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- The Right Hand
- Käse
- Hard-to-Scare Reptile
- Urreiiya and Laelanancau
- Every Morning and Before Bedtime
- Sundeer (sic)
Item #: SCP-####
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-####, when not in use for the purpose of testing, is to be left in safe item storage in locker 18a. Personnel with Level 2 clearance are freely permitted to conduct testing and interviews with D-class personnel provided they log their results and transcripts.
Description: SCP-#### is a blue school book-bag, previously owned by Dr. ██████'s son, who reportedly made use of it during his freshman year of college. SCP-####'s anomalous properties were only discovered after Dr. ██████ used it to store Foundation materials.
SCP-####'s anomalous properties manifest when any individual with a high school diploma is wearing it, and begins to affect the wearer immediately, and progresses in three stages:
STAGE ONE: Immediately after putting on SCP-####, the wearer (referred to as such) will experience a spontaneous emission of tears that is variable in intensity depending on the individual, and cannot be interrupted. The length of a Stage One event is averaged at three minutes and twenty-nine seconds.
STAGE TWO: Crying from Stage One usually subsides. The wearer will attempt to search in their personal storage for old school assignments, homework, projects, and portfolios. If the wearer has no collection of these items, they will sit on the floor with their head in their hands. If the wearer has intentionally recycled these items in the past by any means, they will continue weeping.
STAGE THREE: The wearer will locate a seat of any kind, and begin shifting through the recovered items. In some cases, crying from Stage One will have continued to this point, but lessened severely. If the wearer has not recovered anything, they will locate a seat, and continue to cry for at least a minute, usually with their hands covering their face.
STAGE FOUR: Whether or not past school documents have been recovered, the wearer will acquire a sheet of paper and a pencil, and begin writing a letter addressed to one or more of their former academic instructors. At this stage, the wearer's crying is usually mitigated enough that the paper they use will not be stained with tears. The contents of the letter are always a form of letter of thanks.
STAGE FIVE: The wearer will either transcribe the letter and send it to a former academic instructor by online mailing, or send it to the instructor's address via physical mail. If the wearer cannot find the online mail account or address of the instructor for whatever reason, they will proceed to cry, and keep the written letter in a secure area of their living quarters. The wearer will insist on wearing SCP-#### during the entire process.
Following the events of Stage Five, the wearer, even if SCP-#### is removed, will exhibit respect towards individuals with teaching degrees.
Addendum ####.1:
Interviewed: D-9806
Interviewer: Dr. Jung
Foreword: While in Stage One, D-9086 cried for two minutes and eight seconds before entering Stage Two, during which they cried for one more minute at a higher volume. Request for paper and pencil accepted. The letter written appeared to be issued to their history instructor from their sophomore year of high school. Interview conducted following procedure.
<Begin Log>
Interviewer: Hello, D-9086. I'm Dr. Jung. How do you feel right now?
D-9086: Somewhere between nostalgic and depressed, why?
Interviewer: You were crying for three minutes before you wrote your letter.
D-9086: Look, I… Yeah, the letter, it was… to Mrs. ██████, my history teach from high school.
Interviewer: Why were you crying?
[D-9086 sniffs.]
D-9086: She was nice, you know? Class was full of these jokers… there was always one thing that made the whole class laugh, and she always laughed too… like she was one of us.
[D-9086 inhales deeply.]
D-9086: But… that was it. That was the last class I had her for. I saw her in the hallway as Junior and Senior, you know… but she was never my teacher again.
Interviewer: Is that what makes you sad?
D-9086: No… it's that I never really told her how fun she was. So I sent that letter to, like… let her know.
Interviewer: I'm sure she knows, even without the letter. If you smiled, laughed, or what have you while you were in her class. Actions speak louder than words… you know.
[D-9086 pauses.]
D-9086: Yeah… I guess you're right.
<End Log>
Closing Statement: D-9086's letter was examined for any mention of the Foundation, and sent to the addressed teacher. A response generally thanking D-9086 for enjoyment of the class was received in the mail.
Addendum ####.2:
Interviewed: D-8766
Interviewer: Dr. Jung
Foreword: While in Stage One, D-8766 cried for three minutes and fifteen seconds before entering Stage Two and requesting access to artifacts. The request was accepted, and D-8766 spent roughly several minutes looking through the items. Request for paper and pencil accepted. The letter written was appeared to be issued to his mathematics instructor from senior year of high school. Interview conducted following procedure. Of note is that D-8766 is still in a lachrymose state.
<Begin Log>
Dr. Jung: Hello, my name is-… Are you… okay?
D-8766: I always sucked at math…
Dr. Jung: No, it's not for everyone, and I don't think that's something to be sad about in the long run. So, what's the problem?
D-8766: I was a… shitty kid in high school… mainly the final year. I'd fill up the trash with the plethora of paper planes I threw.
Dr. Jung: Weren't we all just cruddy kids back then? Who was that letter addressed to?
[D-8766 wipes the tears from his eyes.]
D-8766: My math teacher, though… Fuck.
[D-8766 begins to sob.]
D-8766: She was just this… sweet old lady. Let you take any test a million times until you got it right, never put you down if you fucked it up… I fucked up every single one of them and I didn't care- passed the class with like, a D. Shit.
[D-8766 hits the surface of the table.]
D-8766: She didn't deserve a little shit like me, damn it. She was just trying to teach. Trying to help us move on. I don't even remember her name. I hated math. Fuck, I can't…
Dr. Jung: We'll get the letter to her somehow, okay?
D-8766: I was shitty with all my teachers. I didn't know how much I'd need them. College chewed me the fuck up. I should've… paid attention…
Dr. Jung: We all make mista-
D-8766: You know what I realized, after I just barely graduated from high school? I started putting my backpack on when I didn't need it. I just started… unconsciously putting it on, like it was a part of me. Almost took it to my job one time. Dad- Dad took me on a fishing trip, once, and we were almost to the car when he turned around and asked me, "why are you wearing your book-bag?" I didn't realize it at the time, 'cause I was a stupid kid, but… I felt safer with it on.
<End Log>
Closing Statement: D-8766's letter examined for mention of the Foundation. Based on D-8766's background, addressed teacher identified as Mrs. ████████, discovered to now be retired. Sent, though no response received.
Addendum ####.3:
Interviewed: D-████
Interviewer: Dr. Jung
Foreword: While in Stage One, D-████ cried for four minutes and fifty-nine seconds before entering Stage Two. Access to artifacts accepted, paper and pencil provided. Letter was [REDACTED].
Dr. Jung: Hello, D-████. My name is Dr. Jung. Can I-
D-████: Hold on… Jung?
Dr. Jung: Yes. Is something the matter?
[D-████ squints her eyes.]
D-████: Wait… You taught [REDACTED], didn't you?
[REMAINDER OF INTERVIEW REDACTED PER DR. JUNG'S REQUEST]
Closing Statement: Dr. Jung and D-████ shook hands after conversing. Letter given to Dr. Jung.
Item #: SCP-####
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-#### is to be fed on a breakfast, lunch, and dinner schedule. SCP-####’s diet consists of vegetables, fruits, grains, dairy, and beans. SCP-#### is prohibited from eating, and will refuse to consume, food products of any type other than of the aforementioned list.
SCP-####-1 must be fed in the exact way and on the exact schedule as listed here:
- 05:00 Five (5) scrambled eggs. Prior to frying, crush and deposit egg shells into semi-liquid egg yolks. While frying, flip eggs at least five (5) times before serving alongside one (1) uncracked egg.
- 09:00 Ten (10) strips of bacon. While frying, apply salt along the length of each strip before serving.
- 13:00 Eight (8) whole chicken breasts. After cooking, cut open and stuff chicken breast with mustard, mayonnaise, and diced chicken before serving.
- 16:37 Forty-four (44) fried shrimps, served with mustard for the purpose of enhancement. Personnel serving shrimp must apply hand-based protection and hand-feed SCP-####-1 each individual shrimp. Personnel are to roleplay as each piece of shrimp in a manner implying that it is aware of its own existence and status as a meal. Each shrimp must be voiced, expressing a sort of confusion as it is removed from the tray, disgust as it is placed in mustard, and distress as it is moved towards SCP-####-1’s oral apparatus.
- 18:57 Six (6) breaded chicken strips. SCP-####-1 will refuse to consume strips unless a Blu-Ray copy of Chicken Little is playing while it is feeding.
- 22:21 One (1) serving of live octopus. During feeding, a looped track of Paralyzer by the band Finger Eleven must be played until SCP-####-1 has finished its meal.
In the event that SCP-####-1 enters a Stage 3 aggressive state for whatever reason, it must be fed one (1) D-Class personnel.
Description: SCP-#### is a Vietnamese-American male claiming to be twenty-six years old. SCP-#### has sustained extensive damage to its body as well and is missing some parts of itself:
- The distal phalanx of its left index finger, which is replaced by a rubber prosthetic provided by the Foundation.
- The skin of its right eyebrow, covered by bandages.
- The skin on the leftmost side of its lips, torn off, but no longer bleeding.
- 1/4 of the right side of [DATA EXPUNGED].
SCP-#### abstains from the consumption of pork, poultry, and meat of any kind, only opting to consume vegetables, grains, dairy, and other food products. SCP-#### states that the sight of meat causes it to become nervous and uncomfortable.
SCP-####-1 is SCP-####’s right hand. SCP-####-1 seems to be wholly carnivorous and has not been observed consuming anything that is not cooked meat, live meat, or scrambled eggs. SCP-####-1 will attempt to consume human flesh if it remains within close proximity to it for more than seven seconds.
SCP-####-1 becomes increasingly aggressive the longer it is deprived of food. While SCP-####-1 will eat any meat products, feeding it based on the products and the schedule listed above has proven to be the most effective means of deferring the escalation of its hunger.
Addendum ####.1: “Stages of SCP-####-1’s aggression”
STAGE 0 SCP-####-1’s natural state if fed consistently based on the schedule above. If not fed, SCP-####-1 will enter Stage 1.
STAGE 1 If SCP-####-1 is not fed at one of the times listed in the schedule above, it will begin to vocalize and produce sounds resembling a hostile canine, such as growling and barking, until presented with the scheduled meal it was not fed.
STAGE 2 If SCP-####-1 is not fed at two of the times listed in the schedule above, it will enter a frenzy and attempt to eat any carbon-based organic material near it until fed both of the meals it has missed. This includes SCP-####.
STAGE 3 If SCP-####-1 is not fed at three of the times listed in the schedule above, it will [DATA EXPUNGED] and attempt to consume everything near it regardless of composition. SCP-####-1 will remain in this state until fed a live, adult homo sapiens, after which it will revert to Stage 1 until presented with the next meal in its schedule.
[DATA EXPUNGED]
Feeding SCP-####-1 a non-specific meat while not in Stage 4 will temporarily prevent it from entering the next stage, however it will only revert to Stage 0 if fed the scheduled meal.
Addendum ####.2: SCP-#### Interview Log
Interviewer: Dr. Iris
Interviewed: SCP-####
Overview: SCP-#### was asked a series of questions pertaining mainly to its background and its connection to SCP-####-1.
[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. Iris: Hello, ####. Do you mind if I ask you some questions?
SCP-####: Do I have a choice?
Dr. Iris: Do you feel you have a choice? Actually, that ties into my first question. How do you feel about remaining in our custody?
[SCP-#### hesitates.]
SCP-####: I mean, hey, free food. That, and I don’t have to feed [REDACTED] by myself.
Dr. Iris: [REDACTED]?
SCP-####: You like it? It’s the name I came up with for… you know. My hand.
Dr. Iris: Do you… respect your hand enough to name it?
SCP-####: I… never mind. Forget I said anything. Next question.
Dr. Iris: Alright. Where did you grow up?
SCP-####: Philadelphia. Childhood was cruddy. Parents had to work the weekdays to get by, so I spent most of my time with my uncle and aunt.
Dr. Iris: Right. Any siblings?
SCP-####: Two brothers. One sister.
Dr. Iris: How are they getting by?
SCP-####: Why is that important?
Dr. Iris: You do not have to answer the question, if you so choose.
SCP-####: One brother has a wife and kids, the other one’s a wanderer. My sister’s managing an apartment.
Dr. Iris: How is your relationship with them?
SCP-####: I’m paying my sister a quarter of my paycheck every few weeks, but that’s about it.
Dr. Iris: You send money to your sister?
SCP-####: Yeah, she needs it. And, plus, it’s… repayment.
Dr. Iris: For?
SCP-####: I don’t want to talk about it. She sometimes refuses to take the money I give her. I’m certain the rest of my family doesn’t want anything to do with me.
Dr. Iris: Why is that?
SCP-####: Oh, it- it’s just a hunch. Just a thought I’ve been having. Would you want to be associated with a person whose hand turns into a fucking flesh-eating demon every few hours?
Dr. Iris: Well, that-
SCP-####: You wouldn’t. I know my uncle and aunt didn’t. They had this room they didn’t use. They put me in it and threw me a- a big, fat steak every couple hours. I threw up at the sight of it every time, but [REDACTED] gobbled it up like an animal. They fed me real food every once in a while, but it didn’t make it any better. I hated it.
Dr. Iris: How long has your hand been like that?
SCP-####: It’s been with me since I was twelve. The first time it happened was at… Thanksgiving dinner. I learned to live with it about three years after that. Uncle and aunt called an exorcist to do something about it, but no amount of salt could make it go away.
Dr. Iris: I see. Can you tell me more about it? Is it the reason you’re… [REDACTED] is missing?
SCP-####: I don’t like to talk about that, but yes. It’s the reason I’m missing my finger, the reason I’m missing my lips, the reason I don’t have an eyebrow, and the reason I’m left-handed.
Dr. Iris: I see. Have you ever tried to… amputate it? Your right hand.
SCP-####: Yes. Many, many times. And you know, it’s not because it’s, like, physically indestructible or anything. It’s because I always give up.
Dr. Iris: Could you explain?
SCP-####: You ever tried to… you ever wanted to do something- anything- really, really badly, but you just can’t bring yourself to do it? It’s like that. I’ll take a knife, some bandages, a tourniquet, et cetera, and I’ll lay ol’ [REDACTED] on a table and wind up, all ready to chop it right off. But then I feel this big voice in my head that prevents me from bringing down the blade and ending it all. You know what it is?
[SCP-#### pauses.]
SCP-####: It’s telling me… nothing will change. Whether I cut it off or not, I will remain the same. My current state won’t change.
Dr. Iris: Have you ever asked for assistance? Has anyone ever tried to cut it off for you?
SCP-####: I asked my sister, at one point. We got all the way to the point where she raised her arm up ready to bring down the knife. Then, she stopped, and told me that it wasn’t worth it. Honestly, I thought the same thing.
Dr. Iris: Why do you think it’s not worth it?
SCP-####: I… It’s hard to describe. It’s just… what’s the use, you know? It’s probably not going to work, anyway. It’s probably just indestructible. It’s probably just going to kill me.
Dr. Iris: That sounds tough. I-
SCP-####: There was this one time when I stayed up late at night studying for a test, right? Because I was still in school at the time. I fed what I considered was a meal that’d keep it shut for the night and fucked off to bed. Couple hours later I woke up to growling ‘n shit, and just as I opened my eyes it fucking- it lunged the fuck towards me, still on my hand, and tried to chomp my goddamn face. I saw into its mouth, and you know what I saw?
Dr. Iris: What did you see?
SCP-####: My life. Not flashing before my eyes, no- but while I tried to fuck it off away from my face, I saw myself in its maw. It’s not eating meat. It’s not even eating food. It’s eating my fucking life.
[END LOG]
Scheduling of cognitive therapy appointments for SCP-#### with on-site therapist pending.
Item #: SCP-####
Object Class: Euclid Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-####’s containment space must resemble an ernhaus1, supported and built with materials that would render it as such. SCP-#### is provided sustenance on a breakfast, lunch, and dinner schedule. It is advisable not to feed SCP-#### the same meal for any time of the day twice within a timespan of three days. SCP-#### has made a request to cook its own food, and asked that the Foundation only supply it with the ingredients necessary to do so [see Order Log ####-A].
Media granted to SCP-#### must be inspected and filtered beforehand based on the presence of any factual references to any known laws of physics, or claims of the credibility of the laws of physics, and promptly removed from the content via blacking out the material with marker. Any material mentioning spatial dimensions in a manner that implies there are less than three dimensions is to be kept from SCP-####.
Songs that end in a Repeat and Fade style should not be played within earshot of SCP-####.
Description: SCP-#### is a humanoid near-indistinguishable from a Caucasian male. It is sapient and fully capable of communication, and speaks English, German, Russian, and [REDACTED]. SCP-#### is only knowledgeable of human culture as it pertains to European regions, and although the entity is contained at an American site, it shows little knowledge of anywhere aside from Europe. SCP-#### is generally compliant with Foundation personnel and docile enough that interactions with it yield sufficient information as to what it knows, however it is reluctant to go into detail about iself. SCP-#### has insisted Foundation personnel refer to it as “Käse.”2
Since its entry into Foundation custody, SCP-#### has spent its time in containment undertaking mundane activities such as reading, painting, and singing to itself in an unknown language. This singing affects living beings and machines capable of auditory perception with adverse effects (see Test Log ####-201C).
It is unknown if SCP-#### requires nutritional sustenance, however it insists on dining from a selection of food consisting mainly of cuisine from regions of Europe and Eurasia.
SCP-#### possesses several inhuman features. Despite having the build and appearance of an average young adult, SCP-#### weighs approximately 321.3 kilograms. Most notably, however, is that SCP-####, if shown information pertaining mainly to the credibility of laws of physics, will enter a state of increased aggression. In this state, SCP-#### further displays inhuman properties that it does not normally possess, such as:
- Extreme physical strength, despite its build.
- Capacity to ignore physical damage, from small arms fire to .50 caliber rounds.
- Regeneration of its own body, slower or faster depending on how large or small the severed area is, respectively.
- Weight decrease to 262.8 kilograms.
- Protrusion of [DATA EXPUNGED] from the mouth.
- On one occasion, SCP-####’s skin [DATA EXPUNGED] from its back.
When in an aggressive state, SCP-#### will generally cause structural damage to its environment and the walls of its containment space, and does not specifically target personnel unless they are the ones to trigger SCP-####'s aggression.
Test Log ####-201C:
A microphone was covertly installed in SCP-####’s containment space, allowing for recording and testing of the effects of its songs (referred to as “hymns” for brevity).
Note: Now who the hell came up with that name? Hymns? That’s far too generous a term. Makes it sound like we’re praising the thing. -Dr. █████
Item: Oryctolagus cuniculus
Designation: Hymn A
Time of Onset: Effects manifested within three seconds of the hymn’s beginning.
Effect: Skin began to liquefy and rupture, thus terminating the subject. Analysis following the test showed that internal organs spontaneously increased to dangerous temperatures.
Item: A watch
Designation: Hymn B
Time of Onset: Effect manifested 2.67 seconds before cessation of hymn.
Effect: Glass on object shattered. Components of the internal mechanisms of object multiplied rapidly until [REDACTED].
Item: D-2867
Designation: Hymn C
Time of Onset: 7.89 seconds after beginning of hymn.
Effect: Subject’s muscle structure [REDACTED] the skin, killing the subject.
Interviewed: SCP-####
Interviewer: Dr. █████
Foreword: SCP-#### was interviewed and asked several questions as to its nature.
[Begin Log]
Dr. █████: Hello, Käse.
SCP-####: Greetings, liedkind! How does the song of knowing reach your- your ears this cycle?
Dr. █████: Just… fine. [Shuffling papers] Song child, you said?
SCP-####: Indeed! You and your kind are beautiful, harmonious notes in the grand song of existence. [REDACTED] is a- a wonderful composer.
[Dr. █████ raises an eyebrow.]
Dr. █████: I… I see… So, you like music?
SCP-####: Oh, yes, for certain!
[At this time, SCP-#### begins singing Hymn B before it is interrupted by Dr. █████.]
Dr. █████: Stop!!
SCP-####: Pardon?
Dr. █████: Don’t… sing. Please.
SCP-####: Oh. Fair enough. I don’t expect [DATA EXPUNGED] to resonate with the more organic side of his audience anyway.
Dr. █████: [Writing on clipboard] Excuse me… did you say [REDACTED]?
SCP-####: Yes, [REDACTED]. As a sacri-
Dr. █████: No! I don’t want to hear it.
SCP-####: Fair, fair.
Dr. █████: [Shuffling papers] Okay… SCP-####, may I ask where you came from?
SCP-####: Pardon?
Dr. █████: Like, where were you born?
SCP-####: I’m- I- I think you mean born as in composed. I was composed in [DATA EXPUNGED].
Dr. █████: Compo-… right, right. When?
SCP-####: What do you mean?
Dr. █████: At what… well, how long ago were you… composed?
SCP-####: I’m not sure what you mean. I was composed then and I am composed now, and I have always been composed since.
Dr. █████: [Sigh] Well, when did you start being composed?
SCP-####: [REDACTED].
Dr. █████: Okay… [Shuffling papers] What… what are you, exactly?
[SCP-#### does not respond.]
Dr. █████: SCP-####?
SCP-####: Pardon? I’m sorry. I- I heard something… off-key.
Dr. █████: What did you hear?
SCP-####: [DATA EXPUNGED].
Dr. █████: You… What are you?
SCP-####: I'm an aspiring musician.
[End Log]
Closing Statement: At this time, Dr. █████ exited the room. SCP-#### was returned to containment without error and reclassified as Keter due to its knowledge of [REDACTED].
Note: I’d like to be reassigned, please. That thing creeps me the hell out and I get the distinct feeling I wasn’t supposed to know about half the things it told me of. I want my identity blackboxed. Dr. █████
Item #: SCP-8672
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: The entrance to SCP-8672 is located at Site-██. It is advised that only D-Class personnel be sent in for the purpose of testing. As it is currently, SCP-8672 does not pose a great danger to the Foundation or its operations.
Description: SCP-8672 is, for all intents and purposes, the interior of a "haunted house" attraction, the entrance to which is through a door in containment block ███ in Site-██. SCP-8672 exhibits anomalous spatial properties, as its schematics are not evidently part of the facility itself. The origins of SCP-8672 are unknown at this time; no earlier documentation of it exists, implying that it somehow "manifested" in Foundation containment.
The interior, surface area, and theme of SCP-8672 vary depending on the individual entering it. The anomaly most often manifests as the interior of a structure with wooden floorboards and plaster walls and ceilings. SCP-8672 is confirmed to have windows leading to an unknown location, however they are either too small to be effectively viewed through, or do not show specific details other than a storm at night.
Differing variations of SCP-8672 are to be considered and referred to as separate instances of SCP-8672. While each instance is unique in its own way, a number of details have been recorded as consistent among each instance:
- Dim lighting.
- The presence of plastic skeletons, white fabric as fake spider webbing, water vapor, and flickering lights as set-pieces of the attraction.
- Sounds such as cackling, moaning, and screaming, played at random times throughout the attraction.
- At least one jump-scare, stylized to resemble a subject of the participant's greatest fear.
Cross-testingGears!SCP objectsGears!withGEARS!! SCP-8672 isCHARLES GEARS!!pending approval
”KAWGG!!”
The pounding of Dr. Bright’s footsteps towards his office interrupted Gears’ reading of the SCP-8672 file. “GEARS!!”
Item #: SCP-####
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: If SCP-####-1 and SCP-####-2 do not show conclusive signs of shifting their trajectory within seven years, Emergency Protocol ARK must be implemented immediately. Supplies critical to the safe execution of Protocol ARK, including oxygen supplies, provisions, repair capabilities, and terraformers, should be inspected weekly for any damage.
All Foundation Deep-Space LOOKOUT installations residing in the predicted path of SCP-####-1 and SCP-####-2 must observe the movements and actions of both objects.
Description: SCP-#### is a bright nebular structure in the Alpha Piscis Austrini constellation, formed from the supernova remnants of the star Fomalhaut, where evidence of altered reality has been detected. SCP-#### is a Magnitude 4 Universal Breach3 located in the center of the Fomalhaut Nebula, formed by the supernova remnants of Fomalhaut. It is believed that SCP-#### originated at the center of the star, causing its supernova.
Foundation deep-space installations recorded an increase in luminosity from the center of the nebula where SCP-#### was found to have opened. Soon after, the constituent gases of the nebula were observed moving in the direction of two objects, designated as SCP-####-1 and SCP-####-2, due to their gravitational pull.
SCP-####-1 is a spherical mass composed of large clumps of dark grey hair roughly 1,000km in diameter. SCP-####-1 constantly expels a radiant stream of matter from itself, the composition of which is unknown, though it uses this as propulsion through space. Large-scale sensor readings suggest that the center of SCP-####-1 is 1,000,000 K in temperature as well as extremely radioactive.
As a result of exiting SCP-#### first, a small portion of Fomalhaut’s remnants orbit SCP-####-1. At annual intervals, the stellar material surrounding SCP-####-1 is directed to the front of the entity, and seemingly absorbed into it. It emits periodic flashes of bright light from its core, visible behind its “hair,” in rhythms strongly resembling English morse code. SCP-####-1’s flashing, when translated to Morse code, depict messages primarily consisting of concise demands to be “helped.”
SCP-####-2, which emerged from SCP-#### shortly after SCP-####-1, most closely resembles an avian lifeform,4 white in coloration with physical features such as an elongated neck, an ovate torso, lack of plumage, lack of a beak, and, as opposed to feet, 300 differently-sized pairs of wings along its body, with a large tail wing at its rear. Results of scaling involving local star systems as a comparison have implied that SCP-####-2 is at least 2,000km in length and 1,000km in width at its largest point, with a maximum wingspan of 3,000km.
The smaller of SCP-####-2’s wings take hours in real time to flap once, while the larger wings appear to take up to several years. It is unknown how, or even if, SCP-####-2 generates thrust using its wings in space. When directly behind SCP-####-1, SCP-####-2 will open its mouth consume the stream of matter expelled from the rear of the former.
The trajectory of both SCP-####-1 and SCP-####-2 have changed direction a maximum of five times in three-year intervals since their emergence from SCP-####. Assuming that SCP-####-1 and SCP-####-2 maintain their current trajectory and speed, SCP-####-1 will impact the Earth in ██ years.
Addendum ####.1 Testing with SCP-███ has revealed that interstellar communication can be established with SCP-####-1 using the aforementioned SCP object. O5 Command has approved continued use of SCP-███ to communicate with SCP-####-1. Below is a transcript of sent and received messages, beginning with the message sent during use of SCP-███.
[BEGIN LOG]
SCP-███: [REDACTED]
SCP-####-1: HELP
SCP-███: What are you?
SCP-####-1: HELP ME
SCP-####-1: DO SOMETHING5
SCP-███: Could you explain your situation?
SCP-####-1: I DON’T WANT TO DIE
[END LOG]
Addendum ####.2 On ██/██/20██, Foundation Agent ██████, embedded into the █████ Police Department, reported a local case to High Command. Several cadavers were found in a local abandoned church structure in rural █████, autopsies reporting causes of death as cardiac arrest. As the word “Fomalhaut” was written multiple times on the walls of the church in blood, Foundation investigation teams believed there to be some connection to the existence of SCP-####. During investigation, a journal, belonging to one ███████ ██████ and hereby designated SCP-####-A, was confiscated from the scene of the incident. A majority of the pages were torn from the journal, leaving only a handful left.6 Of the remaining pages in SCP-####-A, several written passages were left, written below.
The mental barrier between the muse and I is weakening, such that I can sense not only her thoughts, but her feelings. I feel that this might be for the worse. Her words reach me slowly and with care now, and she, as well as the High Ones, are afraid. Their world is being threatened. They all can hear Laelanancau shouting their names in rage, demanding to be released from his binds at the bottom of the universe. He curses them violently, and although I am not part of their great family, I feel the sheer terror that gnaws at the hearts of the High Ones as well.
Laelanancau demands for Urreiiya in particular, which does not surprise me, as it was she who tricked and lured him into his prison at the bottom of the universe during the early ages. Now, she cowers behind Charkel, who promises that he will protect her from Laelanancau’s hunger. Though, the muse and I fear that Urreiiya may bring about the downfall of the Great Council with another of her schemes.
I have told my followers nothing of the starving god’s rage, nor of the state of things within the muse’s world. I believe it’s for the best.
I am deeply frightened. Laelanancau’s hunger sees even the world beyond. He knows of my world and declares that he will consume not only the High Ones and their precious spiral, but also the vast cosmos with which the muse converses.
Laelanancau hints at the muse’s communication with other lands to the Highest One. He knows. The muse is now being questioned, and all eyes are upon her. Urreiiya’s face is twisted into an evil, awful grin. She schemes, I know it. While the Great Council focuses their attention on the muse, Urreiiya is plotting an awful scheme. We are doomed.
I can feel it. I can feel Laelanancau starving from beyond the chasm between our worlds. His hunger is a scorching, pounding ache at the edge of my mind. He wants to feast.
My followers- I have told them nothing. Their ignorance is bliss.
It is just as the muse and I feared! Urreiiya has begun her trickery once again. She whispers guarantees of power, glory, and her eternal affection in Thathonoaa’s ear if he attempts to slay Laelanancau once and for all. Even worse, Thathonoaa is listening! He believes her lies! The sound of Thathanoaa brandishing his arms in preparation for his battle with Laelanancau shrieks in my ears.
The muse has been reprimanded and imprisoned for communicating with other cosmos, though she maintains communication. She knows not what occurs beyond the cage in she has been locked, but she still hears Laelanancau screaming from the eternities below.
I no longer need the muse’s telepathy to feel Laelanancau’s hunger. My head throbs with the thought of it. He hasn’t eaten so much as a mortal mind in eons. He writhes in his cage, frothing at the mouth. His vast stomach aches with a ravenous, insatiable appetite. I know what he’s thinking. When at first he desired only Urreiiya’s hand in courtship, he now, more than ever, yearns to swallow her whole.
Though my followers do not share the same link with the muse that I do, even they sense that something is amiss. I have told them nothing.
It perplexes me, yes, but the muse has been released by a band of mortals. How they entered her holding and managed to release her with impunity from the High Ones is a mystery. According to her, they wield awesome power.
Thathonoaa marches slowly down the spiral of the universe towards the bottom where Laelanancau is imprisoned. He is under Urreiiya’s spell. The mortals say that they plan to storm down the spiral to intercept Thathonoaa. The muse says she will accompany and assist them. I pray they arrive in time.
Laelanancau hears the thundering footsteps of Thathonoaa from above him, and is ecstatic. He shrieks his delight. He knows what is happening and seeks to facilitate it, so he taunts Thathonoaa.
Thathonoaa marches faster down the spiral.
The muse is too late.
Thathonoaa has released Laelanancau, and draws his weapon in vain. He is swallowed before he is even aware. The muse and the mortals accompanying her arrive just as Thathonoaa disappears into Laelanancau’s gullet.
The mortals have wounded the starving god’s wing with a great mystical flame! I pray they can stall his advance.
Laelanancau persists. He thrashes about in mystical chains crafted by the mortals, sustained by the muse’s powerful voice.
Oh no.
Laelanancau bursts free, the mortals are not enough- he has devoured several of them. They flee, along with the muse, who carries them in her arms.
The starving god storms up the spiral of the universe and devours everything in his path.
Laelanancau is storming the Great Council’s fortress. The muse has evaded his hunger for now. The High Ones are mobilizing to bring a cessation to his rampage.
The starving god devoured the mortals so quickly. It was in an instant. His hunger- it fell over them like a storm, and then they were gone.
The muse has hidden herself. Laelanancau continues on.
The muse has been devoured, but I can still see. I see through the starving god’s eyes. The High Ones are gone, they have all been devoured by him as well.
Except for Urreiiya. She runs. It’s almost wondrous to see it- to see the goddess of lies finally receive punishment for all her misdeeds. She has hidden in the shadows of deception for eons, but now she will meet her end in the maw of her very first victim.
He has found her. Laelanancau has found Urreiiya.
What is she doing?
Fomalhaut.
Urreiiya made a hole in the world. That hole is the star Fomalhaut.
She went through, and Laelanancau follows.
They are here. They are massive.
My followers have perished. They knew instantly what happened and the shock overwhelmed them. I’m the only one alive. I’m the only one left. No one else knows of the universe beyond. Perhaps that is for the best.
Urreiiya cannot run forever, and Laelanancau will not stop when she is devoured. He will continue to feast on the cosmos until there is nothing left but himself.
If you are reading this, then please: Seek out the bright key, and use it to open the pale gate at the top of the great flower. It is the only way to reach the spiral universe.
Look for the heart that sings.
Do not look for me.
The page following the previous passage is stained with blood. It has been reasoned that the entry of SCP-####-1 and SCP-####-2 into the universe produced an overwhelming shock that caused physical damage to the writer. However, of the bodies found at the abandoned church, ███████ ██████ was not identified.
Item #: SCP-6###
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Any and all extant physical or database records of past SCP-6### cases are to be confiscated or deleted. Undercover Foundation agents implemented in public healthcare and medical sectors are to identify and monitor patients with symptoms of SCP-6###. Patients in public hospitals confirmed to be infected by SCP-6### are to be relocated to a Foundation site as soon as possible. The patient’s family, acquaintances and former physicians are to be amnesticized and fed a cover story of the patient expiring from a non-anomalous disease. Foundation webcrawlers are to monitor online medical forums for posts describing SCP-6### symptoms and apprehend the owners of the accounts.
Effective 28/7/2022, all infected individuals reported to have felt notably anxious during onset of symptoms and experienced audiovisual hallucinations and/or recurring dreams of a particular nature are to be incinerated upon expiration.
Description: SCP-6### is a rare idiopathic disease7 which affects Homo sapiens, with only 20 cases being recorded over the past 5 years since the first. There appears to be no notable correlation between infected persons, though it is far more common in adults than among children and adolescents.
Symptoms of SCP-6### infection include the growth of hard, keratinous stalks extending directly away from the face, mouth, and eyes, which are similar in tensility to hard plastic tubing. The growths begin behind the eyes, and at the back of the throat, and under the skin. This invariably causes collateral symptoms such as severe ocular perforation, dryness of the throat due to the stalks in the mouth absorbing excess moisture, difficulty swallowing, and eventually death by asphyxiation or malnutrition caused by inability to ingest food.
Attempting to truncate these growths has proven to be possible but ultimately ineffective as the stalks eventually regenerate after being clipped. While infected individuals typically expire from SCP-6### within 3 to 4 weeks, the keratinous stalks continue to grow to a maximum recorded length of 30 cm away from the face even after the death of the infected.
Addendum 6###.1: On 1/6/2022, SCP-6###-infected individual Bruce Hutchinson, 28, consulted his doctor and reported pain behind the eyes and difficulty swallowing, as well as notably increased feelings of being watched. On 7/6/2022, Hutchinson was rushed to a hospital, displaying symptoms of SCP-6### as well as seemingly unrelated periodic auditory hallucinations of faint, distant thumping increasing in volume with each day, despite Hutchinson living alone.
Hutchinson was quickly transported to Foundation care and confirmed to be infected by SCP-6###. On 18/6/2022, Hutchinson expired and the cadaver was transported to the Site-437 morgue.
On 22/6/2022, the Site-437 alarm was triggered when what appeared to be a gigantic, grey-skinned humanoid (hereby referred to as SCP-6###-1) holding a large canister in its hands broke through the perimeter walls and advanced towards the site. SCP-6###-1’s approach caused heavy damage to the site’s general architecture before it reached the site morgue, tore off the ceiling with apparently minimal effort and reached inside, immediately grabbing Hutchinson’s corpse despite its lack of eyes.
Upon retrieving the corpse, SCP-6###-1 deposited a thick, foamy substance from the canister in its hand onto the stalks growing from Hutchinson’s face. SCP-6###-1’s face then opened up, revealing [DATA EXPUNGED] using the protrusions on Hutchinson’s face before standing up and walking away, demanifesting along with the corpse 100m beyond the perimeter wall.
Addendum 6###.2: On 3/7/2022, Robert Brooks, 45, visited a doctor who happened to be a Foundation agent, and claimed to be suffering from late stage SCP-6### symptoms as well as hallucinations involving the sound of a waterfall at various times of the day. It was at this time that Agent Skye activated their on-body microphone. A transcript of their conversation is below.
Interview Log 6###.2
Interviewer: Agent Skye
Interviewee: Robert Brooks
<BEGIN LOG>
Brooks: —but it almost sounds less like a waterfall, you know? Not as (Stops to breathe) natural.
Agent Skye: I see, and these sounds started when…
Brooks: Oh, it all started five days ago.
Agent Skye: Right, and have you been hearing any other noises? Is anything else happening now that wasn’t before then?
Brooks: Nope, just the… Well, I had this odd dream last night. The past few nights, actually.
Agent Skye: Recurring? Do you mind telling me about it?
Brooks: Well, the first time, it started out, and I felt like I was hanging from something. Not by my hands or my feet, but I was in this little glass case. I’m in a little glass— no, it’s more like a plastic container (Stops to breathe) hanging from a bar, or something, and I can see outside, but it’s real fuzzy. I can see these huge shapes swinging left and right, this way and that way, and they look like people. Really big people, I’d say 10 or 15 meters tall on average. Giants. You and me, could fit in their hand. But the sights aren’t as bad as the sounds, because it’s loud as hell in there. (Stomps his feet) Boom, boom, all around me, everywhere. If it wasn’t all in my head, my eardrums would’ve burst.
Agent Skye: Anything else?
Brooks: Oh, it— kind of? There’s another one that gives me a similar feeling, but instead of being in a cage on a swing, I’m in some kind of (Stops to breathe) some kind of huge white space, I can’t move, and there’s a fishbowl or something over my head. The booming is back, but it’s not nearly as bad. This time, it’s just some rhythmic thumping in the distance, and for some reason it’s just so terrifying, like something horrible’s about to happen to me. I’ve had this kind of dream twice before, and on the first time I heard this, this loud metal clanging, like a lock’s coming undone. It ended there the first time, but…
Agent Skye: Yes?
Brooks: Last night? The clanging again, but this time, it doesn’t end. I see another one of those shapes, one of those big people. Utterly ginormous, and no other color but grey. ‘e just fades in through the whiteness, and I hear that rushing water again. But, like I said, it just doesn’t sound natural. It’s not a waterfall, it’s like a giant sink! And it really was a nightmare, because after that, ‘e grabs me, takes the jar off my head, and pours some kind of disgusting goop on my face. And then ‘e—
(Agent Skye ends the recording at this moment.)
<END LOG>
Brooks was relocated to a Foundation site on 14/7/2022 and expired on 21/7/2022. On 25/7/2022, his corpse was put in a casket which was then placed in an open, uninhabited field to avoid civilian witnesses. On 28/7/2022, an instance of SCP-6###-1 manifested 100 meters from the casket, retrieved it, and demanifested after moving 50 meters in the direction it came in.
Addendum 6###.3: As of 15/8/2022, there have been 45 recorded cases of SCP-6### infection. All patients have reported audiovisual hallucinations and consistent dreams involving large, grey humanoids.
SCP-6### pending potential Keter reclassification.
Item #: SCP-7###
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: A Foundation-made industrial complex has been constructed around the entrance to SCP-7###.