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Item#: SCP-6000

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-60000's anomalous nature, it is currently impossible to locate, yet contain. SCP-6000 seemingly has knowledge of the intentions of people, and will not reveal itself to Foundation staff or any other entity with intentions of finding it. (With one exception. See Expedition Log-1). SCP-60000 has been reported in isolated places around North America, usually in a deserted area far from any major cities or urban locations. Foundation web crawlers are to be in constant lookout for any mention of people "appearing" inexplicably in an area. When a sighting has been confirmed, witnesses are to be taken under foundation custody, questioned, and administered Class-A amnestics. Any evidence posted online or mention of the appearance must be permanently deleted.

Description: SCP-6000 manifests itself as the subject's favorite tree, and only when in grave danger in a rural, isolated area. The tree takes itself and the subject to a pocket dimension of sorts, that is described as being in the season of spring, no matter what the current season was. All animals that are usually feral will become docile, and subjects described an overwhelming sensation of peace. SCP-6000 will proceed to heal and hold a conversation with the subject, all descriptions of the voice and mannerisms exactly matching the subject's grandmother, deceased or not. SCP-6000 has mended broken bones, closed large wounds and scratches, reversed effects of hypothermia, and more, all without leaving any scarring or markings.

Recovery Log 6000-1:

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Interviewee: Daniel Flack

Interviewer: Dr. Jen

Foreword: 9/27/2016. Daniel Flack is being interviewed by Dr. Jen, an undercover Foundation agent, after having been spotted appearing out of thin air in the behind the counter of Hotel Alyeska in Anchorage, Alaska. Foundation agents quickly took notice after the police were called to report a robbery and saw the surveillance video. All police officers and staff were administered Class-A amnestics and the surveillance video was destroyed. The Foundation took Daniel Flack in for questioning.

<Begin Log>

Dr. Jen: Hello, Daniel. I'm here to-

Daniel: Listen, I didn't want to do it, I swear!

Dr. Jen: Daniel, don't worry, I believe you. We just need to know how you appeared behind that counter.

Daniel: Remains silent for a few moments

Dr. Jen: Daniel, it's very important that you tell me what's going on, or else they'll think you actually wanted to rob the place.

Daniel: It's just that… god, this is crazy, you'll never believe me.

Dr. Jen: I'm not sure about that. There's a lot of weird shit I see in my job. Come on. Try me.

More silence

Daniel: I promised the her I wouldn't say anything.

Dr. Jen: …her?

Daniel: Listen, I know it sounds crazy, but she was talking to me! I swear on my mom she was!

Dr. Jen: Do you mind telling who "she" is?

Daniel: Sighs Well, I might as well tell you everything.

Dr. Jen: Please.

Daniel: So I decided to go on a camping trip here in Alaska. I've done it before with some buddies, but this time they didn't want to go with me. The tour guides wouldn't take me either, they all warned me of some snowstorm that would come in a couple of days. They all said I should wait it out, then come after it was over. I just thought, "Fuck it. How bad could it be? It's just a little cold. I've camped during a snowstorm." I thought I would be fine. I didn't think it wouldn't be that cold. I thought I was going to freeze to death out there. I'm pretty sure I was getting frostbite, I couldn't feel my fingers, toes, nose. I couldn't move, I was so cold, so I decided to cut my trip short. Tonight, the night I was planning on leaving, the storm really hit. It ripped up my damn tent. Jesus Christ, it so was cold, I couldn't think. I just got up out of what was left of the tent, and had the bright idea of just hiking all the way back I came from to my car! It made perfect fucking sense, "Let me just waltz through this storm to my car." I guess the cold was messing with my judgement. I was shuffling along in the snow, and I could barely walk. I couldn't see an inch in front of my nose, I'm not even sure I was walking the right way, it was so damn cold, I couldn't feel my arms or legs. I think I fell, I couldn't tell, everything felt the same. It felt like I was laying there forever, when suddenly, everything felt so nice. I wasn't cold anymore, I was all warm. I thought I died and went Heaven or some shit. I look up and I see this giant tree. Like, it's just this enormous tree.

Dr. Jen: Did you know what type of tree it was?

Daniel: Yeah, a Redwood. I camped at some state park in California and saw them everywhere. It's my favorite type of tree.

Dr. Jen: Go on.

Daniel: Sure. So, I stand up and look up at the tree. Now I really thought I was dead. All the other trees around it are the normal spruce trees from before. I looked around and as far as I could see, there wasn't any snow anywhere. It all looked orange from the sunset. I didn't feel any pain from before, I could feel all my extremities. God, it was unfathomably big. Just thinkin' about her makes my brain hurt. I'm sure that two side-by-side cars could easily drive through! I heard an old lady's voice ask, "Are you warm now?" Her voice was everywhere. It was the tree. I told her I was and thanked her. She made me promise not to tell anyone so they don't come looking for her. She told me she hates the attention. We talked for a long time, but the way she talked reminded me of my grandma. She had dementia and would speak really really slow. I think the tree had… dementia? Towards the end of our conversation she was just speaking full nonsense, just like my grandma before she died. I can't help but think that that tree was my grandma.

His voice begins to crack

Dr. Jen: Don't worry, take your time.

Daniel: Nah, I'm good. That's all I got, I'd like to leave now.

Dr. Jen: Thank you for your time.

<End Log>

Closing Statement: Daniel Flack was administered Class A amnestics, and MTF Mu-13 ("Ghostbusters") where deployed in an attempt to track, locate, and contain SCP-6000.

Note: This was before the knowledge that SCP-6000 will not appear to those actively looking for it.

Interview Log 6000-1:

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Interviewed: Sam

Interviewer: Researcher Austin

Foreword: Sam was picked up by Austin after being hitch-hiking with his dog. Sam informed Austin the he "appeared" on the side of the road and has no idea where he is. Austin began recording from that point on.

<Begin Log>

Austin: You're serious? You just popped up over there?

Sam: Yeah! It was crazy. I was walking my dog here, and suddenly I see a bear. It was just standing pretty far away. I wanted to get away as fast as possible so my dog wouldn't see it and bark at it.

Austin: Yeah, that's sorta common knowledge, right?

Sam: Yeah, but not if it's a black bear!

Austin: It was a black bear??

Sam: And a mean one! When you see a black bear, you're supposed to make yourself as big as possible. Look intimidating. Make a lot of noise, yell, wave your arms. Then it won't want to fight you. You have to exude confidence even though you're scared shitless. But it caught me so off guard, I was on the ground in a little ball. It started to hit me with its nose and paws, rolling me around, trying to get me to open up and get my stomach.

Austin: What did you do?

Sam: I tried to run away. But did you know that bears can easily outrun humans?

Austin: No.

Sam: I didn't either. I learned that the hard way. I tried running into the trees. I thought I would've been able to lose it. But it was right behind me the whole time. It hit me in my back and I fell face-first onto the floor. I felt it biting at me ear and the back of my head. It had it's big, heavy paws on my back. I thought I felt it break some of my ribs.

Austin: What the hell, man. How are you alive?

Sam: That's the thing. The bear just stopped. I sat up and saw the bear just sitting there looking at me with those beady little eyes. I looked behind me and see a giant tree.

Austin: What kind of tree was it?

Sam: A weeping willow. My favorite type of tree. All the houses were gone, and I could only see the tree, the bear, and an open field. My chest didn't hurt anymore, and my ear was intact.

Austin: Was it like another dimension?

Sam: Hell if I know. That's not even the weirdest part. It started talking to me.

Austin: The bear?…

Sam: No, the tree! She asked if I was okay.

Austin: She?

Sam: She sounded like a woman. We talked for a long time. While we were talking she said that I had to go, we've talked enough, and then I was on the side of the road.

Austin: You know, that's not even the weirdest thing I know of that exists.

Sam: What?

Austin: Nevermind. Now, where do you live to drop you off?

<End Log>

Closing Statement: Austin brought the interview tape and Sam to nearby Foundation Site-███ and Class A amnestics were administered.