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Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept in a sealed box in an airtight room. The room is to be cleaned weekly, with a supervisor to make sure no particles of any kind are to be found inside the room. Both janitor and supervisor are to take a proper shower and cleanup, and are to be provided clean clothes by a security officer. They must clean up after themselves, and make sure they leave no tracks behind.
During transportation, SCP-XXXX is to be placed in an airtight standard secured chest and be escorted by three security personnel after the hallway has been cleaned recently. SCP-XXXX does not breathe, so its new cell should not be connected to any of the site's HVAC systems.
On the event of a containment breach, security is to disrupt magnetic properties of the subject via thermal explosives, as well as a flare to locate and recontain SCP-XXXX.
Description: SCP-XXXX is an entity in containment since █/██/18██ at Site ██. SCP-XXXX is an extremely electrical particle with a diameter of approximately half a millimeter (0.5 mm). It has extremely magnetic properties that attract many different substances in small forms as particles, such as dirt, sand, grains, sugars, salts, powders, and [REDACTED]
Note: Matter taken in by SCP-XXXX can be taken in larger portions as the entity's size grows, and potentially could extend to beyond Foundation control. Due to the risks of both Foundation and civilian life, as well as beyond in the risk of an XK-Class scenario, retrieval should be top priority.
SCP-XXXX is often in a harmless state when isolated from said particles, but can cause extremely electrical currents that can shock and kill anyone who comes in contact with the SCP. When possible, particles that are in the area will be pulled towards SCP-XXXX to form an entity. The entity will take the form of a humanoid male, but is capable of taking any form it chooses.
SCP-XXXX can increase and decrease the space between particles to change size and shape, and has control of its mass, being able to turn from a cloud into a solid object. SCP-XXXX is capable of speech, but the origins of its voice remain unknown.
Addendum XXXX-1: Discovery
SCP-XXXX was found in a candy store called █████'s in the small town of [REDACTED] in the supply closet after Agent ████ heard of suspicious activity in the area. The store owner, █████ Sr. confided during questioning the following:
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Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: A minimum of three (3) security officers are to be planted at the main entrance of SCP-XXXX. They are to be equipped with modified sound-proof helmets. Other of the smaller exits are to be closed off and have a weekly check. Any instance of SCP-XXXX-1 attempting to exit are to be terminated and incinerated.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a series of tunnels located at [REDACTED]. The main entrance is located at a vertical tunnel descending ██ meters. After descending on a platform (platform has been replaced for security reasons with a more secure elevator system, see Test Log XXXX-A2), a series of tunnels with surfaces covered with unidentified fungi. Any subject traveling deeper would receive anomalous compulsions to enter the tunnels to approach a form of “music” where these subjects have been found to be [REDACTED].
Test Log A1 - 3/██/20██
Subject: Three (3) drones
Drone 1 lowers into the entrance. After descending ██ meters the drone overheats and the battery dies.
Drone 2 is removed of all audio recording devices. Drone successfully enters site. After approx 20 minutes of exploration the drone loses connection. Tunnel depth distance from control was noted to be ██m deep.
Drone 3 repeats the above procedure in a different direction. After nearing ██ meters drone identifies a human cadaver in advanced state of decomposition. Unit places a marker that staff are able to identify.
Notes: The identity of the corpse was found to be one of the missing villagers.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
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Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept in a standard storage locker at a light containment zone at Site-█. Access to SCP-XXXX is open to all staff with proper clearance.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a 1998 F10 MPMan model mp3 player located at Site █. The object shows no visible anomalous physical properties.
SCP-XXXX’s audio files consist of approximately ten (10) Petabytes worth of mp3 files, all labeled names such as [REDACTED].
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A village burns among the outskirts of the mountain ranges. A wild elk gallops away from the site. It gallops throw the trees, panting rapidly. A scream is heard, and a Gaunt Man storms out of the forest. He tackles the beast, shredding it to pieces in a fit of rage. Nothing remains but patches of bloodstained snow. The Gaunt Man sat in the snow, unresponsive to the freezing temperatures. It sits and weeps as the wind blows.
A lone figure appears on the horizon. The stranger's face is wrapped away from the cold, and holds a long staff of twisted branches. The stranger stops, and calls out to the man.
"Are you lost? Do you need help?" The man makes no reply, sitting stiffly. The stranger comes closer, and lays a hand on the man's shoulder.
"I have a warm place to stay. Away from the storm. Would you like that?" The man turns his face to the stranger. Nothing happened. The two face each other, neither registering the other. The stranger unwraps her face. Two pale and colorless eyes stare back at the man.
"Come," She smiles, revealing her aged teeth.
"We can make it back by supper." She took him by the hand and guided him across the range.
The two enter a small wooden hut.
"Sit," the woman sets the Gaunt Man down at a table.
"Poor man. Are you from village?" No response.
"I will make you clothes. But first, eat." The old woman brings a bowl of soup. She takes a spoon to the man's mouth, baby-feeding him. He makes no effort to stop her.
"I could smell the village burn. You are a lucky man to live. Perhaps you had no time to wear hood, no? Poor man, feels very cold." She rubbed the Gaunt Man's back, feeling a rigid spine poking out.
"Dah, they did not treat you well now, did they?" The old woman left the room, leaving the Gaunt Man to himself. His sobbing had stopped.
"The store is now closed. Please exit the building."
The Assistant-
"Start interview." Said the old man in a lab coat. It had been about two years since the last incident. There were many more precautions, far more than last time. He was not alone. Armed men stood outside the glass, watching them.
"Hello 049. It has been some time."
"So it has. And may I ask…?"
"I am Dr. Daniel Ferguson."
"I do not imagine that your occupation will matter much, good doctor. The ones before you are ignorant of the pestilence I have tried to warn you of. This whole facility stinks of it."
"There is a reason I am here."
"Oh?"
"I am sick. Not with your disease, mind you, but something else. I only have a few months. But I have been permitted to volunteer myself for, *ahem*, your methods."
"You wish you provide yourself as my subject?"
It had been 36 hours. The surgery didn't begin at first of course. The Plague Doctor did confirm the presence of "the pestilence" in the body of 38 yr. old Dr. Ferguson. He asked him a series of questions, especially about his other disease that had driven him to volunteer. He had been diagnosed with a form on cancer approximately a year ago, likely having gotten it from working with SCP-████. It was a hard battle he eventually lost.
"I don't like this." One of the other researchers watched 049 work from the other side of the glass.
"It's been a long time." She jotted something down in her notebook.
"Notice he's trying to preserve the basic anatomy. Maybe he's making a breakthrough?" Said another.
"What would that mean for us? We don't need to deal with another monster."
049 was exhausted. The pestilence was incredibly stubborn. And it hid itself so well, camouflaging with the cancerous cells. But he had a very long time to prepare. He had reviewed his notes hundreds of times. He would not fail. He would cure this man.
He had been shocked to have a volunteer. So many were ignorant of the pestilence, and if anything, helped it infect so many. But not this doctor. He could not allow this subject to succumb to the disease. Not like so many others.
Everyone was shocked when Dr. Ferguson started talking. Even 049 was quiet as he watched his work. The subject looked uncomfortable, and he was very pale. You could see the veins all over his body. But it was a very interesting sight.
