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3/XXXX LEVEL 3/XXXX

CLASSIFIED

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Euclid

First known photograph of a human-bred SCP-XXXX-D. Taken in the Brigham Caverns. July 18, 1917

Special Containment Procedure:

SCP-XXXX-H instances are to be kept in standard containment cells. Personnel needs to be armed with firearms of a caliber of .44 or higher. No fewer than three personnel are to be used when directly interacting with a human. If the host is not human, then personnel trained in handling dangerous animal life should be used.

Cognito Hazard: Respiratory protection is mandatory when interacting with SCP-XXXX-D or Q directly or while working with their substances.

If SCP-XXXX-D is human-bred, they are to be placed in containment cells able to withstand blows of eight-hundred thousand Newtons. The measurement should be adjusted to fit doubled the proportional strength of the animal the drone is derived from. Six or more armed personnel are to be used, doubled if they are born of any animal other than human. Firearms should be of a power and fire rate of a standard assault rifle or greater.

SCP-XXXX-Q dens should be detonated and collapsed in order to incapacitate it beneath the weight of the debris. Queen facilities should be two hundred kilometers on all axis both above and below the den's location. The site must house digging equipment as well as tanks.

Description:

SCP-XXXX-H (Hosts)

The species starts as a parasitic organism, growing from a living host which has consumed a golden honey substance. Over the course of three months, embryos of SCP-XXXX begin to form within large pustules growing on the host's back. Once hatched, the host dies from blood loss and shock and is eaten by the newborn SCP-XXXX subjects.

+ Host Symptoms Over Three Months

- Close

SCP-XXXX-H-3	The subject is Wilbur Thompkins, former field agent and medical doctor tasked with examining the village of Brigham Oregon for signs of anomalous activity. During his infiltration, Dr. Thompkins was implanted with SCP-XXXX. When rescued and contained, Dr. Thompkins became the first human subject hosting SCP-XXXX to be observed undergoing its effects in real-time. The subject has not been compliant with personnel, becoming violent when approached. Five D Class personnel has proven to be a requirement to incapacitate Thompkins, along with one of our more powerful sedatives.
Month One
Week 1	Host's skin begins to yellow, giving the false impression of liver failure which resembles severe jaundice.
Week 2	Eyes begin to enlarge as well as general, mild back pain. Subject is incapable of eating anything other than raw to rare meat and can only drink sugar water to keep hydrated.
Week 3	Back pain intensifies. Skin begins to itch, flake, and peel off.
Week 4	Lumps begin to form on the subject's back. The skin the subject has shed has not grown back. Instead, brown scaley patches have started to form over the areas. Porous in nature, but as dense as human bone.

Month Two
Week 1	Lumps have turned to boils. Boils occasionally twitch and pulsate. Eyes have enlarged to the point of occasionally popping of blood vessels. Scaled patches are beginning to appear hexagonal, akin to a honeycomb. Larger hexagons on the subject's back surround the boils.
Week 2	Embryos are beginning to form within the pustules. Personnel was tasked with obtaining a fluid sample from one of the boils. The subject became even more hostile than is typical of him. Subject began screaming that he could hear the embryos talking to him. In the subject's words, they spoke in a "musical humming". The subject had to be given twice the recommended dosage of sedative before becoming incapacitated. The fluid sample indicated that the boils were made of pus, blood, and an amniotic fluid with the consistency of honey.
Week 3	The scales have spread to thirty-percent of the subject's body. Eyes have begun to protrude at an even faster rate. It is likely that by next month that the eyes will risk damage to the eye sockets themselves.
Week 4	The embryos show signs of humanoid characteristics, as well as that of anthropoidal life. Multiple appendages including pincers are apparent. These embryonic sacs have grown to the height of twelve centimeter and width of twenty-two centimeters.

Month Three
Week 1	Hypothesis has proven correct, eyes have protruded to a size that is causing damage to the sockets. This along with several factors, has made the subject nearly blind. Subject has stated that he sees visions provided to him by SCP-XXXX. It is unclear if this is coming from the larvae developing on his person, a different instance of SCP-XXXX, or if they are merely delusions. The subject's descriptions are largely incoherent.
Week 2	Subject is under so much pain that he has become unintelligible. The growths on his back are of a size nearly twice that of last month's.
Week 3	The subject's larvae should hatch any day now. Containment cells have been prepared for their arrival.
Week 4	Subject XXXX-H-3 is now deceased. The newborns hatched, all three of them. They averaged to a size of twenty-four centimeters in height and forty-five centimeters in length and weigh three-point six kilograms. The host died immediately after the newborns hatched, from blood loss and shock. The amount of blood generated by the subject during this entire process was seven and a quarter times more than the average human being of his age, size, and weight. The newborns immediately attempted to eat the subject's corpse and had to be forcibly removed by personnel.

SCP-XXXX-D (Drones)

Drones tend to exhibit intelligence on par with their host. Human-bred drones do not undergo a child stage of mental development, already being at an intellectual level similar to ourselves. Empathy for species other than their own is not present, though they are able to feign such things when interacting with creatures under their influence. Despite attempts, subjects have not been receptive to the possibility of mutual cooperation between our species. Drones communicate via a combined consciousness resembling telepathy. They release a violet cloud of spores that when inhaled takes root in the body and links them to this consciousness. Victims may initially show signs of resistance and individuality, but after prolonged exposure will lose all self-control. Once entering the body, spores do not dissipate over time. The more spores within a creature's body, the more control over the individual and at greater range. The maximum distance of this mental bond has not been discovered.¹

Drones grow up to two meters in height and weigh about ninety kilograms.² They have six legs that are a combination of arachnid-like appendages, as well as a set matching their host species in front of them. They have four arms. The bottom resembles that of a scorpion or a crustacean, their large claws are capable of severing human appendages. The top arms are inherited from their host. Drones have large pods on their backs which unfolds when releasing spores. Their skin is made of the same honeycomb substance as found on a host, and far more durable. Their torsos and waists mirror the general shape as their host, their skeletal structure differing only to accommodate the size of the creature. Drones have a strength two times greater than their host. Their faces are similar in shape to that of their host, mouth and eye placement being as expected. The eyes are insectoid and are suited for dark environments. They possess no ears or nasal passages, large antennae serving a similar function. Their mouths resemble their host's, but with considerably sharp teeth. Covering their mouths are a set of mandibles, four-pronged, fifteen centimeters. Drones are carnivorous, subsisting only on meat and sugar water. There appears to be no preference as to the kind of meat or water nor the freshness of it. No drone in captivity has died from natural causes other than starvation or dehydration, which takes forty-six days to occur. There are subjects that are over a hundred years old and show no signs of physical degradation. Drones cannot make honey, only their queen can produce this substance. All forms of SCP-XXXX have only been found on land.³

+ Interrogating SCP-XXXX-D

SCP-XXXX-Q (Queens)

The age of these queens is estimated as being from the Paleogene period, possibly the Paleocene epoch. Queens reach a height of around seventy meters, a width of thirty-eight meters, and a weight of thirty-six metric tons. Queens are typically sedentary unless needing to relocate or defend itself. They possess insectoid faces and have the same mandibles, eyes, and antennae as drones. Queens have an external shell or skin akin to that of all forms of SCP-XXXX, though far more durable. Explosive rounds have proven less than effective. An exception to this is a soft lower middle section of presumably it's stomach area, which has udder-like orifices which produce its honey. When a queen is not producing honey, it rests this section in order to keep it from being exposed. Their bodies are anthropoidal, its sections and legs akin to that of a millipede, with an estimated two thousand, five hundred fifty-six legs. Queens have a large pod on their backs similar to that of drones. There is not enough data to determine the size of the cloud of spores it emits. Creatures exposed to a queen's spores immediately lose all degree of autonomy. The potency of these spores can induce memory loss, covering a span of five to fifteen years.⁴ Seizures, stuttering, slurred speech, and hallucinations are also possible side-effects.

All trespassers are to be apprehended or terminated. They could be one of them.

<Begin Log [June 4, 1917 7:38 pm]>
Interviewer:[So Mr. O'Malley, I've been informed that you encountered a rather harrowing sight. Some kind of "monster" I believe was what you said to the sheriff?]
O'Malley: [Yes sir, it happened when I was out hunting in the woods out near Brigham. It's not a place I ever really hunted before. But I figured since it's kind of remote that maybe I'd have a better chance at finding something good out there. Buck maybe.]

Interviewer: [I'm not familiar with Brigham.]

O'Malley: [Not surprised. It's not on a lot of maps. None I've seen anyways. And they like it that way.]

Interviewer: [Oh? And why is that?]
O'Malley: [Because they're a cult. Got kicked out of the local Mormon church for being too weird for their liking. I'm not of the faith myself, but I have some in-laws that are. Nice, good, people. Most of them. But the ones in Brigham, something's not right with them.]
Interviewer: [Have you met any of them?]
O'Malley: [A couple of years back. My wife and I were going to camp there. I guess we got too close to town and some locals hassled us. Told us to go back home or else they'd have to get their local constable out here and to "re-instruct us". Now, what the hell does that mean? Weird looking to. All yellow, eyes glazed over, one of them was a hunchback.]
Interviewer: [Why go back to the woods then?]
O'Malley: [I didn't go nearly as far in this time and I kept off the beaten trail. Plus, last time I didn't have my gun with me. This time I did. If they wanted to start something, I'd be ready.]
Interviewer: [I see. Now about the creature. This report says that you encountered it around 6 AM and it appeared to be a deer?]
O'Malley: [I saw the outline of it in the distance. Big one. Antlers like you wouldn't believe. It was eating something. I got in closer so I could get a better shot. And that's what I saw what it was eating. Black bear, decent size as well. Had its guts torn and stretched everywhere other than where it should have been. And then I actually looked at the thing. It had these giant boils on its back and sides. About the size of like a cat or something. It had something inside of them but I didn't get a good look at them. They twitched now and then. Had patches of its fur missing. Some of it had skin showing, but it was all yellow, sick. Never seen a deer have that before. And the other hairless spots had this weird, brown hard shell on it, little holes in them. Despite all that extra weight that thing had on him, he carried himself like it wasn't a problem. What kind of deer eats meat? Did it kill that bear? Why would it do that?]
Interviewer: [And you decided to fire at this deer?]
O'Malley: [I started to back away from it, quiet as I could. But it heard me and charged. Growled at me, bared its teeth like…like I don't even know what. I fired at it. The buckshot grazed the boils and it screeched. That slowed it down and I kept running until I got to the car. It caught up to me as I was starting the engine. Antlers got caught on my back bumper. I pressed against the pedal as hard as I could until I broke free, it ripped the bumper off. I went to the police as soon as I could. They acted like there was something wrong with me.]
Interviewer: [Well if it is any consolation, I believe you, Mr. O'Malley. I'll make sure it's taken care of, I assure you.]
O'Malley: [Was it sick? Is it contagious? Is that going to happen to me too?]
Interviewer: [I don't think so Mr. O'Malley. Your medical examination showed nothing out of the ordinary. It seems unlikely that the malady is airborne.]
O'Malley: [Wait, how did you get my medical information? I thought you just wanted to hear my testimony.]
Interviewer: [Goodbye Mr. O'Malley. Take care.]

<End Log>

Closing Statement: [Personnel managed to acquire SCP-XXXX-1 in the woods, as well as that of SCP-XXX-2, its mate prior to infection. Bodies of other wildlife with injuries specifically on their backs were found further in, just outside the town of Brigham.]

Upon initial investigation, a number of occurrences were found to have been reported on which pointed to further suspicious activities. Shortly after the United States entered what would later be known as the First World War, three officers sent to enforce the draft went missing upon entering the village of Brigham. This, along with two more instances of SCP-XXXX being reported in the woods and even closer to the village, prompted the Foundation towards officially recognizing Brigham as an Area of Interest.

June 24, 1917:

It was fortunate my family had good standing and are fairly well known in the Mormon community. More fortunate was that these Brighamites were in desperate need of a doctor. Their former one passed away a little over half a year ago.

Odd that no one gave me a time to attend church services since today was a Sunday, but honestly I'm kind of dreading that anyways. I left the faith years ago and now I have to listen to a cult talk about it. Still, everyone in town is friendly to each other. The community seems to have welcomed me with open arms. They even gave me a pot of fresh honey that they produced themselves. Best I've ever had.

Brigham Site

June 25

Good god. You should have seen the people I had in my clinic today. Christ.

While there were basic and common things I took a look at such as cuts, rashes, and some allergic rhinitis, there were by far more instances of what appears to be the preliminary stages of SCP-XXXX, as well as patients which seem to be almost as far along as that of SCP-XXXX-1 and 2.

It starts with the severe yellowing of the skin and eyes, akin to pronounced jaundice. Which of course at first led me to believe that something in the food or water adversely affected the citizens' livers. But there were a few peculiar symptoms that I couldn't immediately identify. Patients complain of intense physical pain. I asked where the pain was and oddly enough, mostly their backs, but not where the primary organs I suspected of being at risk are located. There were noticeably pronounced lumps on many of the patients. I asked these patients to remove their coats so that I could have a better look, but all of them refused to do so. When asked why they would not do so, each of them replied:

"You're still a newcomer to Brigham. There are things you aren't yet ready to understand." Whatever the hell that means.

Patients with larger, more pronounced lumps adopted a posture resembling someone with a hunched back. These patients had to have members of their family accompany them. They had difficulty speaking and maintaining focus as I attempted to converse with them. This is due to the intense pain. Their caretakers had to do most of the communicating.

These more pronounced sufferers also have developed a hard, porous substance on patches where their skin used to be. One patient had a significant portion of his lower calf peel off as I was examining him, to reveal more of this substance having grown underneath it. I acquired this sample, so when I return it can be properly analyzed.

The only issue these patients want treatment for is their pain. The rest of these conditions seem to be something they are willing to bear. I've no idea how this plague is contracted yet. I may need to be quarantined for the rest of my life if I come back. Damn it, why was I the one sent out here? I am glad that at least according to the report Adams gave me, the preliminary testing does not lead him to think this disease is spread by physical contact or through airborne means. I must be sure to disinfect my station as best I can to reduce the chances of fluid contact.

I tried to chip a piece of the porous substance off of a patient. The substance was too durable to be broken with such delicate tools. He spotted me doing this and knocked me flat with a speed and force I've seen only from the clinically insane and the anomalous. Thought I cracked a rib for a minute there. The man's wife apologized profusely as she dragged her husband out of my home. She dropped by a few hours later with a peace offering of a sort, more honey, and freshly baked bread. Got to take the small victories where I can I suppose.

June 29

Saw one of my female patients out and about today. One of the ones in the pronounced stages. She was incapable of walking a straight line. All of a sudden she started screaming and the large masses on her back began to move violently. I tried to get the people to get her over to my place so I could treat her. They ignored me. It took five men to get a hold of her and throw her onto the cart. The took her off towards the caverns. Looking at the place where she stood, copious amounts of blood and pus splattered against the dirt road, presumably from those growths. There was also a substance I could not identify and could not get a sample of.

July 1

Attended church. Honestly, with what I've seen so far, a little faith did me a lot of good. It was a thrilling sermon. I found myself more active and ready to participate than I normally would. I may be agnostic, but it hit home in a way that I needed.

Oddly enough, not once did Pastor Roberts quote a specific book of the Bible, nor mention Brigham Young. I still don't have an answer as to why they broke away from the Church. Roberts may not have quoted the word of God, but the spirit of God was certainly in him. If there is such a thing. These are good and simple people. They don't deserve whatever is happening to them. I'm more inclined to start believing in God again because with what I've seen here, the Devil is clearly at work, and we need all the help we can get.

July 4

I miss the fireworks in the city. The people of Brigham do not celebrate Independence Day, believing that not even for one day should we put our country before God. Fair enough I suppose.

I've been seeing fewer and fewer of my patients. Do they think I'm blind? Or just stupid? Maybe they just know that there is no point in trying to treat this anymore? These people aren't getting better, so they are carted away to be abandoned and forgotten perhaps? When I feel capable, I'll take a look near the caves.

July 8

I'm infected. I don't know how, the food probably. I can't eat anything other than meat. The taste of water makes me retch. In order to keep hydrated, I've resorted to putting honey in the water to make it palatable. My skin's turning yellow and I'm suffering intense pain in my back. No lumps or crust yet.

I should have done this earlier, but I sent the distress signal for you guys to extract me. I fear I'm already too far gone. If I am not alive by the time I'm found, burn this place to the ground. Take only what you need to try to find a cure for this and leave nothing left. Tell my wife and son I love them, and that I'm sorry. Sorry for not being around as much as I should have been, and sorry for, well…they'll understand. I hope.

I'm going to see what's in those caverns tonight. The best I can do now is document things as best I can. I have the gun you guys provided me. The other day I managed to talk my neighbor Fred to loan me a rifle so I could hunt with him and the other guys, so I'm taking that as well.

July 9

I saw them in the caves. Whatever they are. The missing Brighamites, the ones too far gone, are taken to join the community of whatever the hell was down there. They must not have wanted me to see things yet, I had not earned their trust.

SCP-XXXX is not a disease. It's a goddamn parasite. It was that honey. Do not eat it. They burst from the host, as big as a housecat or a small dog. It gets to a point where nearly four or five of them are across the hosts' bodies. The host appears to die instantaneously. The offspring then eat the former host.

I saw what they grow into as well. Horrible, awful things. I can't describe them. Not right now. My head is a mess. One of them found me.

It crept up on me, and something on it's back opened up and expelled this purple cloud. It has some disorienting effect. A mix of inebriation and cannabinoid in feeling. If there are any other adverse effects to the haze, I'll know soon enough. It's in my lungs now, no avoiding it. I managed to get away from it. I don't think any more of them saw me. I don't think any Brighamites saw me either.

I'm sending a new distress signal, one to warn you guys that you are in need of some masks and even more guns. I'm going to try to reach the safe point so I can hide and camp out until backup arrives. Fuck you Adams.

During Field Researcher Thompkins' time away, SCP-XXXX-1 and 2's (Later designated as SCP-XXXX-H-1 and 2 respectively) true nature was discovered. Had Dr. Nicolas Adams, the former head researcher observed and followed the mandatory waiting and observation period, this would have been understood. Dr. Adams was removed from his position and prosecuted for ignoring procedure, endangering personnel, manslaughter, and several minor but equally criminally incompetent behavior and activity. Dr. Bernard Sanders took over in Dr. Adams' stead.

Brigham Caverns. July 18, 1917

Interviewed: [Lieutenant James Collins]

Interviewer: [Doctor Bernard Sanders]

<Begin Log, [July 20,1917]>

Sanders: [The number of casualties of both MTF forces along with the citizens of Brigham is of a scale far above either estimated or acceptable levels. That, in addition to not following the specified containment procedure as given, has led many in the Foundation cause for concern. Mr. Collins, I need you to tell me exactly what happened in those caves and leave nothing out. Is this understood Mr. Collins?]

Collins: [Yes sir.]

Sanders: [When you entered the caves was First Lieutenant Phillips still alive?]

Collins: [Yes sir. We arrived with thirty-eight of forty men. Two from our unit were killed during our time in the village. After helping Zeta-5 with securing Brigham, we proceeded to rendezvous with Sigma-9 and Eta-3 in the caves.]

Sanders: [Were there any surviving Sigma and Eta members by the time you entered?]

Collins: [Yes. We met up with the remaining members of Sigma and Eta.]

Sanders: [They suffered casualties from SCP-XXXX within the caves?]

Collins: [Methane. One shot in that little pocket ended up blowing that corner of the cave and crushed them.]

Sanders: [I see. Please continue.]

Collins: [That meant that we couldn’t use our guns in the actual tunnels, not safely anyway. It was a disadvantage, but Phillips felt that we had the upper hand in actual combat prowess. He reasoned that if the villagers came down on us than that’d mean they couldn’t use guns either. And if they had guns out and began to take fire, then that would mean it would be safe for us to do so as well. Due to the personnel Sigma and Eta lost, Phillips was now in charge.]

Sanders: [How many were left?]

Collins: [Counting us, ninety-eight.]

Sanders: [Continue.]

Collins: [We pressed on. We started finding more evidence of life as we went further. Wheelbarrows, barrels, crates, lanterns. As we traveled, there were less and less visible stone formations in the cave. It looked more like the shells that were growing over SCP-XXXX-1. Occasionally in-between these surfaces, large and strangely curved whitish pillars were starting to show up. The frequency of these objects was almost routine, evenly spaced between each other. Signposts were finally being put up, pointing to which ways were safe and which were dangerous and what the danger was. It had a slight yellowed tinge to it, but it wasn't limestone or anything like that. They were too smooth, consistent, and perfectly formed.]
Sanders: [Did anyone take samples?]

Collins: [We weren’t really equipped for an impromptu archaeology expedition. We were sent to contain the threat, not to study it.]

Sanders: [Proceed.]

Collins: [The halls were finally starting to widen out. We stopped for a headcount. We were short six men. Nobody yelled for help to signal that they were lost. That’s when we noticed drops of blood on Phillips’ shoulder. We looked behind him and aimed our lights upwards. The ceiling was twitching, moving. Crawling. There were small glints of something black and smooth in-between. Eyes. But not like ours. Something…]

Sanders: [Something not human?]
Collins: [They screamed at us. They lifted Phillips up and just…tore him apart, one of these things, these creatures held him in place while another grabbed and pulled at his arms until he was split in half. More of them started picking some of the others off and began eating them. I knew I was the next senior officer, so I yelled at the top of my lungs to run on ahead into the wider space so we had a better chance to fight them. There was a light ahead of us. I wasn’t really thinking, I just felt that we had to reach that light. Light at the end of the tunnel I guess?]

Sanders: [What happened when you reached this light?]

Collins: [The place was massive. It had to have gone for miles and I could not see the ceiling. It’s hard to say. The Brighamites, the ones not left behind in the village were in this large canyon. The pillars from before, they were bones. And the ones in here were at least half as tall as the cave itself. Infected creatures were everywhere. They had boils on their backs that started bursting and miniature versions of whatever was on the ceiling hatched out, they started eating the people they came out of. There were even more of the bigger ones. There had to be thousands of them.]
Sanders: [What? What did you see?]

Collins: [I don’t know what I saw. All I know is that it was big. Seventy-five, seventy-eight kilometers maybe? A lot of it was resting on its stomach. It had the same eyes as the smaller ones and the same mandibles on its mouth. But it didn’t have the top or the arms of a man or anything like that like a lot of the smaller ones had. It was more like, I don’t know, worm-like? Like a caterpillar? It moved by slithering around, but it had thousands of legs and the same sets of claws the smaller ones had. We fired at it, threw explosives at it. No real signs of it doing any good. All of these creatures, including the big one opened up some kind of bulb on their backs and the air was covered in a cloud of violet haze. I saw it’s shadow coming towards us and people started getting plucked away.]
Sanders: [What happened next?]

Collins:[I had everyone retreat. Didn’t know where we were running to. Anywhere but here right? And that’s where I saw it. Gunpowder, dynamite, explosives. Maybe left behind by some miners? Maybe the Brighamites were planning an attack or an invasion? But I had some men grab wheelbarrows full of the stuff and poked a hole in the bags of gunpowder. As we kept running, we pushed them down a tunnel that had a gas warning sign over it. Then I ordered our men to fire at the trail we left behind. The whole damn cave shook. I don’t know what kind of gas or whatever else was down those tunnels, but it shouldn’t have blown like that. Not that much. The force of the blast pushed a lot of us forward and rocks started falling, crushing some of our own. We kept moving until we found an exit on the other side. There were only twelve of us left that made it out of there. I urged the commanding officers of Alpha and Zeta to send some men away from securing the perimeter and to set explosives near the tunnel where Sigma and Eta first found that gas leak. I did what I felt would keep us safest at the time. I couldn’t risk any of those things coming out. You didn’t see how many of them there were.]
<End Log>

All of them carried this symbol. What does this mean?

On February 27, 2017, a standoff occurred between Foundation personnel and a group of bioterrorists taking hostages in a factory in Newcastle Australia. An anonymous tip alerted the Foundation of insurgents under the control of SCP-XXXX who had taken jobs in the factory under false identities. The factory specialized in the production of, jarring of, and shipping of various jams, syrups, preserves, peanut butter, and honey. These bioterrorists had attempted to introduce SCP-XXXX-Q honey into the food supply, infecting the country on a scale larger than ever recorded for those under its mental influence.

The Foundation managed to resolve the situation with minimal casualties and apprehended the surviving insurgents. After interrogation and thorough investigation, the location of the queen's den was located on a private island off the coast of Tasmania. While the following battle between MTFs and the group resulted in the greatest loss of life of MTF forces since the first containment of 1917, it also resulted in the apprehension of the most SCP-XXXX subjects and suspects under their mental influence to date. Thirty-seven live subjects were recovered for study and questioning, and twenty-one of the uninfected were taken alive.

New data as pertaining to SCP-XXXX has been found (pending further investigation to confirm the statements made by those apprehended). There appears to be an even greater implication that SCP-XXXX-Q is not the largest and most dangerous of its kind that is still currently living. While allusions to such a thing have been noted in SCP-XXXX-D interrogations over the years, it has not been so consistently cited until now nor had there been much if any evidence to imply this as truth.⁵ However, recent large-scale seismic activity has been detected in close proximity to four of eleven known and contained instances of SCP-XXXX-Q. This activity behaves in a way that indicates that whatever forces are causing these seismic events is moving. Whatever is traveling towards these locations, they are of a size considerably greater than a queen.

Hosts, drones, and noninfected have all stated that whatever is coming, they are "lesser appendages of an even greater force." They have given a name to this entity, despite naming conventions not being a recognized feature in SCP-XXXX communications. It appears to go by the name of

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