Valkorion - SCP Sandbox III

Valkorion

Item #: SCP-5217
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures:
SCP-5217 is to be monitored by a minimum of one (1) Foundation personnel via CCTV feed at all times a guest occupies the room. Personnel must take note of guests’ check-out times and apprehend them for an exit interview/debriefing before administering Class A amnestics and ensuring they promptly exit the hotel without returning to SCP-5217 for any reason.

Testing of the effects of SCP-5217 on guests who spend the night is to continue until SCP-5217 can safely be reclassified as Explained.

UPDATE: In light of the discovery of SCP-5217-3 and the events of Incidents 5217-01 and 5217-02 the following updates to Special Containment Procedures for SCP-5217 have been implemented:

SCP-5217 is to be monitored by a minimum of three (3) Foundation personnel via CCTV feed at all times. Any and all personnel assigned to SCP-5217 must be both eligible for and granted temporary Level 5 clearance in order to view containment breach procedures outlined in Addendum C. These personnel must submit to and pass a check for psychological disorders including but not exhaustive to schizophrenia, clinical depression, and psychopathy once monthly while assigned to SCP-5217 and be administered Class A amnestics immediately following reassignment from SCP-5217

The door to SCP-5217 is to remain locked at all times, and its key is to be kept in a safe whose combination is known only to personnel with Level 4 Clearance or higher. This safe may only be opened with direct approval from the O5 Council, and the key must be returned to it immediately upon conclusion of its O5-approved usage.

At no time should the door to SCP-5217 remain unobserved for any reason whatsoever; however, absolute attention to the CCTV feed is not necessary to ensure observation takes place. So long as the monitor displaying CCTV feed of the door to SCP-5217 remains in the peripheral vision of at least one (1) observer, no containment breach of any instance(s) of SCP-5217-3 will occur. Refer to Addendum F for containment breach protocol.

As deterrent to unauthorized access of SCP-5217, its original room number signage has been relocated to what was once Room [REDACTED] and replaced with a sign indicating it is a custodial closet in which guests are not permitted. Any and all individuals who attempt to gain unauthorized access to SCP-5217 are to be administered Class A amnestics and sent on their way.

Description:
SCP-5217 is what was formerly known as Room 217 of the Stanley Hotel in Estes Park, Colorado. Its interior is visually identical to any other room in the hotel, and none of the furniture or objects within it have been found to harbor any anomalous properties independent from the room itself. However, subjects who have spent the night in SCP-5217 have invariably reported having a nightmare (hereafter referred to as SCP-5217-1) of themselves and/or a loved one being chased through the halls of the hotel by a malevolent humanoid entity described by guests as wearing a red Greek dramatic mask bearing an unsettling grin. It is unknown what results if/when the entity in SCP-5217-1 catches its target in the nightmare due to subjects immediately awakening with a jolt upon this occurrence. Approximately 25% of those appearing in the dream containing SCP-5217-1 have either died suddenly or been critically injured through non-anomalous means within six months of staying in SCP-5217.

Approximately 75% of subjects who have spent a night in SCP-5217 have also reportedly encountered an entity referred to by the hotel staff as “[REDACTED]” (hereafter referred to as SCP-5217-2), none of whom are included in the 25% who perish or suffer injury. SCP-5217-2 is described as an apparition of a middle-aged hotel maid dressed in 1910s-era clothing. She has been known to unpack subjects’ luggage, make the bed, clean the bathroom, and rearrange objects within SCP-5217 to her liking. Several subjects have reported making conversation with manifestations of SCP-5217-2 on subjects varying from baseball to vacation plans and marital advice.

SCP-5217-2 considered a hostile entity only when an unmarried couple spends the night in SCP-5217. During such a stay, subjects report a barrier of cold air found to be at a temperature of approximately 233 kelvins, or -40 degrees fahrenheit/celsius, separates the two when they lie in bed together. Some reports have also indicated objects flying about the room of seemingly their own fruition, malfunctioning electronics, slamming doors, and repeated whispers of the word “sin” in subjects’ ears in the same voice as those who have spoken with apparitions of SCP-5217-2 have heard in conversation with the entity. It should be noted, however, that SCP-5217-2 has never been reported to cause physical harm to any subjects meeting the necessary description for her to become hostile. What allows SCP-5217-2 to appear, to rearrange SCP-5217, to vocalize, and to affect room temperature remains unknown.

SCP-5217 also shows signs of cognitohazardous properties when subjects who spend the night exhibit symptoms of mental conditions typically associated with mass-casualty events by the American populace. These include, but may not be exhaustive to, clinical depression; intense grief, anguish, or stress; anger management issues; or a history of violent behavior. Subjects exhibiting any or all of these traits become instances of SCP-5217-3, which is the only aspect of SCP-5217 that poses any risk of containment breach. Instances of SCP-5217-3 exhibit no anomalous characteristics during exit interviews other than a vastly different report of the SCP-5217-1 dream (See Addendum B).

Despite subsequent amnesticization, however, instances will commit an act of mass violence exactly nine months after spending at least one (1) night in SCP-5217. During these acts, subjects show no emotion or remorse for their actions and focus primarily on causing as much harm as possible before it becomes clear they are about to be apprehended, at which point they commit suicide. Survivors of incidents describe instances of SCP-5217-3 as “unblinking,” “expressionless,” “creepy,” “ghostly,” “robotic,” and “soulless,” among other responses. See Addenda C and E for more information.

+ Addendum A: Discovery

+ Addendum B: December 1998 Testing Report

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Addendum B: December 1998 Report on Testing of SCP-5217
An undercover research team embedded themselves in the staff of the Stanley Hotel on ██/██/1998. A hidden system of CCTV cameras was placed in the room during routine cleaning and maintenance, and observation of occurrences within the room began from a small office located in a custodial closet on the second floor of the hotel.

Dr. ██████████ was appointed head of the SCP-5217 project and personally selected personnel for observation duty. Within one week of observation, anomalous voices and movements of inanimate objects were captured on CCTV, indicating the presence of SCP-5217-2; however, no apparition appeared on camera despite subjects seeming to look at and hold conversations with an unseen entity. Dr. ██████████ sought special permission from the O5 Council to utilize hotel guests staying in SCP-5217 as unwitting test subjects rather than the standard D-Class personnel. Given the unique nature and location of SCP-5217, permission was granted, and testing began.

As of this report’s submission, ███ subjects have rented SCP-5217. Of them, 100% reported having the SCP-5217-1 dream; 15% of renters have died unexpectedly and 10% have been hospitalized for life-threatening injuries within six months of staying in SCP-5217, namely [DATA EXPUNGED]. An additional 75% have encountered SCP-5217-2 in some form. It should be noted, however, that there is zero overlap between the 75% of subjects who encounter SCP-5217-2 and the 25% who perish/receive serious injuries following a stay in SCP-5217.

Descriptions of SCP-5217-1 and SCP-5217-2 have remained consistent across almost all subjects. Two subjects, ████ ██████ and █████ ███████, reported a noteworthy difference in their SCP-5217-1 dreams, however. Rather than being chased by an entity matching descriptions of SCP-2264-3, both ██████ and ███████ describe sitting at the hotel bar and conversing with the entity in SCP-5217-1. Both reported it as saying “Thank you for joining us. Your time is coming soon. I am here to help you prepare. You will know what to do when the time comes.” Neither could offer an explanation of what might be coming for which the entity would “prepare” them. Subjects were administered Class A amnestics and put under surveillance.

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Addendum C: Incident Report 5217-01
On ██/██/1998, subjects ████ ██████ and █████ ███████ checked in to SCP-5217 for a two-night reservation. Standard observation and debriefing procedures were followed; however, subjects reported experiencing the same previously unobserved version of the SCP-5217-1 dream. Researcher [REDACTED] ordered Foundation Agents Edwards and Steward to conduct surveillance of ██████ and ███████ (hereafter known as SCP-5217-3-EH and SCP-5217-3-DK, respectively) until it could be determined whether or not containment would be necessary.

In the ensuing nine months, Edwards and Steward observed subjects entering an emotionless, trance-like state for hours at a time during which they would build and test homemade explosives built using [REDACTED], stockpile firearms and ammunition, and go out for target practice. On multiple occasions Johnson and Richardson were able to enter the homes of SCP-5217-3-EH and SCP-5217-3-DK to document the contents of subjects’ journals and personal computers. When it became clear that SCP-5217-3-EH and SCP-5217-3-DK had come under the influence of some anomalous entity (presumably the instance of SCP-2264-3 within SCP-5217-1) which had plans to use them to cause a mass-casualty incident, Edwards and Steward presented their findings to Dr. ██████████. Security footage shows Dr. ██████████ denying their request to intervene, stating that “sometimes innocent lives must be sacrificed for the necessary advancement of the mission of the Foundation.”

Agents Johnson and Richardson immediately requested Class A amnesticization and transfer to another assignment. Their request was granted by Dr. ██████████.

On ██/██/1999, SCP-5217-3-EH and SCP-5217-3-DK entered █████████ High School in █████████, Colorado, armed with improvised explosive devices and several illegally purchased firearms. The following timeline of events is reconstructed from eyewitness reports, security camera footage, and the reports of local law enforcement.

TIMELINE OF INCIDENT 5217-01

11:10 AM
SCP-5217-3-EH and SCP-5217-3-DK arrive at █████████ High School in separate vehicles. Subjects set improvised explosives to activate at 12:00 PM.

11:14 AM
Security footage shows subjects placing duffel bags containing improvised explosives in the school cafeteria, set to activate at 11:17 AM.

11:17 AM
Explosives in the cafeteria fail to detonate.

11:19 AM
Subjects unveil their weapons and begin firing into the crowd in the cafeteria. Two students are killed, and ten more are injured.

11:24 AM
Three local law enforcement officers arrive on the scene. SCP-5217-3-EH exchanges fire with one officer. No shots hit.

11:26 AM
SCP-5217-3-EH again exchanges fire with law enforcement. Again, no shots hit. School faculty and staff begin evacuating the cafeteria of any mobile survivors.

11:29 AM
Subjects enter the school library. Once again, they exchange fire with arriving law enforcement, and again no casualties are sustained. However, subjects shift attention to those hiding in the library. They kill ten people and injure an additional twelve.

11:35 AM
SCP-5217-3-EH throws a Molotov cocktail, which fails to explode.

11:36 AM
Subjects exit the library and mobile survivors begin to evacuate.

11:44 AM
Security footage captures subjects re-entering the cafeteria. They attempt to set off the failed improvised explosives, but fail once more.

12:00 PM
Subjects return to the library. Improvised explosives in their vehicles fail to detonate. Subjects again exchange fire with law enforcement, but there are no casualties.

12:08 PM
Subjects commit suicide, low on ammunition and aware that they would be captured within minutes.

5:00 PM
The O5 Council, aware that SCP-5217-3-EH and SCP-5217-3-DK had previously been under Foundation surveillance, orders an investigation into the matter and proactively authorizes Foundation personnel embedded in local law enforcement to amnesticize survivors and implant them with false memories of the incident. These false memories were circulated through the media as part of a disinformation campaign designed to conceal the anomalous properties of SCP-5217-3-EH and SCP-5217-3-DK.

Following the internal investigation, it was determined that Dr. ██████████ had been aware of the possibility of a coming incident and had intentionally failed to request containment of SCP-5217-3-EH and SCP-5217-3-DK per proper protocol. In accordance with the unanimous decision of the O5 Council, Dr. ██████████ was terminated. The SCP-5217 project was subsequently undertaken by O5-█, who determined that one final test of SCP-5217 would occur and be performed as soon as possible.

+ Addendum D: Excerpts from the Journal of SCP-5217-3-SP

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Addendum D: Excerpts from the Journal of Foundation Researcher Sebastian Pascal, also known as SCP-5217-3-SP

April 30, 1999, 10:45 PM
The other researchers asked me to keep a journal of my experiences during this test, so I guess I should start with how I got into this to begin with.

A few days after the incident at █████████, a memo came out straight from the O5s requesting a clinically-depressed Foundation researcher with at least Level 4 clearance travel to Site-01 to meet with the Council. I was one of about 25 or so who applied, and when we all got there the Council explained to us what they wanted from us. Once they explained what we’d be doing, all 24 of the other researchers dropped out. They had me sign an informed consent document and before I knew it O5-█ and I were in a Foundation aircraft bound for a small airstrip south of Estes Park. She explained to me that I she would be personally overseeing the experiment and giving the research team on the ground their marching orders. It wasn’t long before we landed and I was checked in to SCP-5217.

The room is nice and comfortable, and it has a beautiful view of the Rocky Mountains out the window. If I didn’t know what else it had I would have had no inclination of anything anomalous about it whatsoever. It’s always these SCPs that end up being the most dangerous. Yay. It’s around about 11 PM, and the researchers in my earpiece are telling me to go to bed, so I should probably do that. I’m not looking forward to 5217-1, but I have to bite that bullet eventually

May 1, 1999, 9:15 AM
That wasn’t at all what I was expecting.

The dream was more clear than any other dream I’ve ever had. It was almost as if I’d been transported to some other dimension in my sleep. I was completely lucid the entire time. I was expecting to see that thing in the red mask in some capacity, and I knew what the reports had said ██████ and ███████ saw, but I still held onto hope that maybe I wasn’t actually depressed and maybe I would just have the “normal” dream.

I was sorely disappointed.

I found myself in what seemed to be a copy of the hotel bar sitting across a table from 2264-3. It chuckled to itself once it realized I was lucid.

“Relax, Sebastian, I’m not gonna hurt you,” it said coarsely, “I can’t do anything to hurt people when they’re in the dream. What is it you call it? 5217-1? Seems a bit too clinical to me, but whatever. I’d rather think of it as my playroom.’”

I tried to ask how it knew my name, but it cut me off mid-sentence. “I know everything about you, Sebastian. This is a dream, remember? Dreams all happen inside your head. Since this dream’s inside your head, I’m inside your head. Since I’m inside your head, I can know whatever I want about you.”

“So,” I said, putting two and two together, “it was you that caus-”

“Of course it was me you stupid sack of meat,” it snarled as it cut me off again. “Those jizz wizards were talking a good game even before they met me, but they wouldn’t have had the balls to go through with it if I hadn’t done it for them. You don’t seem to have any malicious intentions, though. That’s a damn shame. There’s so much potential in you for destruction and chaos! Just look at all the secrets you know!. You could kill a billion people if you just decided to open a few little blast doors. With me in charge, you just might be able to pull it off.”

“Wait,” I asked, “what do you mean, ‘with me in charge?’”

It just laughed and said, “See ya in nine months, asshole!”

That’s when I woke up.

NOTE: The following entry is believed to have been written by SCP-5217-2 while Researcher Pascal was engaging in leisure activities in Estes Park to enjoy his “last day of freedom.” The pages containing this entry were removed from Researcher Pascal’s journal before he could read it and attempt to carry out its request.

Dearest Sebastian,

I sincerely apologize for my inability to relay this message to you directly through an apparition; however, the dynamics of my situation do not allow for me to do so. As I am certain you will be aware upon reading this note, I am the “entity” you and your Foundation know as SCP-5217-2. I am also certain that you will wonder how I have come to awareness of my status, considering none of your people have ever come to speak with me. It is partly for that reason that I feel the need to reach out to you and your colleagues in this manner.

This room is a special place, one with a unique closeness to a world beyond yours - a world between worlds which your people already seem to have discovered and explored. The people who built this place meant for the door to this room to act as a gateway between the worlds similar to the one you found in the Tower of London. They failed, but not completely. In doing so, they gave a terrible, cruel being who lives there a conduit through which he can access human minds to torment them in their sleep and cause them anguish after they have left.

In choosing this room as my haunt I have inadvertently fused myself with the spirit of the room which allows the masked figure to enter your world through the human mind. It is because of this that I know what you saw last night. It is because of this that I know what he knows. It is because of this that I reach out to you today to attempt to warn you and your Foundation of what is to come.

Sebastian, I do apologize, but there is only one way to prevent your use as an instrument of chaos, pain, and destruction. You must die before he takes control. Find a painless way to kill yourself, or ask your people to “terminate” you. For the sake of your Foundation, its collection of oddities, and the world at large, you must die.

I am sorry.

Best Wishes,
[REDACTED]

Normal entries resume.

May 1, 1999, 8:02 PM
I just got back in from town to pack my things so the research team can get me to Site-17 to begin my containment and observation. There isn’t really anything relevant to the experiment for me to write about my day in town, but something of note did happen upon my return.

When I got to the door of 5217 I realized I’d locked my key in the room. I relayed this information to the researchers, who instructed me to attempt to open the door anyway. I did so, and despite all indications that the door was locked, it opened easily. Having seen this, I was told to lock the door again and they sent someone to try the door. It wouldn’t budge for him. It seems to me like this room is actively trying to attract guests like me to enter it and stay the night. That can’t be good news.

May 9, 1999, 11:38 AM
I’ve been in containment for a week now. So far it hasn’t been that bad. It’s strange to be the one studied and contained rather than the one doing the studying and containment. I’ve tried to be as helpful as I can, but there’s only so much anyone can do considering nothing’s supposed to happen until February 1.

For now I’ll just sit here and enjoy what I’m choosing to think of as a sort of extended vacation. I’ve got a TV, a comfortable bed, a nice couch, and as much food and drink as I want. For at least the first several months they tell me I’m allowed to have visitors and the freedom to leave my containment chamber (under guard, of course) on occasion. Honestly, I feel sorry for whatever researcher gets to read this whole thing. I expect most of it after my time in Estes Park will be an absolute snore.

Though the following months passed by without notable incident, several additional entries in the interval between May 9, 1999, and February 1, 2000, provide a unique perspective of the psychological affects containment may have on some humanoid items.

June 29, 1999, 9:07 AM
In a few days I'll have been contained for two months. Sometimes it feels like I've been in here for much, much longer.

I went into this thinking I'd have plenty of time to myself to think and attempt to improve my mental state. So far I'm right about the first part of that. I have nothing but time to think. The problem is all the thinking has only made things worse. I was imagining (naively, in retrospect) that I'd be able to pull myself up and out of this pit I've been stuck in for such a long time. For the first few weeks I thought that was what was happening. I managed to convince myself of that.

That was when the loneliness set in.

Sure, I get some human contact when they come in to deliver my meals and I have a TV in here that gets every channel imaginable, but it's not the same. I don't get to have any meaningful conversation about anything other than status reports on whether or not I'm noticing a change in my psyche or behavior. Even those have largely lost their meaning to me because it's always the same questions and same answers over and over again. I'm trying to be as helpful as I can, but I really can't do much of anything to help when nothing's happening to me.

February 1 can't come fast enough.

July 4, 1999, 9:48 PM
Normally at this time today I'd go out and watch the Site-17 fireworks display. It's always been a great morale boost for us, especially the ones who have the graveyard shift. Tonight's different for me though. Hearing the soft booms of the rockets exploding far above my head only reminds me of what I'm missing being stuck in here. Would it have been too much to ask for a skylight, or even just a big TV screen embedded in the ceiling playing a live feed of the sky 24/7?

I've noticed I've been trying to sleep as long as possible. I don't think this has anything to do with anything anomalous, though. It's just me not wanting to be alone with my thoughts anymore.

September 15, 1999, 10:19 AM
Why did I ever sign up for this? Who would ever want to sign up for this? It's absolute hell. My depression gets worse by the day and the loneliness is suffocating. What do I have to do to have some sort of meaningful human interaction? I thought my problems were bad enough before I signed up for this test, but I don't know what I'll do with myself once I'm out. I hope I'll get amnesticized. I don't want to have to remember this.

November 25, 1999, 6:30 PM
Normally I'd be going over to Mom and Dad's for Thanksgiving dinner right about now. This is the first time in my life I've missed it. The kitchen staff sent in a nice big plate of turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, and pumpkin pie, and it tasted fantastic, but it's not the same. It could never have hoped to be the same.

Every year since I can remember we'd start dinner by going around and saying a few things we're thankful for. This year is the first I don't feel like I'd be able to answer honestly. What's there for me to be thankful for? The pristine whiteness of the walls of this containment chamber cell?

Even if I don't feel like there's much for me to be thankful for, Thanksgiving has always been a time of reflection and reminiscing for me. This one has been no exception, unfortunately.

I've done a lot of thinking about why I signed up for this to begin with. I wanted a break. I needed a break. In my time at the Foundation I've only ever been assigned to work on child SCPs, because some test I took said I had a strong enough will to do it and it wouldn't break me. As much as I didn't want to admit it to myself, it broke me. Who wouldn't be broken by spending enough time with 1192, 706, 116, and 191? Right before the O5s sent out the call for test subjects I went to a psychologist and got my diagnosis: depression. The doctor suggested I try and take some time off, and when this opportunity dropped I figured it'd be a great chance to get away from those kids and relax a bit. Now all I think about is that this must be what their lives are like. I'm such a terrible human being.

The following entry was written on the morning of February 1, 2000. It is believed to have been written while Researcher Pascal was in the control of the entity from SCP-5217-1.

The Day It’s Gonna Happen, Whatever Fucking Year It Is, Too Damn Early in the Morning
I don’t usually make my instruments express themselves in any way while I’m using them for my own entertainment, but today’s different. I’ve got a pretty unique chance here to cause some pure, genuine, unadulterated, grade-A chaos and devastation. So I gotta be more careful than I usually feel like I need to be. This guy usually gets up around this time in the morning to write down some stupid bullshit in this journal. If he didn’t the guards and whoever the hell is on the other side of those cameras would get suspicious. I’m just gonna keep bullshitting this until it feels like it’s been long enough that they don’t see anything wrong. They know I’m gonna try and pull something today, so if I’m gonna make this work I’ll have to convince them I’m not running the show yet. Breakfast should be here any minute, so I’ll stop writing now and get ready for it.

This is gonna be so much fun.

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Addendum E: Incident Report 5217-02
At approximately 9:00 AM on 02/01/2000, Foundation Researcher ████ ███████ entered SCP-5217-3-SP's containment chamber accompanied by Security Officer ███████ ████████ to deliver his breakfast. What follows is a timeline of the containment breach of SCP-5217-3-SP which followed.

TIMELINE OF INCIDENT 5217-02

9:00 AM
Researcher ███████ and Security Officer ████████ enter SCP-4217-3-SP's containment chamber. Subject receives tray of food as normal. However, as ███████ and ████████ turn to exit, subject can be seen bludgeoning Researcher ███████ over the head with his tray of food. Before Security Officer ████████ can react accordingly, subject breaks his neck in a display of anomalously high strength considering his build. Subject retrieves Officer ████████'s FN P90 sub-machine gun and exits containment.

9:01 AM
On-site security headquarters orders Site-17 to enter Euclid-class containment breach protocol and dispatches 15 security personnel in the direction of SCP-5217-3-SP's containment chamber.

9:02 AM
Subject enters the nearest mess facility for Foundation employees. He begins firing at random personnel, killing 25 and wounding an additional 18. Subject removes a Level 4 keycard from the corpse of Researcher ███████ before exiting the mess in the direction of the on-site nuclear warhead.

9:04 AM
Security personnel enter the mess facility. A survivor indicates that "that bastard" exited in the direction of the warhead. Five security personnel remain in the mess to attend to the wounded, while the other 10 continue their pursuit of SCP-5217-3-SP.

9:10 AM
SCP-5217-3-SP gains access to the warhead control room.

9:12:09 AM
SCP-5217-3-SP, having followed proper warhead arming procedure, initiates 60-second countdown to detonation.

9:12:52 AM
Security personnel arrive at the warhead control room. SCP-5217-3-SP, presumably realizing not enough ammunition remained for him to successfully repel the guards, shoots himself in the right temple.

9:12:58 AM
Security personnel begin warhead disarming procedure.

9:13:08 AM
Security personnel complete warhead disarming procedure.

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