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Object Class: Neutralized
Special Containment Procedures: All recovered instances of SCP-XXX, as well as SCP-XXX-1, are to be kept within a low-security inert object storage locker.
As requested by the United States Department of Justice and the Federal Bureau of Investigation's Unusual Incidents Unit, Wallace Deigh (PoI-87756) has been relinquished to United States custody and is to be tried for the attempted murder of Jayla Ames (PoI-46553), who has been released from containment to act as a witness in the trial.
Description: SCP-XXX was an anomalous ontokinetic weapon developed by former Connecticut Governor Wallace Deigh (PoI-87756) for the purpose of discreet assassination of political threats. The weapon consisted of five components, hidden in various points within room 865 at the Hilton hotel in Hartford, Connecticut. SCP-XXX-1 was the device used by PoI-87756 to activate and control SCP-XXX remotely.
The components of SCP-XXX are identical, and consist of a central circular component with a diameter of 5 centimeters welded to three 6-centimeter-long metal strips. The central component of SCP-XXX featured a touchscreen interface when active. Due to significant damage caused to SCP-XXX by PoI-46553, however, the anomaly's operating system is no longer functional.
During activation, SCP-XXX was capable of creating a field of unstable reality surrounding its area of effect to prevent the entrance or egress of any matter. Over the course of approximately 45 minutes following activation, SCP-XXX tracked and targeted human beings within its area of effect and gradually reduced their body temperature until death. Upon the death of all human beings within its area of effect, SCP-XXX was programmed to automatically deactivate.
Addendum XXX-1: Discovery
SCP-XXX was discovered on March 15th, 2019 by PoI-465531. Following the incident, SCP-XXX was given to the Foundation by the UIU along with the following transcripts.
Awesome Snippets
The feeling of crushing failure is a devastating one, in itself enough to bring even the strongest-willed men to their knees in total agony as they watch their every success repealed, their life's efforts crushed unsparingly by the cruel hands of fate. Failure and disappointment are what lead artists to abandon their craft, to lead lonely lives flipping burgers at greasy, unbearably humid fast-food joints while their chances of being remembered slip away by the hour. It's what causes children to give up their biggest aspirations, to ignore their potential and go blindly and without questioning into a job that they hate in an economy that hates them. In short — failure is the strongest weapon of Man against himself, the most powerful and terrible destroyer of futures and lives ever imagined. Up to this date, Pierre Dagon and Yves Isabi had never really known it.
Now, both men felt, failure had never even been a possibility.
There had to be light, and in the dark something grew smaller and weaker and more pitiful, and it grasped
Dream Journal
So first of all, I was watching some sort of celebration in the entrance to a parking lot. The participants cracked eggs against the pavement to scrape them back into a pan later.
Then was the first "movie scene:" I was watching some girl live out a sort of teen movie, going to school, eating lunch, etc. Except in the middle of this, the dream shifted to my point of view, and I took the "main character's" place.
I sort of explored some corridors of the school, getting farther and farther away from the school until I was in what seemed like a completely different building. Two real-life acquaintances of mine ran a sort of a shop in this building, with one explaining that nothing there was supposed to make sense, or be bought (minor detail: their cash register, as well as every other machine in the room, resembled a bastardized, rearranged typewriter). I drank soup from a bowl with them.
So then, I was in a weird sort of house — I was inside it, but I could see a complete cross-section of the building. I tried to contact two of my friends (via radio, the interface of which was reminiscent of a task in Among Us for some reason) who I somehow knew were in the two rooms in the house. One said he'd come out and did, talking to me a while — the other was seemingly replaced by a giant patchwork teddy bear.
Then I was watching a movie again - the main character, the girl I mentioned earlier, was also contacting someone via radio. I can't really remember this part well, but I do remember something about a small man who should be feared.
Then (I think) I was in another, abandoned shop, looking at some underwater dioramas of portions of Japanese mythology that didn't really happen. Dead koi were floating in the water, with only one living fish in the corner avoiding a diving duck trying to capture it.
After all this, it was pretty much all the girl's show from then until I woke up. Except for one, where I was at a sort of resort and jumped off a cliff into a warship-shaped island in the ocean, which turned out to be nothing more than a 3D model. I hit it headfirst and died, transporting me back to the movie for the rest of the dream.
The protagonist was at some sort of school for small children (probably within a nunnery or something), tasked with retrieving miscellaneous objects from a higher level of the building.
Then, they were at the entrance to a parking lot again, this time at night. The protagonist and two other people cracked eggs on the pavement, then hid among piles of cargo containers and assorted rubbish by the side of the road whenever the police came.
(I probably forgot what went here)
After that swath of forgotten dream was the finale. The protagonist and a companion ran down a street, supposedly pursued, until a homunculus resembling a black rubber Mickey Mouse dropped from a power line above them. The thing monologued for a bit, and it seemed like they were gonna go to battle -
Then, the view shifted to a hospital far away. The Mickey-mouse-like being was actually the devil, and had grown to a towering height - as far away as I was, I could see it rising above the landscape and know that it was magnetically attracting all religious beings, paraphernalia, and phenomena towards it. An airplane carrying a patient to the hospital changed course and was torn apart in midair, because an incarnation of Jesus Christ was within its wing. The devil stood motionless in the distance, and I knew then that the protagonist had lost.
Then, still in the dream, I woke up and told my mom that I had had a "sexual" dream.
