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ITEM #: SCP-XXX
LEVEL-
CONTAINMENT CLASS: EUCLID
DISRUPTION CLASS: DARK
Assigned Site
Site-78
Site Director
Director McDonavick
Research Head
Junior Researcher Khells
Assigned MTF
Lambda-5 ("White Rabbits")
ITEM: SCP-XXX
LEVEL-
CONTAINMENT
CLASS: EUCLID
DISRUPTION
CLASS: DARK
Assigned Site
Site-78
Site Director
Director McDonavick
Research Head
Junior Researcher Khells
Assigned MTF
Lambda-5 ("White Rabbits")
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXX is to remain in the custody of GoI-466 (Wilson’s Wildlife Solutions) indefinitely or until further notice.
Description: SCP-XXX is a domestic cat (Felis Catus) belonging to the Bombay breed. SCP-XXX is of average size for its breed, weighing approximately 4.5 kilograms. It is equipped with an entirely black coat and what would have been two emerald eyes. Its most distinguishing feature is a large and pronounced wound cutting down the right side of its head and neck, traveling through its right eye, and ceasing halfway down its neck. The origins of the wound are currently unknown, though it is speculated to have occurred during the attack of a predator or other territorial animal. Wilson’s Wildlife Solutions will be providing any and all insights into the origins of the wound as possible.
SCP-XXX has the anomalous ability of being fundamentally and anomalously non-anomalous. It cannot be affected by and is immune to the effects of every known classification of anomaly that is currently in containment. SCP-XXX’s immunity includes but is not limited to…
- Reality bending abilities
- Thaumaturgic abilities
- Anomalous diseases and / or viruses
- Memetics and antimemetics
- Mnestics and amnestics
- Hazards (cognito, info, kineto, etc…)
- Miscellaneous anomalous abilities belonging to other critters! animals
Despite numerous attempts by Foundation operatives and staff to either replicate or transfer SCP-XXX’s anomalous ability to other anomalies or persons, it has proved to be an impossible feat (within the confines of what the Foundation can currently and realistically achieve and considers possible, that is). This impossibility initially necessitated SCP-XXX’s transfer to Wilson’s Wildlife Solutions and out of Foundation containment.
SCP-XXX: Supplemental
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ITEM #: SCP-XXX
LEVEL-
CONTAINMENT CLASS: [PENDING]
DISRUPTION CLASS: [PENDING]
Assigned Site
Site-78
Site Director
Director McDonavick
Research Head
[PENDING]
Assigned MTF
Lambda-5 ("White Rabbits")
ITEM: SCP-XXX
LEVEL-
CONTAINMENT
CLASS: [PENDING]DISRUPTION
CLASS: [PENDING]
Assigned Site
Site-78
Site Director
Director McDonavick
Research Head
[PENDING]
Assigned MTF
Lambda-5 ("White Rabbits")
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXX is to remain within a standard Foundation anomalous mammalian containment chamber at Site-78 while testing is being conducted. SCP-XXX’s containment chamber should be equipped with several low-end Scranton Reality Anchors, as investigations into the potency of SCP-XXX’s anomalous ability are ongoing.SCP-XXX is to remain within a modified Foundation human holding cell at Site-78 while testing is being conducted. Soon after SCP-XXX’s original containment procedures were drafted and placed into effect, it was quickly discovered by Foundation staff that its anomalous ability is not ontokinetic in nature, as the low-end Scranton Reality Anchors equipped within the anomaly’s containment chamber began to rapidly malfunction and shortly thereafter, lose their ability to stabilize the surrounding reality. After this discovery, non-anomalous sedatives were administered and SCP-XXX was placed within a rapidly modified holding cell before more Scranton Reality Anchors in separate containment chambers could be tampered with. Investigations into the potency of SCP-XXX’s anomalous ability are ongoing and have increased in priority.
Appropriate amounts of food and water should be placed within SCP-XXX’s holding cell at an appropriate interval and via a tray slot built into the cell’s sole entrance and exit. A pair of kevlar-reinforced gloves will be provided to any member of staff (or D-Class personnel) responsible for delivering SCP-XXX’s food and water into its containment chamber. SCP-XXX has proven extremely hostile toward any and all individuals.
SCP-XXX will remain within its modified holding cell at Site-78 while testing is being conducted. Any and all messages received by Site-78 from PoI-XXX (“Melissa N. Collie”) regarding the status of SCP-XXX should be redirected to Junior Researcher Carter Khells, who will answer accordingly and under the chosen masquerade of a veterinary’s clinic near Collie’s hometown of Eagle Point, Oregon.
Description: SCP-XXX is a domestic cat (Felis Catus) belonging to the Bombay breed. SCP-XXX is of average size for its breed, weighing approximately 4.5 kilograms. It is equipped with an entirely black coat and what would have been two emerald eyes. Its most distinguishing feature is a large and pronounced wound cutting down the right side of its head and neck, traveling through its right eye, and ceasing halfway down its neck. The origins of the wound are currently unknown, though it is speculated to have occurred during the attack of a predator or other territorial animal.
SCP-XXX has the anomalous ability of being fundamentally and anomalously non-anomalous. As of now, it has proven to be unaffected by both amnestic and reality stabilizing technologies currently in use by the Foundation. Further investigations into the limits of this ability are ongoing.
Addendum - 1 (Discovery): SCP-XXX was discovered by MTF Lambda-5 (“White Rabbits”) on October 6th, 2022. MTF Lambda-5 had been tasked with conducting a census of Eagle Point after a minor (and undisclosed) reality restructuring event took place, which necessitated the use of an airdropped and widespread amnestic flush throughout the small town. It was while recording this census for later inspection that SCP-XXX was discovered.
Discovery Log Transcript
Date: 10 / 06 / 2022
Overwatch: Junior Researcher Carter Khells
Exploration Team: Lambda-5 ("White Rabbits")
Subject: SCP-XXX / Eagle Point, Oregon
Team Lead: Lambda5-1 (Chi)
Team Members: Chi / Nu / Sigma
Forward: Transcript begins immediately before the inciting encounter for ease of reading.
[BEGIN LOG]
When the recording begins, MTF Lambda-5 is walking down an empty suburban street lined with rows of rustic townhouses on either side. Peaking just over the roofs of the houses are tips of the Douglas-fir trees that make up the dense forest surrounding the town. Each member of Lambda-5 is wearing a tactical gas mask. Chi carries a tablet. Sigma carries two industrial steel canisters on his back, attached to a hose and nozzle that he holds at the ready. Nu’s hand hovers over the sidearm attached to her hip as her eyes scan the environment before them. Lambda-5 walks in silence until Sigma whistles.
Sigma: Mark, ten o’clock.
Chi turns slightly to his left. Two figures lie on the sidewalk, unconscious. He starts tapping on the tablet.
Chi: Got it. One man and one boy.
Lambda-5 continues in silence for several minutes. Two additional figures can be seen lying in the street, unconscious.
Sigma: Mark-
Chi: Dead ahead. Got it.
Chi taps on the tablet.
Chi: One woman and one canine.
Nu takes a deep breath. Her posture relaxes as she plants both hands on her hips.
Nu: That’s it for the south-east side, right?
Silence. Several moments later, Khells’ voice comes through Lambda-5’s radio channel.
Khells: …oh! Uhhh affirmative, Nu. We should have all the data we need. You guys can start heading back up to the entry point and I’ll call in someone to come pick you up, take you back to Site-78.
Nu: Roger that, Overwatch…
Chi and Sigma continue walking forward, but stop seconds later when they realize that Nu is not with them. Chi turns toward Nu, who is standing in place and looking back down the street.
Chi: …Nu? Something wrong?
Nu is silent for a moment before raising her hand and pointing toward a row of wooden fenceposts in the distance. She drops her voice to a whisper.
Nu: (whispering) …do you see that?
Chi turns his head, following Nu’s hand to the fence. NOTE: Upon reviewing the footage after Lambda-5’s extraction from Eagle Point, it was revealed that the “thing” in question perched upon the fencepost was SCP-XXX. Its one emerald eye narrows at Lambda-5 but as soon as Chi’s gaze turns toward it, it leaps from the fencepost and vanishes into a bush.
Chi: Overwatch, what was that?
Silence. Several moments later, Khells clears his throat.
Khells: I’m sorry, I… didn’t get a good look at it. I’m sure it’s nothing-
Sigma laughs.
Sigma: …says the dead man.
Chi sighs.
Chi: Khells, the purpose of having an Overwatch on missions like this is because they’re supposed to watch over. You’re not just here to word vomit the same orders that we’ve all heard a million times already, understand? You’re another set of eyes, of ears. Another voice, another perspective. If you don’t treat this job with respect, then nobody’s going to trust you to do anything more. And I can make sure of that. Am I clear?
Immediately.
Khells: Yes, crystal. I’m sorry, I’ll do better.
Chi nods.
Chi: Good. We’re going to keep making our way back to the entry point. This time, I want you to-
Nu suddenly shouts.
Nu: HEY-
The door to a nearby house slams open as Nu draws her sidearm. A young woman steps outside, holding the neckline of her shirt over her nose and mouth. She’s frantic and panicked. She doesn’t seem to notice Nu’s weapon.
Woman: O-over here, excuse me! Come on, hurry!
The woman frantically motions for Lambda-5 to approach. Chi’s voice drops to a whisper.
Chi: (whispering) …Overwatch?
The sounds of shuffling papers can be heard over the radio before Khells responds.
Khells: I… I don’t know! We gassed the whole town, there shouldn’t be anybody-
Chi: (whispering) …they never told us what caused the restructuring event, did they?
The radio goes silent for a moment.
Khells: No… no, they didn’t. Right. Proceed with extreme caution, Lambda-5. Chi’s right, we don’t know what caused this… and I would hate for you to find out the hard way.
Chi: (whispering) …roger that, Overwatch.
Chi turns toward Nu and nods. She slowly lowers her sidearm. Lambda-5 starts walking toward the woman.
Woman: Come on, y-you need to get inside! There’s something wrong with the air, it…
The woman slowly trails off as she looks past Lambda-5, seeing the bodies on the street.
Woman: Oh god…
Chi: Ma’am. Would you mind telling us your name?
The woman is unresponsive. Chi raises his hand in front of her face and snaps. She flinches back.
Chi: Your name, please.
Woman: Wha… it’s Melissa, Melissa Collie. B-but my friends call me Mel.
Nu whispers under her breath.
Nu: (whispering) …Overwatch?
The sound of typing floods through the radios.
Khells: On it.
M. Collie: M-maybe it’s just the masks, but… I don’t recognize any of you. What’re your names-
Chi suddenly steps forward. Collie takes a small step back.
Chi: What is today’s date?
M. Collie: What-
Chi: The date. What is it?
Collie pauses for a moment before responding.
M. Collie: …October 6th. Who-
Chi steps forward.
Chi: Just one more thing… do you know where you are right now?
Slowly, Sigma begins to turn a valve attached to one of the canisters on his back.
M. Collie: This is my home… in Eagle Point, Oregon-
Chi sighs.
Chi: Thought so. Sigma?
Sigma raises the hose and nozzle towards Collie as she begins to stumble back.
Chi: Hit her.
Sigma nods. Collie turns and tries to run, but she’s grabbed by Nu, who holds her in place from behind with an arm around her throat. She cries out. SCP-XXX launches out from a nearby bush, claws extended and teeth bared.
Nu: What the fu-
Nu quickly drops Collie, barely managing to dodge SCP-XXX’s lunge. Collie lands hard on the pavement.
Khells: Chi? What’s happening?
Chi: Nothing, it… it’s just a cat. Sigma, spray her!
Sigma nods and pulls the trigger on the nozzle.
Sigma: Right.
As Collie begins crawling toward SCP-XXX, the amnestic gas from Sigma’s hose begins to take affect.
M. Collie: Duck, get… get out of… you’ve gotta… get… away…
One of Collie’s hands lands on SCP-XXX’s back before sliding off as she loses consciousness. SCP-XXX stops its approach toward Nu as its hissing slowly begins to fade.
Nu: Overwatch… you find anything?
The sound of more typing comes through the radios.
Khells: …she’s a civilian. But that doesn’t make any sense, how did she resist the first wave of amnestics?
Nu: …maybe the gas just never got to her in the first place? She could have been somewhere indoors-
More shuffling paper can be heard through the radio.
Khells: No… no, that’s impossible. Amnestic gas is designed to penetrate any surface that could stand in its way. It would’ve seeped through the walls, gone through the vents… I don’t get it!
SCP-XXX lowers its head and sniffs one of Collie’s hands. It paws at her fingers, spreading them open and rubbing the top of its head into her palm.
Chi: It doesn’t matter. There’s always room for improvement, even in our own operations. We’ll report the discrepancy once we’re back at Site-78 and let the Amnestics Division handle it.
Slowly, SCP-XXX raises its head and turns toward Sigma. Its eye narrows and its back arches upward. It hisses and growls as it begins stalking its way in Sigma’s direction.
Nu: Uhhh Sigma-
Sigma: Yeah yeah, I see it.
Sigma sighs, turning the hose and nozzle down towards SCP-XXX, who continues its slow approach.
Sigma: Mark.
Sigma pulls the trigger on the nozzle. A small cloud of amnestic gas forms at Lambda-5’s feet. Chi taps on the tablet.
Chi: One woman and one feline…
Chi slowly trails off as a low growl begins to emanate from the amnestic gas. SCP-XXX emerges from the cloud, low to the ground and teeth bared. It hisses. Nu takes a step back.
Nu: …what the hell? Overwatch?
Khells laughs, incredulously.
Khells: I don’t know, t-that goes against everything they’ve-
Chi: Overwatch.
Khells: -taught us! That can’t just be a discrepancy, it’s- it’s- it’s-
Chi: KHELLS!
The radio goes silent.
Chi: Solutions first, explanations later!
Khells takes a deep breath.
Khells: Right… right! Sigma, the other canister on your back should contain a highly potent nitrous oxide. Foundation mandates that one member of each field team be equipped with both amnestics and nitrous oxide. It’s really only supposed to be used when we’re recovering anomalies whose minds we need intact, but… innovation is the key to success, I guess.
Sigma: Sure.
Sigma nods, before beginning to fiddle with the valves attached to the canisters on his back.
Nu: Could you hurry up? I really don’t want to have to kick it.
SCP-XXX hisses and continues its slow approach.
Sigma: I know, I know… I’ve just-
Sigma grunts as the second valve snaps into place.
Sigma: -never had to use this thing before… there we go!
Nu: Shit, Sigma-
SCP-XXX launches at Sigma. Quickly, Sigma raises the hose and nozzle and squeezes the trigger. An almost entirely opaque gas floods from the hose as Sigma steps to the side, dodging SCP-XXX’s attack. As soon as SCP-XXX touches the ground, it begins to gently sway in place. Its growls and hisses slowly cease and its eyes begin to close. Finally, it collapses onto the ground, unconscious. Sigma walks forward and gently nudges SCP-XXX with his foot. He looks towards Chi.
Chi: …and one feline. Nice work, Overwatch.
Heavy breathing can be heard through the radio.
Khells: Y-yeah, thanks…
Nu whistles.
Nu: Immune to amnestics but not nitrous oxide… you ever hear of something like that?
Chi: No… no, I haven’t. Overwatch, what’s the plan?More shuffling paper can be heard through the radio.
Khells: Continue towards the extraction point, Lambda-5… oh, b-but bring the cat with you! We may have just figured out how Melissa managed to dodge the initial wave of amnestics.
Chi gestures behind him.
Chi: And Collie?
Khells clears his throat.
Khells: …place her back in her home. Gently, please.
Nu nods.
Nu: Got it.
She hooks both arms under Collie’s armpits and begins to drag her back inside the house. Sigma bends down and picks up SCP-XXX by the scruff of its neck.
Sigma: Package secured.
Chi: Alright, then. What now?
Khells: Now…
Khells sighs.
Khells: I’ve gotta make some calls.
[END LOG]
Addendum - 2 (Containment and Testing): After its recovery, SCP-XXX was placed into containment at Site-78. As the effects of the nitrous oxide began to slowly diminish, SCP-XXX became increasingly more aggressive toward MTF Lambda-5 and other Foundation staff who assisted with the anomaly’s containment. As the effects of the amnestic gas began to diminish in Eagle Point, the pretext of a nearby gas leak and subsequent power outage was employed to explain the loss of recent memories and lack of evidence to corroborate it.
As testing on SCP-XXX’s anomalous ability began, Junior Researcher Khells was tasked by Site Director McDonavick with conducting a second, follow-up log with MTF Lambda-5, inquiring about the status and possible results of said testing. This log is transcribed below.
Initial Testing Log Transcript
Date: 10 / 07 / 2022
Testing Division: Lambda-5 ("White Rabbits")
Subject: SCP-XXX
Research Lead: Junior Researcher Carter Khells
Team Lead: Lambda5-2 (Nu)
Team Members: Chi / Nu / Sigma
[BEGIN LOG]
Khells: …hello? Lambda-5, can you hear me? This is Junior Researcher Carter Khells, contacting you about-
The voice that interrupts is initially laced with static, gradually becoming more clear.
Nu: Loud and clear, Overwatch.
Khells chuckles, anxiously.
Khells: You can call me Carter when we’re out of mission if you’d like.
The radio falls silent for several seconds.
Nu: …sure thing, Khells.
Khells sighs.
Khells: Alright, that works… I guess. For the sake of doing our due diligence, would you mind stating your position and designation?
Nu’s voice drops to a whisper.
Nu: (whispering) …for real?
She clears her throat.
Nu: Alright. I’m a member of MTF Lambda-5, designated the “White Rabbits.” Within the MTF, I work alongside an operative designated as “Sigma” and our captain, designated as “Chi.” I am an operative designated as “Nu.”
Several seconds of silence.
Nu: …is that good?
Khells: Yeah… sorry about that. I just want to make sure that we’re covering all of our bases, not leaving any stone unturned.
Nu: Ahhh, don’t worry about it. I remember back when the higher-ups assigned me to my first MTF, I used to write up those After Action Reports like I was Robert Jordan. I may have actually spent an entire paragraph describing a nice-looking bush, once.
A short burst of raspy laughter can be heard in the background.
Sigma: Yeah… Mallory’s always telling me about your fascination with nice-looking bushes.
Nu: You’re about to get bushwhacked if you don’t shut your goddamn mouth, Sig. At least I know how to handle a little pussy…
As if on cue, a series of growls and hisses can be heard through the radio.
Sigma: Shit, shit… Chi?!
Chi: I got it, I got it… just hold… still…
Nu sighs, her voice sounding more pronounced than the others.
Nu: Sorry about ruining your professionalism, kid. He started it though, so… I guess the cat’s already out of the bag!
An ear-piercing laugh echoes through the radio.
Nu: You hear that shit, boys? Damn, I’m on a roll today!
Khells gently clears his throat.
Khells: So… how’s the testing coming along?
Nu: Not too good, I’m afraid. This thing’s really living up to the containment report. We’re currently on the reality bending test, but we’re having a bit of trouble even completing it… the thing’s really not enjoying being away from home.
Suddenly, another barrage of growls and hisses pour from the radio.
Khells: How are you planning on continuing the test, then?
Nu: Well, we were told by the Site-78 lab rats that we couldn’t use any sedatives during XXX’s testing period, as we’ve got no idea how that might affect its anomalous ability and the outcome of the tests themselves. So, instead… we borrowed an old beekeeper’s suit from the Cryptozoology Department and put Sigma inside! …it seems to be getting the job done.
Sigma: Get it, Chi! FUCKING GET IT!
More animalistic and predatory howls seem to emanate from the radio.
Chi: What do you think I’m trying to do? Just hold still!
As Nu continues, the sheer delight in her voice becomes almost palpable.
Nu: It’s the old carrot-and-stick, a tale as old as time! Put a walking scratching post in front of the cat to lure it in… and get the jump on it while it’s distracted!
Khells: Huh… that’s all well and good, but… just make sure that SCP-XXX isn’t really getting hurt, alright?
Nu: Oh, don’t worry. We’re strictly playing defense with this one. Sigma’s even got an old folding chair so he can block any lunges or swipes with something that isn’t his body. He’s like a lion tamer, but without the whip… or the ability to tame the lion.
Sigma: Fuck you, Nu. FUCK. YOU.
Khells: Alright, then… if you’re sure-
The explosion of a single gunshot suddenly rings through the radio, followed immediately by manic laughter.
Chi: HAHA, YES! Nailed ‘em!
Several seconds of silence.
Khells: …what was that?Nu seems to ignore the question.
Nu: Anything?
…a drawn-out and slow growl can be heard through the radio.
Chi / Sigma: Shit… / You’ve gotta be kidding me…
Nu: Oh well… hey, can one of you call headquarters and get the portable quarantine zones-
Khells interrupts.
Khells: Wait wait wait, what was that?
Nu: …huh? Would you relax, Khells? It was an anomaly that’s been sitting untouched in containment for years, not an actual gun. It’s an old Colt Peacemaker revolver, but the thing doesn’t even shoot actual cartridges. It fires localized pockets of extremely anomalous airwaves, meaning that when you’re packing this piece, reloading is technically a thing of the past. Now, these anomalous airwaves do completely shuffle the Hume concentration of whatever they hit.
Nu chuckles.
Nu: Only problem is, you’ve got no idea whether that concentration is going to plummet or skyrocket! …or stay the same, for that matter.
The sound of a pencil on paper can be heard through the radio.
Nu: …clearly, not “whatever” it hits is affected.
Several seconds of silence.
Khells: …SCP-XXX is supposedly repellent against all anomalous activity, right?
Nu: …yeah? Why?
Khells: Well, did you ever consider that when Chi fired the anomaly, SCP-XXX’s anomalous ability might’ve treated the cat’s body as if it was shot by an actual revolver instead of just some airwaves?
Several seconds of silence.
Sigma: …you know, when you put it like that-
Khells: You’ve gotta be kidding…
Chi: Hey, hold on a second.
Chi’s voice slowly becomes more pronounced.
Chi: Khells, is that you? Look, the desk jockeys gave us a list of approved anomalies that should be used during the testing period. This one was on the list, alright? And if it was on the list, they must’ve known that it wouldn’t damage the anomaly.
Khells: Huh… alright then, I guess it’s okay.
Sigma scoffs.
Sigma: Oh, but it was the worst idea imaginable when it was just us doing it?
Khells: …alright, you three seem to have everything under control! Keep me in the loop with any updates! Good luck!
Khells’ radio goes offline.
Nu: …whatever. Somebody get on those quarantine zones and disease samples. And please, tell them to double-check their goddamn sixes and nines-
MTF Lambda-5’s radio goes offline.
[END LOG]
To: 05-8
From: Lambda5-1 (Chi)
Subject: Thoughts on SCP-XXX
Hello, sir.
Recently, I’ve been thinking about more and more about our current project and I’m afraid that I have less than stellar news in regard to our objective with SCP-XXX’s anomalous ability. See, PoI-XXX (“Melissa N. Collie”) had been in close proximity with SCP-XXX for nearly three years prior to the incident in Eagle Point. And while it’s true that (in theory) their proximity to one another could be reason for Collie’s immunity to the initial wave of amnestics throughout the town, she was completely susceptible to a second and much smaller dosage administered directly to her by my team, MTF Lambda-5. So, while (again, in theory) she may have inherited a minuscule fraction of SCP-XXX’s anomalous property because of their proximity, it would be nowhere near to the degree of SCP-XXX’s original anomaly.
That being said, if we were to move forward and continue testing with SCP-XXX, our timetable would most likely be counted in years and perhaps even decades, far beyond the lifespan of a non-anomalous cat. And I can’t help but fear that the return on this investment would be almost nothing compared to what we would have to put into it. Especially if three years of exposure to SCP-XXX results in only a theoretical immunity to an initial wave of amnestics. And on top of all that… it is also entirely possible that Collie just got lucky. That she discovered some way to hide herself from the amnestics as soon as she saw bodies starting to drop. Forgive my being flippant, sir. But I think it’s safe to assume that we both realize just how heavily our Foundation also relies upon being in the right place at the right time. Unfortunately, there’s just no way to test Collie’s theoretical inheritance. If she couldn’t handle amnestics, I doubt that she’s be immune to anything greater. Continuing this experiment (in my opinion) would be a waste of resources, resources that could be put toward investigating and repairing any damage from the aftermath of the incident in Eagle Point and the surrounding area. I apologize for the lack of results, sir. Thank you.
Lambda5-1 (Chi)
To: Lambda5-1 (Chi)
From: 05-8, The Warden
Subject: Re: Thoughts on SCP-XXX
Thank you, Chi.
Your work and accompanying reports have been truly informative and thorough, as I’ve come to expect from you and your team. You raise several very competent points of interest regarding our continued investigation into SCP-XXX and its previous keeper. Director McDonavick and I are in the midst of discussing how best to proceed and I am certain that more than a few of your own talking points will be addressed.
Despite this, our final decision will most likely hinge upon whatever information can be gathered via Junior Researcher Khells’ supplemental interview / investigation. I am also aware of the ongoing status of SCP-XXX’s testing. I am debating on whether or not to allow the Junior Researcher to compile all available data into the final report that will not only be sent to the Site Director and myself, but will also be used in SCP-XXX’s official documentation in the Foundation’s database. With that in mind… how has Khells been conducting himself in the presence of you and your team? How has he been faring during this investigation? Speak truthfully, my friend. Our Foundation sits firmly in the palm of his hand… in all of their hands. I eagerly await your reply.
05-8, The Warden
To: 05-8
From: Lambda5-1 (Chi)
Subject: Re: Thoughts on SCP-XXX
It’s nice to hear from you, sir.
I’m happy to hear that my team and I could provide you and the Site Director with some useful information. Please, don’t hesitate to inform me or my team of anything that we can do to assist with making the final decision. I know how important this project is for you.
And yes, I did hear about your approval of Khells’ request to conduct a veiled interview with PoI-XXX. As for your questions about the young man himself… yes, I do believe that you should allow him a greater amount of control over the outcome of this operation. For the time that I’ve known him, he’s treated my team with nothing but respect. He’s lacking in self-confidence, but it would be a severe lapse of judgment to mistake him as mindlessly obedient. He’s expressed an extreme curiosity, which in our line of business, can be a person’s greatest quality… or the cause of their downfall. He questions things… things about our operations and things about the nature of certain anomalies that I would’ve never even considered. He’s smart… smarter than I was at his age, anyway. So… yes. I think that handing him the reigns and giving him the opportunity to show some initiative after his interview would be a good idea. Truth be told, I’m also quite curious as to how he’ll fare in the driver’s seat. Thank you, sir.
Lambda5-1 (Chi)
Addendum - 3 (Supplemental Interview): With permission from the Site Director of Site-78, Junior Researcher Carter Khells sent an email to PoI-XXX claiming to be a veterinary’s office in possession of her pet cat that was lost during the gas leak and resulting power outage. Khells requested that she visit the Foundation commandeered office as soon as possible for more information. Collie arrived less than an hour after the email was sent. The log below is the transcript of their interview.
Supplemental Interview Log Transcript
Date: 10 / 08 / 2022
Interviewed: PoI-XXX (Melissa N. Collie)
Interviewer: Junior Researcher Carter Khells
Subject: SCP-XXX
Forward: As stated above, this supplemental interview was conducted in a less than Foundation official manner and under the guise of a standard veterinary's clinic meeting. This should account for any discrepancies that may be found within the interview.
[BEGIN LOG]
As the recording begins, Khells clears his throat.
Khells: Test… test… test… 1, 2, 3… alright. It is currently 8:30 a.m. on October 8th, 2022. PoI-XXX… Melissa N. Collie should be arriving any minute now for her interview.
Khells takes a moment to breathe.
Khells: …my job is to determine whether she knew about or had a hand in creating SCP-XXX’s anomalous ability. You were ordered by your Site Director to report your findings directly to 05-8… directly to-
The door to Khells’ office is suddenly thrown open as Collie enters, her breathing erratic and shallow. Khells flinches back.
Khells: Ms. Collie! Whew… you gave me quite the scare-
M. Collie: Is Duck okay?! Where is he, can I see him?!
Khells motions toward the chair across from his desk.
Khells: Please. Take a seat.
M. Collie: Oh god…
Collie sits down across from Khells.
Khells: Ms. Collie, Duck is currently being treated for a few minor injuries that he must have sustained during the gas leak and following power outage a few days ago.
Collie’s hands begin to tremble.
M. Collie: I-Injuries? …what kind of injuries?!
Khells: Nothing too serious, just some bumps and scratches here and there. Nothing that won’t heal with time.
Collie visibly relaxes.
Khells: However… I believe we need to talk about the…
Khells gestures to the right side of his own face.
Khells: …elephant in the room.
Collie sniffs.
M. Collie: What about it?
Khells: Well… we just want to make sure that Duck is being treated correctly before discharging him back into your care.
Tears begin to gather in Collie’s eyes.
M. Collie: You… you think I’m hurting him?
Khells squirms in his seat.
Khells: That’s the thing, we just don’t know yet. Which is why I want to conduct a little test.
M. Collie: …a test?
Collie begins to cry.
M. Collie: Why can’t I just see him? I never hit him, I swear!
Khells: Ms. Collie-
M. Collie: I need to see him, please!
Khells: Ms. Collie, I’m sorry. He’s not here. He’s being treated at one of our other locations, a larger one. One with more resources. After the test has concluded, you’ll have to go back home and wait for a while. As soon as Duck is ready to be transported, he’ll be dropped off here where you can come and pick him up.
Collie’s voice drops to barely above a whisper.
M. Collie: …he’s not even here?
Khells sighs.
Khells: I’m sorry, we… I should have told you. But the sooner we can get through the test, the sooner you can see him again. So… are you ready?
Collie reaches up and swipes at both of her eyes with her hands as she takes a shuttering breath. She nods.
Khells: Perfect. Thank you.
M. Collie: …mhm.
Khells shuffles through some papers on his desk.
Khells: Alright… would you mind repeating your name for me?
M. Collie: It’s Melissa Collie… but my friends call me Mel.
Khells: Alright then, Mel… sorry, do you mind?
Collie avoids eye contact with Khells.
M. Collie: N-no, it’s alright.
Khells: Thank you. Let’s start with… your family. Are you currently living with them in Eagle Point?
Collie shakes her head.
M. Collie: No, I’m… I’m living on my own.
Khells: Alright… do you have any family nearby? Or, I should say, are you in regular contact with any family? In person or otherwise.
M. Collie: No…
Collie clears her throat.
M. Collie: No. To uhhh… to both of those.
Khells: Hmmm… if you don’t mind me asking, do you currently have a steady source of income?
M. Collie: I have a decent amount of money saved up, but I try to only dip into that fund for emergencies and necessities… actually, I lied. Some of that amount goes toward daily purchases, but that’s only to act as a buffer from living paycheck to paycheck.
Collie lets out a nervous laugh, before stopping herself.
M. Collie: To answer your question, I’m working the register at a grocery store at the moment.
Khells nods.
Khells: Good. That’s good…
He slowly trails off, pausing for a moment before continuing.
Khells: Forgive me, but you seem a bit young to be living on your own.
Collie chokes out a watery laugh.
M. Collie: And you seem a bit young to be a vet.
Khells smiles.
Khells: Point taken. So… no regular contact with any relatives. Do you have any siblings?
Collie shakes her head.
M. Collie: No, I’m… I’m an only child.
Khells: And parents?
Collie tilts her head to one side.
M. Collie: What about them?
Khells shrugs.
Khells: You tell me. They… treated you well growing up?
Collie does not answer.
Khells: …I should have told you that all of this is confidential. But if you don’t want to share, I won’t make you.
Collie takes a deep breath.
M. Collie: It’s fine, I’m… I’m fine. My parents were as good as any growing up.
Khells: And what about now? Do you still have a good relationship with them?
Collie clears her throat and looks down into her lap.
M. Collie: They’re… both deceased.
Several seconds of silence.
Khells: Oh… I’m sorry-
M. Collie: It’s fine. I’m actually adopted, so it’s not like my real parents died or anything.
Khells frowns.
Khells: Even so, that… that couldn’t have been easy for you. Was there an accident, or…
Khells trails off. Collie continues.
M. Collie: Old age and health complications. They had both passed by the time I was sixteen… they could never have children of their own, but…
Collie laughs.
M. Collie: …but I’d always kind of hated them for choosing to adopt so late. It’s so cruel… to raise a child in a world that you’re not long for. One day, everything was fine. And the next… I was on my own going into junior year.
Khells: I’m sorry. I can’t imagine what you must’ve been going through.
M. Collie: Yeah, well… lucky for us, the doctors could.
Collie’s foot begins to tap under the desk.
M. Collie: Post traumatic stress… and some minor paranoia. They… you know, tossed me some pills and sent me on my way. It was fine.
Khells: That’s… actually not fine. And how did this affect your life at school? Did your friends treat you any different because of it, Mel?
Collie looks away.
M. Collie: Well… the few friends I had at the start of the year kind of… stopped talking to me. I could see it in their eyes though, in everyone’s. They felt sorry for me… they felt pity. But beyond that… nothing.
Collie sighs.
M. Collie: Nobody really wants to be associated with different, so… I don’t really blame them. I probably would’ve done the same thing.
Khells pauses for a moment before responding.
Khells: …alright. Let’s move on.
Collie nods.
M. Collie: Okay.
Khells: So… when did you first come across Duck?
Collie smiles, but it quickly fades.
M. Collie: It was near a pond in town, in the middle of a small park. It was a few months after I’d moved to Eagle Point. After high school, I waited for around a year before making the move. I don’t know what for, but… I waited. Truth be told, I don’t know if you could even call what I was doing “waiting” in the first place. I was just kind of… stagnant, for a while. Then… I remember realizing one day that there was absolutely nothing keeping me there. Nobody. In fact, the closest relationship and constant in my life that I’d had throughout my junior and senior years was with the police officer who was forced to come to the house, check on me once to week to make sure that I hadn’t… I don’t know. But as soon as I turned 18, even those visits stopped. At least now, they couldn’t be held responsible for anything that I might’ve done, I suppose. Like I said, I made the move not too long after reaching that conclusion. I never bothered with college, it just… didn’t feel right. Wasn’t right. I couldn’t put up with four more years of those… looks.
Collie pauses for a moment before continuing.
M. Collie: My first few days here were… difficult. I shouldn’t say that, different is a much better word. Regardless, the aftermath of the move was starting to get a bit stressful and it was such a beautiful day out, so… a few minutes later, I found myself sitting on a bench in the shade of a great tree just… watching the pond’s water. I even started to doze off a bit, but before I had the chance to completely fall asleep, I was snapped awake by this barrage of mewling coming from a patch of long grass and washed-up duckweeds. I decided to investigate and… that’s when I first saw him. Back then he was just a kitten, but… nothing should ever have to go through what I can only imagine he did at that age. He turned toward me as I stepped through the grass and his face… god, his face… a long gash had driven through one of his eyes, continuing to cut down his neck…
Khells: So… what did you do?
Collie shrugs, weakly.
M. Collie: What was I supposed to do? I was so fixated on Duck that it was a full several minutes before I even noticed the others…
Khells leans forward in his chair, slightly.
Khells: …what others?
M. Collie: …the other cats! One was fully grown, so I had assumed that it was his mother… and two other kittens, probably siblings. All three were dead… no, not just dead. Desecrated. Bloodied and mangled. You could barely tell where one carcass ended and another began. It all just seemed to melt together, into a pile of fur and gore. I hesitate to admit this, but the first thing that I thought of after seeing the massacre was a joke that my father told me once… something like, what’s black and white and red all over?
Collie shivers.
M. Collie: Disgusting… and despite everything, it was like I could still feel three pairs of emerald eyes on me, watching from somewhere amongst the mound of dead flesh. When in reality… there was only ever one eye. Duck was, of course, the only survivor.
Khells: God… I can’t imagine what that must’ve been like… for both of you. Do you know what could’ve done that?
Collie sighs, her head beginning to hang.
M. Collie: I don’t, I’m sorry. I do know for a fact that there are geese living around that pond, and that geese can be a lot more vicious than people give them credit for. But this… it’s hard to believe that a creature can be this needlessly cruel.
Khells: You’d be surprised… so, what did you do after finding Duck?
Collie’s eyes widen.
M. Collie: I brought him straight here!
Collie holds out her arms in front of her body.
M. Collie: …you wouldn’t believe the amount of damage that he did to my arms when I’d tried to pick him up and get him back to my car.
Collie laughs, softly.
M. Collie: I must’ve looked insane walking in here… like a devil-worshipper who’d just manage to summon a spawn on satan with a blood sacrifice. God, I was dripping blood everywhere… I’m half convinced that they had to stitch me up more than Duck! …just kidding, of course.
Khells: So… you brought him here?
Collie nods.
M. Collie: It was a few years back, so I don’t blame you for not remembering. I also didn’t recognize any members of the staff on my way inside today, so I’d figured that there must’ve been some kind of change.
Khells: You could say that…
M. Collie: Hm?
Khells shakes his head.
Khells: Never mind… well, I’m sure Duck’s very grateful. Grateful that you took him, cared for him despite everything that had happened.
M. Collie: I felt like I had to, in a way. I don’t expect this to make complete sense to you, but it’s like… we were one and the same, you know? Just two lonely souls… figured that the least I could do was show him the ropes a bit. I’d been doing it for years, after all.
Collie smiles.
M. Collie: But if anything… I should be the grateful one.
Khells: …yeah? Why’s that?
M. Collie: Duck, he… he saved my life.
Khells shifts and squirms in his seat.
Khells: Would you mind describing how?
Collie sighs.
M. Collie: Back when I’d first moved to Eagle Point… I told myself that it was a fresh start. Over and over again, I told myself that this was it, this was the start of a new life. But… even then, I knew that it was a lie. Knew that the only thing I was doing was trying to convince myself of something that just wasn’t true. I wasn’t escaping some impossible situation. I wasn’t brave or courageous… I was just running. Running from my dead parents, from counselors and doctors trying to tell me how I felt, from that officer who wouldn’t get out of my head and from all of those fucking pricks who thought I wouldn’t notice them burning holes into my back!
Collie takes several deep breaths.
M. Collie: …I was just running. And truth be told, I… my mind probably wasn’t the clearest when I took what little money I had left from their joint will, stuffed my entire life into a duffel bag and hit the road.
Collie laughs. It sounds wrong.
M. Collie: You see, I… at the time, I had been right in the middle of battling a pretty nasty addiction that I’d developed to my anxiety medication. I couldn’t tell my doctor about it, obviously, because I just needed more… it’s the only thing that keeps those damn eyes off my back… was the only thing, I guess. That day, after falling asleep in your lobby while I waited for the vets to patch Duck up… after being woken up an hour past the clinic’s typical closing time… after holding him in my bandaged arms for the first time, lowering my ear to his body so I could hear and feel his breathing… after placing him on the passenger seat of my car, and driving almost ten miles under the speed limit… after setting him down on my pillow…
Collie giggles.
M. Collie: …he hadn’t woken up once… and after staying up to frantically search for pet supplies, only to fall asleep at my computer. On that day… I knew that something was changing. It’s like he always knew exactly what to do whenever I would start acting strange… knew exactly what to do to bring me back down to reality when I could feel myself starting to slip. And now, we’re in the middle of training him to officially become an emotional support animal, so that I can completely kick my anxiety medication and addiction.
Collie smiles, tears beginning to gather in her eyes.
M. Collie: He’s such a trooper… god, he’s such a trooper…
Khells smiles.
Khells: That’s… a very heartwarming story. Thank you so much for sharing. I think that I’ve got everything I’m going to need.
Collie sniffs, wiping tears stains from her cheeks with the palms of her hands.
M. Collie: I… I passed the test?
Khells: With flying colors, Ms. Collie. I think that I’m truly beginning to understand just how important Duck is to you… and how important you are to him. You’ll be reunited with him before you know it. We’ll be in touch.
Collie stands.
M. Collie: Thank you, Doctor! And please… call me Mel. I look forward to hearing from you!
Collie turns and exits the office. Khells sits in silence for two minutes before groaning and placing his head into his hands.
Khells: …he’s right. You know he’s right. If you can’t even do the simplest of things, nobody’s going to trust you with anything more. This is for the greater good… isn’t it? We die in the dark so that you may live in the… live in the…
Silence again, for roughly thirty seconds.
Khells: …fuck.
The recording stops.
[END LOG]
To: 05-8
From: Junior Researcher Carter Khells
Subject: PoI-XXX / SCP-XXX
Good afternoon, 05-8.
After reviewing the log of SCP-XXX’s discovery, as well as questioning PoI-XXX about her involvement and relationship with the anomaly under the guise of a veterinary clinic’s interview, I can say with almost complete certainty that Melissa N. Collie is not responsible for, or aware of SCP-XXX’s anomalous property. The two being together in Eagle Point during the minor reality restructuring event is simply pure coincidence… or maybe, a stroke of good luck. The interview turned up practically nothing in terms of discerning SCP-XXX’s origins, as well. Aside from the state in which SCP-XXX was found, I suppose.
Either way, I hope that this can shed some light upon any lingering questions that the Foundation may have about SCP-XXX. I believe that our best course of action would be asking the folks over at Wilson’s Wildlife Solutions to keep a closer eye on more local wildlife, searching specifically for another manifestation of SCP-XXX’s anomalous property. Again, I hope that this is sufficient information. Thank you for the opportunity.
Junior Researcher Carter Khells
To: Junior Researcher Carter Khells
From: 05-8, The Warden
Subject: Re: PoI-XXX / SCP-XXX
It is great to hear from you, Carter.
Your information and work on this anomaly has been more than sufficient, thank you. While it is reassuring to confirm PoI-XXX’s lack of involvement in SCP-XXX’s creation, this revelation does serve to open more doors than it closes. Your idea of having GoI-466 monitor for fauna with a similar anomalous ability is a good one, and one that will be taken into serious consideration as we move forward. Now, what of the cross-testing with SCP-XXX? Has any progress been made? Please, let me know as soon as possible. Thank you.
05-8, The Warden
To: 05-8
From: Junior Researcher Carter Khells
Subject: Re: PoI-XXX / SCP-XXX
Good morning, 05-8.
I apologize for the wait, sir. Unfortunately, no progress has been made toward the removal and / or transference of SCP-XXX’s anomalous ability to separate anomalies or organisms. The replication of its anomalous ability has also proven to be impossible.
At Site-78, SCP-XXX was cross-tested against various anomalies and members of staff capable of both reality bending and thaumaturgy. It was tested against anomalous diseases and viruses in makeshift Foundation quarantine zones, several memetic and antimemetic agents, mnestics and amnestics, and any relatively harmless hazards (cognito, info, kineto, etc…) that we had at our disposal. At one point, Researcher Moon even suggested placing SCP-XXX into SCP-055’s containment chamber. Of course, we quickly realized that it would still be unable to communicate to us what was inside, so… but as I mentioned earlier, SCP-XXX proved to be immune to everything. It’s as if the endgame of our entire Foundation, the thing that we’ve dreamed of since the beginning… was crushed into the form of a cat. And there isn’t a damn thing that we can do about it. I’m sorry, sir. I really am. Thank you.
Junior Researcher Carter Khells
To: Junior Researcher Carter Khells
From: 05-8, The Warden
Subject: Re: PoI-XXX / SCP-XXX
No need to apologize, Carter.
I had feared that this was the conclusion we’d reach, but… you never can be too careful, I suppose. It’s hope that keeps this place alive… never forget that. But, I suppose this marks the end of our little pet project (pun entirely intended). I’ve scheduled SCP-XXX’s transfer to Wilson’s Wildlife Solutions and forwarded to Mr. Wilson all of the appropriate documents that he’ll need in order to prepare and make accommodations. However… I want you/ to oversee the transfer and subsequent amnesticization of PoI-XXX. Please, see to it that everything goes smoothly. You’ve handled this situation nicely, Carter. It’s reassuring to know that the Foundation’s future is in such capable hands. From this point on, you’ll be in direct contact with Tim Wilson himself. Treat him with respect… and expect nothing less in return. Thank you.
05-8, The Warden
Addendum - 4 (Transfer): SCP-XXX was transferred from Foundation custody into the custody of Wilson’s Wildlife Solutions on October, 10th. On that date, a Wilson’s Wildlife Solutions recovery vehicle (manned by two members of Tim Wilson’s staff) arrived at Site-78 to retrieve the anomaly. SCP-XXX was handed over (quite literally) to the two staff members by Junior Researcher Khells. Upon the physical transfer of the anomaly, SCP-XXX was noted as being uncharacteristically passive and relaxed within its anomalous small mammalian portable containment apparatus (pet carrier) with personnel from both the Foundation as well as Wilson’s Wildlife Solutions. However, Junior Researcher Khells quickly explained that he had administered SCP-XXX with a slight sedative for ease of transfer. A blanket had also been placed over SCP-XXX’s portable containment chamber (pet carrier) to prevent any extreme aggression upon its awakening. From that point on, SCP-XXX was successfully transferred and arrived in Boring with no additional issues.
To: Junior Researcher Carter Khells
From: Tim Wilson
Subject: Duck!
Hey there, Mr. Khells!
I’m real sorry to interrupt, I know you’re probably doing something important. I just figured that since you’re the one in charge of making sure that Duck got to us all safe and sound, you’d also be the one that I should contact with any concerns about the transfer! See, when the little guy arrived at our doorstep the other day, some members of my staff began to notice a few small differences between the Duck in the pictures and videos that were sent to us by your boss and the critter that we ended up with.
For instance, slight differences in size and shape, patterns of fur coloration, tail length, snout shape, and two eyeballs that are different shades of emerald green! …also, the scar on the “Duck” that we received appears to have been painted onto the cat’s fur with nail polish??? That was probably the biggest hint that something was off, if I’m being honest. It was a cruelty-free brand of nail polish though, so props for that! If you could explain these little discrepancies, we’d all greatly appreciate it! Thank you, Mr. Khells! And have an amazing rest of your day!
Tim Wilson!
To: Tim Wilson
From: Junior Researcher Carter Khells
Subject: Re: Duck!
Of course, Mr. Wilson.
I apologize for ever trying to deceive you. I’ve attached a link to our original documentation of SCP-XXX onto this message. Please, read through that document before you continue reading this. I’m sorry, Mr. Wilson. I just… couldn’t give Duck away. And I knew that we couldn’t keep him in containment at Site-78, so I… he’s back with Melissa, he’s back where he belongs. I didn’t want to do it, alright? It’s very important that you know I didn’t want to lie. I had to. You didn’t see what I saw, hear what I heard. Nobody did. You don’t know just how much he means to her… how much they mean to each other. And I can’t explain that to them, never explain it to them. They would never understand. Which isn’t a bad thing! I’m just as committed to maintaining normalcy as anyone… I swear. They wanted me to amnesticize Melissa, to take away her memories of everything. I can’t… I won’t. It would rid her of her memories, but the feelings… the feelings would remain, simply buried somewhere deep inside. And when they resurface, when that depression resurfaces… Duck wouldn’t be there to save her. Look, I… I know what it’s like. To feel completely alone and utterly helpless. To just not quite… fit. To hate yourself. But… I also know just how much the companionship of one amazing friend can do. I shouldn’t be telling you any of this. I just… you have to understand, need to. I’m sorry. You should have seen her face when I returned him to her, Mr. Wilson. You know, very few people among the Foundation’s ranks can say that their actions have been unequivocally right. I’ll refrain from counting myself within that rank, even I’m not blind to that blatant delusion of grandeur. Was it the smart decision? …I don’t know. But was it the right decision? God, I hope so… and at this point, hope is just about the only thing keeping me alive. In that regard, I hope that you and your staff can understand my decision. And that we might be able to keep this between us… at least for now. Thank you.
Carter Khells
To: Junior Researcher Carter Khells
From: Tim Wilson
Subject: Re: Duck!
Mr. Khells,
Your decision embodies everything that we stand for here in our little family. You put the happiness of a critter over the security of a job that I can’t even begin to imagine the difficulty of obtaining. In short, you did what you thought was right, instead of what was easy. And that… that takes some mighty guts. We’re all just happy to hear that the little critter found where they truly belong; with the person they love most. In the meantime, we’ll take care of little “Duck” here. It seems that some of the staff have already become quite attached to the little guy! And hey, it’ll be nice having a critter here with no special powers for a change, right? As for your proposition… I do believe that we can keep all of this between us, partner. What they don’t know can’t hurt them. And Carter… if you ever find yourself longing for a change of career, Wilson’s Wildlife Solutions could always use more people like you! :) I’ll be in touch!
Tim Wilson!
