was an entire group with him. They drew their guns at D-55020 but he didn’t flinch however he did stop moving. The man he was running with stepped in front of him while waving all over the place. The commander tapped his radio.
The man picked up his and answered into it. “WE NEED TO MOVE NOW!”
“What is going on?”
“FUCKING RUN.”
He started to take off again when the sludge shot past him and into the group of men. They started shouting as they opened fire. The bullets zipped past it and almost hit D-55020 and his associate. They ducked into a room and the shooting continued. With the door closed behind them, they waited for the shooting to stop. But the door beside them opened. A brighter pink-purple goo moved into the room as it slipped and slid past the door, D-55020 had to move the heart that was in his throat back to where it belonged. It cleared the door before gently closing it, it even extended tiny tendrils to secure the lock on the door. After this, it just moved to the center of the floor and waited. Flattening itself as to not draw notice. The D-55020 gestured as to circle around it and he began to crawl away. At one point, D-55020 reached up and grabbed an item off the shelf above him, he proceeded to throw it in an empty corner in the room. The sludge shot out a pseudopod and stabbed the object before shrugging it off. D-55020 reached for another object, the cool metal was the quick grab and throw. It managed to hit another metal object in the room and the ringing cause the sludge to “look” directly at D-55020 and his ally. Two pseudopods shot out in both directions but missed as they dodged out of the way. D-55020 decided it wasn’t a good idea to keep throwing objects. Someone kicked in the door and the goo jumped on him, using the distraction, his ally and D-55020 ran out. The hallway was a mess, uncountable soldiers were missing their masks, with goo coming out of their bloated bodies.
A hand grasped D-55020’s shoulder. A swift jerk turned him around and shoved him against the wall.
An expressionless mask called out. “WHAT DID YOU DO TO THEM?”
D-55020 raised his hands. Trying to slow his breath in case his suit was jeopardized. “I haven’t done a single thing.”
“WHAT IS IT?” The man could be heard sniffling behind the mask.
D-55020’s ally set a hand on the man's shoulder. “Stop yelling, you are going to bring it back here. You are being dramatic, it isn’t his fault.”
Silence was all that ensued before the man finally set his hands to his sides. D-55020 set his hand on his shoulder.
“We will get out of here, hopefully.”
“Really?”
With a dead expression, D-55020 responded. “I have no idea.”
He picked up a weapon and pushed forward but not before noticing his ally writing something on the wall.
“What are you doing?”
“Making sure someone doesn’t make the same mistake.”
The symbol was a skinny lightning bolt with a slash going through it.
D-55020 simply nodded and continued.
As they moved in the hallway, the smoke moved out of their way like purple clouds, reacting to the presence of alien material. Once they made it to another room, they ducked inside. The room held several pieces of medical equipment, like something for X-rays it looked like. The new member stood behind a heavy plate on a swivel, leaning on it with his weight.
“What are we going to do?”
D-55020 started to search through the bottles on the desk.
“Don’t know, this is your guys’ time, not mine.”
He pointed at D-55020. “And you claimed not to cause this?”
A bottle of medical alcohol is what he picked up. “God no, I mean it’s only 2018 where I am from. What did you think I was?”
He looked at the floor, taking some of the weight off the swiveling arm. “That’s roughly 800 years…..Do you miss home?”
“Oh I just have to walk through the airlock and boom, I am home. You guys?”
“We al-”
The slam of a door interrupted the conversation. A light pink sludge moved into the room, slinking and swerving it’s way around. In turn, everyone in the room stayed quiet, too scared to talk in case it set it off. The man behind the lead swivel was forced to move when it headed towards him. However, once he got out from behind the wall, the goo shot out a pseudopod and latched onto him. The man stifled a scream as he began to try to get the thing off of him. D-55020 thought fast and tried to break the bottle off of the goo, the monster released an almost “scream” like sound as the alcohol reacted to its surface. The man the slime attacked, he drew a flare gun but before anyone could say anything, he shot it at the thing. It caused a fire and burned itself to a paste, but not before it entered the man’s body. The man clawed at his throat before keeling over. D-55020 pointed at the man. “You wanna check him?”
His ally checked the body with caution, having knelt down and placed two fingers on his throat. A brief second past before he shook his head, having removed his hand. He looked puzzled and put his hand back on his throat.
“He is heating up. A lot.”
D-55020 was already grabbing another bottle of medical alcohol. “Weird, but it makes sense seeing what comes out of them, but why only attack after he moved out behind that thing, we moved and we didn’t get attacked. Can’t be after the heart, cause all of us got one.”
The man thumped his chest with pride.
“Heart? I got one made for me at a young age, the result of a rebar gun and two friends. Side effects include no….” His speech started to slow down. “Heart Beat. You really think that is what these things are attracted to?”
D-55020 shifted over the dead corpse and molded goo. “Explains why they can’t find us easily. And they only stretched out once the metal pinged off another metal. Creating vibrations in the air an-”
The ally shifted his weight. Holding his hand up to himself in a hushed signal. “We got company.”
The door shifted open, nothing entered. Just a sinister silence that followed, one that most likely chilled his friend as much as it did D-55020.
“What the hell was that?” His ally backed away from the door.
“I am not sure, but I can promise no one is on the other side of it. Let’s move.”
They exited the room without another word. The purple fog has gotten so bad it was hard to see the wall on the wall on the other side of the hallway, five feet away. They navigated their way through the ship, the few flights of stairs they climbed was every-so-often occupied by a goo. They reached level B after a few hours of climbing and navigating, but a large pile of slime was in their way. It seemed to pulsate and beat like an out of tune heart. His ally took an item out of his pocket and threw it at the sludge. The result being the slide stuck out a pseudopod and caught it, before gently setting it down beside it. They looked at each out then at the sludge.
D-55020 gripped his last bottle of alcohol he found in the room and his friend reloaded his flare gun. They both knew it was the last step between them and the airlock. With a quick rear back and toss, the bottle sailed…or least it would have, had the sludge not shot out a tentacle at D-55020. It went for the hand that was holding the bottle. The goo tried to wrestle the bottle out of his hand, but he didn’t fight it, he let the monstrosity take it. Just as he screamed “Now!”
The sludge wall noticed it’s mistake.
The bottle broke and the flare round entered the goo. The fireball lit up like napalm on the goo’s surface and the alcohol splashed against it. The sound that came next could best be described as a scream. Its voice filled the air and the sounds of flames licked at the two men.
After it died down, both the sludge and the flames, they walked over it. That too was a mistake. Pseudopods shot out and began to grapple the survivors. D-55020 was praying for this damned test to be over with. They struggled against the tentacles but they let go all of a sudden, goo began to crawl up their bodies. They scrambled their way over to the airlock, the man that had spent the last hour with D-55020 stopped in his tracks, he grabbed d-55020’s hand and pulled him close.
“Hey man, what are you doing? We gotta go!”
“It’s too late for me, I can feel it crawling along my skin.”
He ripped off his dog tags and handed them to D-55020.
“No, no no no, We are at the exit, your people are waiting for you.”
“I’m not letting this thing out. Tell the past to make this count.”
The man shoved D-55020 in the airlock and closed the door. The sounds of air hissing and machines turning. Caused hell to unleash, the bacteria on his suit began to vibrate and generate heat.
“Ok don’t panic, don’t panic. Wait, they won’t be expecting this, uhh think think think.”
The airlock opened to reveal his Foundation and so he ran out of the airlock, waving his arms above his head and screaming as loud as his tired lungs would allow him.
After several seconds a powerful arm pushed him to the ground, but in truth it was just a powerful hose, washing off all the poison that covered his body.
He was helped to his feet by MTF, they immediately all began asking him questions while others began to aim their guns at the door. A scientist brushed his way past the security.
“55020 You made it back!”
“Yeah, fuck you too.”
“Now, now yo-”
A MTF grabbed the scientist. “Sir, You cannot be down here, please leave.”
“I have a gas mask on, I am fine.” He patted the mask. “Airtight.”
A little tiny piece of goo was making its way around; slowly dying in this pre-historic environment. D-55020 noticed his and tried to warn the MTF but they pushed him back, telling him to calm down.
The goo started to slither up the scientist’s leg, the scientist screamed in pain and in a matter of six seconds. The time it takes to just inhale and exhale. The man was turned to a light pink sludge. Still steaming from the chemical reaction. D-55020 had the recovered materials removed off of him and had him escorted back to his cell. They allowed him to keep the dog tags that didn’t even exist yet.
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Experiment-4251-1-TEST Ω
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| Purpose of the experiment: Test of whether timeline is linear (self-consistent) or New/Changed timeline. Subject Participants: MTF Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") Result: [DATA EXPUNGED BY ORDER 05 COMMAND] |
Involved Researchers: N/A Date/Location: 03-07-2018 00:00:02 SCP-4251 Containment cell. Transcript awaiting completion and censorship. |
TEST Ω
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MTF Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") was instructed to gain access to SCP-4251 and access a location picked at random by O5 council member within SCP-4251. Red Right Hand instructed to retrieve an item placed by future O5 command. Item determines whether the Time Line is permanently linear (self-consistent) or this anomaly has set our world on a New/Changed timeline. Dictating whether or not we have free will. Red Right Hand reached location approx forty-five minutes after initial access. Rest of document is corrupted due to Time-Safe Protocol.
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