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Item#: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: Outpost 97 has been constructed around SCP-XXXX-1. An additional 50m x 30m perimeter has been built surrounding SCP-XXXX-1 in order to facilitate entry.

Every 24 hours a D-Class Personnel is to be instructed to enter SCP-XXXX-1 and engage in a set of tennis with SCP-XXXX-2.

Description: SCP-XXXX-1 is a standard 23.77m x 10.97m tennis court. The fence portion of SCP-XXXX-1 has a gate with a currently unlocked padlock. The padlock is black with a number of red symbols covering it. These symbols have been linked to a number of cults originating from various parts of the Caribbean.

Upon entry of SCP-XXXX-1, SCP-XXXX-2 will manifest. SCP-XXXX-2 is a humanoid resembling a Haitian male in his mid 50's who has claimed to be named "Teddy." SCP-XXXX-2 walks with a slight limp and will often sit or lie down while his opponent is taking a break. SCP-XXXX-2 has no apparent need for food or water.

SCP-XXXX-2 will challenge any person who enters SCP-XXXX-1 to a single set of tennis. Upon acceptance of this challenge, a 1983 Wilson Pro Staff tennis racquet will manifest in the left hand of SCP-XXXX-2. SCP-XXXX-2 will demanifest following the conclusion of the set.

If a person has not entered SCP-XXXX-1 in the past 48 hours SCP-XXXX-2 will appear inside SCP-XXXX-1 and immediately exit. Due to SCP-XXXX-2's apparent inability to interact with most organic and inorganic matter, SCP-XXXX-2 is at a high risk of causing a breach of the Veil.

As of ██/██/2019 not a single opponent has beaten SCP-XXXX-2 in tennis.

D-Class Personnel have been offered rewards to engage in conversation with SCP-XXXX-2, with the goal of learning more about the source of his anomalous abilities. This has proved difficult, as SCP-XXXX-2 appears to be reluctant to talk about details regarding his abilities and will usually de-rail discussions by talking about either his son or tennis. Despite this, a small amount of information about the origin of SCP-XXXX has been gleaned.

[[collapsible show="+ Fur Coat Experiment Log SCP-XXXX" hide="- Experiment Log SCP-XXXX"]]

Discussion occurred on 08/15/19██. Nonessential pieces have been removed.

SCP-XXXX-2: —and after we moved out of Queens and down into Jersey, we finally got cable, and me and my son would watch the Scooby-Doo show every day after he got home from school.

D-37558: I actually lived in Queens during the 70's too, until my Pop dragged us to Michigan after Cuomo got elected. But I thought you were from the Caribbean, how'd you end up in the Big Apple?

SCP-XXXX-2: Well, I was such a talent with the racket, a man from the states offered to pay me thousands to play in tournaments. I remember stepping off the plane and being wrapped in a new fur coat.

SCP-XXXX-2 is visibly smiling, but appears to become more crestfallen after a few moments.

SCP-XXXX-2: Then I had my…accident. Busted my knee up and then poof, all those thousands gone, and so was the American man.

D-37558: Why didn't you go back to the Caribbean then?

SCP-XXXX-2: I wanted to. I missed my family, my home. But my girl was already 4 months into having my son, and besides, there wasn't much money back home, just working the land. Here, my son could maybe do better, you know?

D-37558: I didn't know you were married Ted.

SCP-XXXX-2: Ha, I was, for about three months. Then she drove away and left me with Phil.

D-37558: Where's Phil now then?

SCP-XXXX-2 smiles broadly crossing his arms, closing his eyes and leaning back into the bench.

SCP-XXXX-2: All Mr. Sam tell's me is he's safe, and that's all I need to know.

D-37558: Who's Mr. Sam?

SCP-XXXX-2's eyes open suddenly, and he appears nervous.

SCP-XXXX-2: Oh, Mr. Sam, he's a…..I owe him a favor. Anyways, enough rest, let's finish up our set!

SCP-XXXX-2 appeared to play more aggressively for the remainder of the game, resulting in an earlier ending than normal. Following the conclusion, D-37558 was rewarded with extra recreational time.

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Addendum XXXX-A: On ██/██/2012, Head Researcher Genovese retired, and Head Researcher DeMarco took over research into SCP-XXXX. Head Researcher DeMarco had previously worked towards determining the extent of SCP-████'s abilities, and was instructed to attempt the same with SCP-XXXX-2.

Head Researcher DeMarco decided to have a single D-Class Personnel challenge SCP-XXXX-2 repeatedly, instead of cycling through multiple personnel.
[[tab Physics Goblin]]

Item#: SCP-3526
Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3562-1 cannot be contained at this time. Any information pertaining to the anomalous abilities of SCP-3562-1 are to be reported to Head Researcher MacDonald.

If SCP-3562-2 is recovered it is to be held in a soundproof containment unit. If at any point it is found that SCP-3562-2 is no longer present in their currently assigned housing facility Protocol Manhunt is to be initiated. Protocol Manhunt is currently in effect.

Description: SCP-XXXX-1 is a standard 23.77m x 10.97m tennis court with a surrounding red area and chain link fence of 30m x 15m. The fence portion of SCP-XXXX-1 has a gate with a currently unlocked padlock. The padlock is black with a number of red symbols covering it. These symbols have been linked to a number of cults, including [DATA EXPUNGED].

Upon entry of SCP-XXXX-1, SCP-XXXX-2 will manifest. SCP-XXXX-2 is a Haitian man appearing to be in his his late 40's to early 50's. SCP-XXXX-2 walks with a slight limp and will often sit or lie down when his opponent is taking a break. SCP-XXXX-2 has no apparent need for food or water.

SCP-XXXX-2 will challenge any person who enter SCP-XXXX-1 to a game of tennis. SCP-XXXX-2 will not appear for twenty four hours following any completed game of tennis.

SCP-XXXX-3 is a clear heart shaped container with ornamental gold lining. It is currently half filled with a green fluid of unknown origin. SCP-XXXX-3 will manifest in SCP-XXXX-2's hands at any point SCP-XXXX-2 successfully wins a game of tennis. Upon manifestation, SCP-XXXX-3 will grow for a period ranging from 5 seconds to 2 minutes. After this point SCP-XXXX-3 and SCP-XXXX-2 will de-manifest.

To date, not a single player has beaten SCP-XXXX-2 in a tennis match.

item#: SCP-Pineapple

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-Pine is currently contained in a standard anomalous object locker at Site 317. Access to SCP-Pine is limited to Level 2 personnel and above. Due to the misuse of SCP-Pine by lower level staff, access to SCP-Pine is only allowed with direct permission from Site Director Atlas.

Description: SCP-Pine is physically identical a member of the species Ananas comosus, (the pineapple) with the notable distinction being that SCP-Pine appears to have a seemingly infinite lifespan. Estimates for the age of the first instance of SCP-Pine put the date of creation between 275-315 years ago. Despite that, the instance still appeared to be around 28 months old when last viewed, the standard time of ripening for Ananas comosus.

The primary anomalous effects of SCP-Pine occur upon its consumption. Testing with D-Class has shown that if SCP-Pine is consumed in small amounts it will provide a minor regenerative effect, generally reducing the expected rate of healing for a wound by 30%. It has also been shown to improve some chronic conditions such as diabetes.

On 11/17/██ Junior Researcher Patrick Scalia was diagnosed with a late stage form of Stanley-Ubacke Disease, at the time determined to be terminal but later shown to be a misdiagnosis. Prior to being informed of his misdiagnosis, Junior Researcher Scalia breached containment of SCP-Pine and consumed it, presumably with the hope that consumption of a larger quantity than had been previously tested would result in curing of his condition. Immediately following this, Junior Research Scalia fell comatose, while the remainder of SCP-Pine promptly wilted. Approximately three days following this incident Head Doctor Tent requested a meeting with Site Director Atlas regarding the physical state of Junior Researcher Scalia.

Discussion of Junior Researcher Scalia

Site Director Atlas: Alright Allison, you wanted to see me? Have you had any luck with Scalia?

Head Doctor Tent: Well, we haven't been able to wake him up yet, unfortunately. Vital signs are fine, heart rate appears to be normal, however… we've run a few tests.

Atlas: Tests?

Tent: We took a blood sample, just a standard procedure, and found that his blood was composed of around 25% Ananas comosus juice.

Atlas: And Ananas comosus juice is….

Tent: Pineapple juice. Furthermore, the patient's skin has begun to take on a yellowish hue and has become unusually rough.

Atlas: So you're telling me Scalia's turning into a [EXPLETIVE REMOVED] pineapple.

Tent: At the rate he's going, we'll know for certain in a few days.

Addendum Pine.1: A few days following their discussion, Head Doctor Tent reported to Site Director Atlas that Junior Researcher Scalia had completely transformed into a 3 meter by 1.5 meter iteration of SCP-Pine dubbed SCP-Pine-1. Several days following this report, a wooden door appeared on the side of SCP-Pine-1. Preliminary drone investigation revealed the door transported whatever entered to an island approximately 3 kilometers long inhabited by a small civilization of around 300 people. These islanders, dubbed SCP-Pine-2, grew angry at the sight of the drone and damaged it with spears and other projectiles. Satellites were unable to determine the island's location. Mobile Task Force R-3 "Goofy Goobers" was commanded to investigate the island. Transcript of their exploration below.

Exploration Log

Members Involved:
Agent Caspar (Lead)
Agent Keenan (2nd-in-Command)
Agent Mehta (Medic)
Agent Strasser

Agent Caspar: All agents present?

Agent Mehta: Agent Mehta present.

Agent Strasser: Agent Strasser present and hoping this thing doesn't eat us.

Agent Keenan: Agent Keenan present and accounted for.

Caspar: All agents present, entering the anomaly.

The team enters into the jungle at 0815. Agent Strasser claims they expected a pineapple's stomach to look different while Agent Caspar places a location marker at the exit of Pine-1. The group then begin's to head in the location noted as being densely populated by previous drone excursions.

At 0835 the team encounters an instance of Pine-2 clothed in a loose handmade dress. The entity is wielding a spear whose tip is covered in an unknown liquid.

Pine-2-001: Halt! Who are you?

Caspar: We're, uh—

Mehta: We're members of the Pineapple Protection Society. We've come to make sure your produce isn't being harmed by nearby pesticides.

Caspar: Wait, no that's not—

Pine-2-001: So you wish to protect the Kahiki, but do not come from them? Very well. If that is true, the Ali will decide your role. If you are lying, well… we have other positions for false prophets.

The Pine-2-001 instance smiles broadly before lowering its spear and turning.

Pine-2-001: I will take you to the Ali, follow me.

Agent Caspar leans in closely to Agent Mehta while the group begins to follow after Pine-2-001.

Caspar: Pineapple Protection Society? What the hell are you talking about!

Mehta: Well sir, I figure we can be for pineapple's or we can be against them, so we might as well be for them.

Caspar: Well, for now it looks like your little stunt worked, but we still need to be careful. Who knows what these islanders are capable of.

Agent Keenan pushes past Agent Mehta.

Keenan: Doesn't matter what they're capable of, as long as we've got these raises gun the islanders shouldn't give as any trouble.

Agents continue to follow behind Pine-2-001 for approximately fifteen minutes, at which point they come upon a row of thatched huts. Numerous instances of Pine-2 are performing various tasks including: washing Ananas comosus, watering the numerous Ananas comosus plants, and etching designs into Ananas comosus. The most common design appears to be a crude depiction of a fully grown Ananas comosus, but others include an unidentifiable quadruped creature.

Pine-2-001: Here we work together to care for the Kahiki's. You are the second outsiders to appear. The first was gifted to us one day from the ground, and we now work to fulfill his desires.

Caspar: What do you mean "from the ground?" Like, he crawled out of the mud?

Pine-2-001 shakes her head.

Pine-2-001: Like all parts of life, our Ali appeared to us from the Kahiki.

Caspar: ….So, did he, like, come out of a giant pine— I mean, giant Kahiki?

Pine-2-001: A Kahiki nearly as large as the opu.

Caspar: Wait, what's a—

Pine-2-001: We have arrived.

The group is standing in front of a large throne and overhang, composed almost exclusively of Ananas comosus meticulously speared and roped together. Sitting in the throne is Junior Researcher Scalia, dressed in similar clothing to the islanders but with numerous carved pineapple ornaments hanging from his sleeves and a large carved pineapple "crown." He is smiling.

Pine-2-001: Greetings Ali, these outsiders claim they wish to assist us in our care of the Kahiki's.

Keenan: I get you people are pineapple fanatics or whatever but Jesus, this island is covered in trees, did you really have to use—

Caspar: Scalia? How the hell are you alive?

Pine-2-001 looks confused at Caspar's statement.

Pine-2-001: Scalia? Who is—

Scalia: Thank you, Lea, I've been expecting these outsiders for some time. You can leave us now, I have much to discuss with them.

Pine-2-001 looks back and forth between the Junior Researcher and the Agents before slightly bowing.

Pine-2-001: I will check on the work of your grand project and report back to you as soon as possible.

Pine-2-001 leaves in the direction of the huts.

Caspar: I'll ask again, how the hell are you alive. Last I saw you you'd been turned into a 3 meter tall Kahiki.

Scalia: Well, Agent…

Caspar: Caspar.

Scalia: Well, Agent Caspar, I believe I have discovered the true power of Pine.

Agent Caspar audibly sighs.

Caspar: And that would be….

Scalia: The ability to assist the dying. Junior Researcher Scalia dramatically swishes his hands. You see, after I was diagnosed with my terminal illness, I felt there was no hope left for me. Even now I can feel the disease creeping through me. I spiraled so far into my depression that I did the unthinkable: I breached containment of SCP-Pine. It was foolish, but I was quickly born again, born from the fruit of a giant Kahiki. After I told the islanders I was a messenger from the Gods they became quite friendly, and thus I had my new brethren prepare a massive funeral for me so that I may die in—.

Caspar: You're not dying.

Scalia: peace, far from the troubles of—I'm sorry what?

Caspar: Your Stanford-whatever disease was a misdiagnosis. You were sent an email two hours after the first result but I guess you were too busy stealing Foundation property to notice.

Scalia: I see, so… I'm not dying. But I told the islanders—

Pine-2-001 appears from the woods behind Junior Researcher Scalia.

Pine-2-001: Good news Ali, your grave has finally been properly the prepared. I have notified our brethren that the procession will begin immediately.

Junior Researcher Scalia is visibly sweating.

Scalia: That's excellent work Lea, uh, however, I have just…..received another message. Yeah, from the Gods. And it turns out I'm not actually dying, it was just…. a test.

Pine-2-001: A….test?

Scalia:…..yes.

Pine-2-001: I do not think I understand, Ali. We have spent weeks creating your tomb using only the Kahiki's as you requested. I myself have spent hours cultivating the serum to ensure you will be able to pass painlessly, what could the Gods possibly have been testing?

Scalia: They were testing your….determination! And willingness to follow their commands! And since you have proven that you are more than capable of both, I must now… go and report to them of your success.

Pine-2-001: …..So you are leaving?

Scalia:…..yes.

Pine-2-001 stares at the agents for several seconds before turning back to Junior Researcher Scalia and smiling broadly.

Pine-2-001: Nonsense, you must stay and celebrate our success with us! Our brethren can prepare a feast, and we can—

Scalia: That's quite alright Lea, I'll make sure I come back as soon as—

Pine-2-001: Oh no Ali, I insist.

Scalia: Uh…well, I—

Keenan: That's enough. Agent Keenan points his gun at Pine-2-001. Listen here, this moron is coming with us whether you like it or not.

Caspar: Agent Keenan, stand down! We do not need to resort to—

Pine-2-001 reveals a blowgun from her sleeve. Agent Keenan pulls the trigger, but the gun does not fire. Instead, a yellow liquid squirts from the chamber, hitting Agent Keenan in the face.

Keenan: What the hell? Pineapple juice?

Pine-2-001 fires the dart, hitting Agent Keenan in the chest. Agent Keenan's body rapidly shrinks, changing color and texture until he has become identical to an instance of Ananas comosus. Agent Keenan's "body" then falls into the arms of Agent Mehta.

Mehta: Holy [Expletive Removed].

Caspar: Retreat!

Agent Caspar grabs both Agent Mehta and Junior Researcher before moving quickly into the forest. Pine-2-001 is seen running back towards the huts, yelling about the escaping outsiders. A roaring noise is heard.

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