Friendly reminder that most of this is heavily fragmented ideas, brainstorming, etc. Don't expect masterpieces.
- Drafts
- Forget-Me-Not
- Simplang
- "Mystery 32 (2104)" (POSTED)
- SC🅱️ (dead, may be revivable?)
- Sadako Shrugged
- A Complex Blueberry
- To Have No Regrets
- Tight Bookshelves
- The Ghost Writer (Halloween Contest)
- Read Me, Love Me
- Flat Wyoming
- Welcome to Serein Cosmetics
- Writing Prompts
- Museum Cafe
- Divine Intent
- "I'm Afraid That's Above Your Clearance Level."
- "A Standard Model Of Micropataphysics"
DRAFTS GO HERE, BRAINSTORMING BELOW
Other note on placeholder notation: X is for numbers of no significance, Y and Z are for numbers of significance, for example XXXX is a generic placeholder number, but XYYY is a placeholder that will include a 3-number string in its' final designation that relates to the story within.
[Write this up in scientific formatting later]
Item #: SCP-5126
Object Class: Euclid Neutralized
Special Containment Procedures: Researchers and D-class personnel with strong skills in acting are to be assigned to Provisional Site-5126 in Kalgoorlie-Boulder, Western Australia as required. Personnel are to maintain the perimeter around the site of the anomaly under Cover Story KB-5126-MS ("Mine Subsidence", see Document-5126-S for details.) If members of the general public breach perimeter lines they are to be administered Class-A amnestics and returned to the town center.
Every month, one researcher or D-Class on site is to undergo a period of remembrance or simulated grief for SCP-5126-1. Recommended methods of grieving include creating floral tributes, visiting SCP-5126-1 and crying (eye irritants available on request), or speaking fondly of SCP-5126-1 as if the individual knew the entity when it was alive. Advice on creating a convincing display of grief can be accessed in Document-5126-D.
Research into methods of removing SCP-5126-1 from the site or neutralizing its effect is ongoing.
Containment procedures struck through now irrelevant, see Addendum 3.
Description: SCP-5126-1 is the corpse of a human male, 187cm in height, and of average build, located in an abandoned mining tunnel in Kalgoorlie-Boulder. The object lies supine, with both arms crossed over its' chest, and is dressed in a simple grey suit, with parts of the suit appearing to be covered in dirt. The corpse is a visual match to one Terry ██████. Records show Mr. ██████ was killed in a mining accident on 03/17/99.
SCP-5126-1 is intangible; objects and individuals will pass through it, and disturbances to the object's environment do not affect its' pose or position in space. SCP-5126-1's primary anomalous effect manifests when a display of grief towards the individual has not been conducted in an approximately 2 month period.1 A random person within the city boundaries of Kalgoorlie-Boulder will begin to undergo a state of depression & grief lasting 30 days. Intensity of grief in affected individuals will vary. Symptoms include crying spontaneously, expressing distress at the death of Mr. ██████, claiming that such death was "unfair", and creating various tributes for Mr. ██████ and attempting to leave them as close to SCP-5126-1 as possible. Effects will occur regardless of whether the individual is aware of Mr. ██████'s existence. During this period of grief, a bouquet of mixed flowers of the Zinnia genus, designated SCP-5126-2, will appear in the arms of SCP-5126-1. For the duration of the grief event, the flowers will not wilt, and are intangible much like SCP-5126-1. When the affected individual ceases their grieving after the 30 day period, the roses will wilt in the same manner as non-anomalous flowers.
Discovery: The Foundation was alerted to SCP-5126 related grief events on 07/03/02 after reports of a car crash in the Kalgoorlie-Boulder area. Witnesses reported the driver spontaneously beginning to weep uncontrollably, losing their grip on the steering wheel and sending the car crashing into a wall as they cried Mr. ██████'s name over and over. SCP-5126-1 was discovered during a later grief incident. More information available in Addendum 1.
Addendum 1: Suspected and confirmed SCP-5126 grief incidents
Partial list for brevity, full list of 26 incidents and development of containment procedures included in Document-5126-I, available on request.
| Start Date (MM/DD/YY) | Affected Individual | Description | Additional Notes |
|---|---|---|---|
| 09/17/99 | Mr. ███████ ████ | According to the subject's relatives, he spontaneously started expressing feelings of intense loneliness, and survivor's guilt around a mining incident. Subject is not nor has ever been employed in the mining sector. | Believed to be the first case of SCP-5126-1 exerting its' effect. |
| 07/03/02 | Mrs. ████ ████████ | Grief incident occurred when subject was driving, resulting in her inability to maintain control of the car as her coordination deteriorated. Car crashed into the wall of the town post office, resulting in the death of the subject when her airbag failed to deploy. The 3 surviving passengers were questioned by Foundation personnel. | Failed airbag deployment determined to be non-anomalous. Shortest grief incident recorded, lasting only approximately 10 seconds. |
| 11/21/03 | Ms. █████ ██████ | Grief event mostly unremarkable, however subject was located and tracked as she reached SCP-5126-1's location and lay a floral tribute. Lead to discovery of SCP-5126-1. | Provisional Site-5126 established. Containment procedures drafted. |
| 03/30/05 | Researcher █████ Willow | Researcher Willow feigned a display of grief one week after previous incident to test containment hypothesis. Fake display lasted two weeks. | Grief incident not recorded for a further 7 months. Researcher Willow's method deemed effective and containment procedures finalised. |
Addendum 2:
Addendum 3: Neutralisation of entity
On 05/18/11, Researcher ███████ Palm finished their period of simulated grief as part of the 74th cycle of containment procedures. Upon the wilting of SCP-5126-2, SCP-5126-1 vanished from its' position. Plants of Lathyrus Orodatus2 and the Cyclamen genus began to grow within the tunnel, covering all surfaces within 5 metres of SCP-5126-1's previous location, and had fully bloomed within 2 hours. These flowers do not wilt and have been designated as SCP-5126-3. No further grief incidents recorded. Entity declared neutralised on 12/09/11.
[One day, after the 74th execution of containment procedures, (05/??/11), 5126's corpse vanishes from the tunnel, however the section of tunnel the body was located in now has Cyclamen and Sweet Pea sprouting from the rocks anomalously, covering the walls, ceiling and floor. The flowers do not wilt.]
[Explanation: The corpse is a raw projection of the miner's grief for himself, after having no-one to mourn for him. Zinnia represents remembrance of a lost friend. The miner's corpse vanishes after 100 cycles of grief, leaving behind cyclamen and sweet pea flowers, symbolising farewells and thankfulness. Willow represents false love, Palm leaves represent success.]
[5126 is 12.6 years of the corpse lying there exerting its effect; 12.6 years is 3months x 26 for the original mournings including the 2 month interludes, plus 74 months of the containment procedures being executed.]
#: SCP-XXXX
Class: Euclid
Containment: SCP-XXXX caused non-threat LK-Class language-change. Old-language translation ongoing. Uncontacted civilisation monitoring ongoing, kill contact attempts > preserve language normalcy.
Description: SCP-XXXX = language-virus. Changes speaking/writing way > low word-count. Removes/Condenses words, changes names > symbols, & grammar-words > punctuation/symbols. Vector = communication. Numbers/punctuation/symbols unaffected.
1st case = 12/4/2023, Tweet. Readers infected, R0 ≈ 5000. Global infection 1 week. Uncontacted civilisations unaffected yet. language-virus origin unknown.
Old-language texts have different grammar. Some translation Info ↓. Full translation info available @ request
Addendum: Grammar-words
| Word | Translation |
|---|---|
| And | & + |
| To | > |
| Is | = |
| If | ⇒ (eg. clouds ⇒ rain) |
| And, or | / |
| Number | # |
| At | @ |
| Of | Unknown |
Addendum: Interview, 2/5/2024
Interviewed: ⌀ ⌘
Interviewer: █ █
Foreword: Made original tweet. Not GoI-member.
<Start>
█ █: Why make tweet?
⌀ ⌘: Don't know.█ █: How make SCP-XXXX?
⌀ ⌘: Don't know. What is SCP?
█ █: Don't know how?
⌀ ⌘: Just… happened without thinking. Don't know how.
█ █: Someone controlling you?
⌀ ⌘: Maybe?
<End>
Statement: Forced to create language-virus by entity?
Addendum: [RESTRICTED > LEVEL 5]
[Turns out the virus was the result of someone trying to lower their word count in their essay, affecting the reality contained within]
Item #: SCP-5735
Object Class: Safe Explained (Partial)
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5735 is to be kept in a standard anomalous item locker at Site-19. Testing of object is permitted for all personnel with approval from Site Director.
Containment procedures irrelevant as of 4/7/104, see Addenda.
Description: SCP-5735 is a DVD that appears to be for a movie named "Mystery 32". A post-it note is attached to the disk, reading: "Proof of the impossible, I hope - Xyank", in black permanent marker. No records of a movie named "Mystery 32" exist. When the DVD is played, subjects report experiencing the movie with all 5 senses, with the sensory input of the main character directly stimulating the viewer's body, save for vision, which is experienced in the same manner as a non-anomalous movie.
The movie's plot centers around the life of a blind man, with the uncontrollable ability to create miraculous and mysterious events around him. The movie encourages viewers to experience the movie twice, once with eyes closed, and the second time with eyes open, to further the message of the film, as the man is unable to see the 31 "Miracles" he is responsible for, save for the titular "Mystery 32" occurring at the moment of his death; his sight is restored.
Investigation into the properties of SCP-5735 is ongoing, with the hope of assisting in the training of MTF members. Dr. Thaddeus Xyank is currently under investigation, but denies knowledge of the disk or its point of origin.
Discovery: SCP-5735 was discovered at Site 19 on 8/3/18, and was seen manifesting from empty space by multiple guards and researchers. Witnesses frequently described a "Swirling vortex… Three-dimensional hole", or words to the effect. Foundation security footage corroborates witness testimony, with the disk appearing out of a black, unstable spherical mass.
Addendum 1 - 6/11/72: Due to recent advances in technology, the first full-sensory film, or "Feelie", was released in cinemas. The anomalous effects of SCP-5735 have been found to be identical to the technology employed in this form of media, and as such SCP-5735 has been assigned Explained (Partial) classification. It is still unknown how SCP-5735 materialized at Site-19 on 8/3/18.
Addendum 2 - 30/6/104: E-mail from head of Temporal Anomalies department to Director of Site-19:
From: ten.noitadnuof.tenpics|ht4ehtknayXD#ten.noitadnuof.tenpics|ht4ehtknayXD
To: ten.noitadnuof.tenpics|91rotceriD#ten.noitadnuof.tenpics|91rotceriD
Subject: SCP-5735
Date: 30/6/104
So, I'm sure you remember our little mystery film, 5735, yes? Well, the rest of the temporal department and I have been puzzling over this thing recently, since it just came out in cinemas. Long story short: We think we may have sent it back to the past.
You've no doubt heard of a causal loop, or the bootstrap paradox, the billiard ball from the future time traveling back to hit itself into the time tunnel yada yada, giving the collected works of Shakespeare to a younger version of the bard, those sorts of paradoxes, kind of an antithesis to the grandfather paradox.3 Well, we think it's the same scenario here. We've just recently finished our little time tunnel project, so we hypothesize that in the original permutation of this scenario, I or someone else went out and bought a copy of Mystery 32 to send back to the past. The Foundation deems it an anomaly, holds onto it, and we get the same sequence of events that have transpired in this universe over the last 90 years, with this movie giving us the motivation to work on time-travel technology. Now, I know what you're thinking: "Why not just break the loop?" Well, quite simply put we just can't because the loop has already been established. That mythical starting point of our little loop has been and gone, and short of traveling through the 9th dimension we'll never be able to get to the version of reality where we started the loop. We have an obligation to send this movie back and inspire the past Foundation, otherwise our time tunnel will never exist, therefore we cannot send the movie back, and we basically "Break the past".
So, I guess what that means is that sooner or later we have to send this baby back. So, why not make it our time machine's maiden voyage? It's strange. My dad used to talk about GG and what he did for the Foundation back then. He was their best temporal researcher, and I get to send him a message through time! I hope he'll realise what it means, that time travel is possible, that time travel into the past is possible. It's like the holy grail of time travel, and my GG's going to get proof! I wish I could write more than what was originally on the sticky note, tell him how he inspired me, hell, even just explain this whole time loop thing to him, but I have to keep the loop perfect. Also, that involves lugging the time tunnel into the Site-19 courtyard so I'll need some strong people to help me out with that. Why the original version of me couldn't have been lazier I'll never know.
In the mean time, if you guys wanted a movie night so we can watch this damn thing before it goes back, I'll bring the popcorn. Also I think I can convince Treble to come, even if she is a little unruly. Supposedly it's really good, one of those low budget art-house films that look low tech but are really good. It'll be fun!
P.S: If you know anyone who's into antiques, I kinda need a sharpie pen and an old school sticky note.
Senior Researcher Dahlia Xyank Ph.D
Head of Temporal Anomalies
Author's Note: This SCP features heavy usage of emojis. If you're on Windows 8 or lower, or OS X Mavericks or lower, Chrome won't work. Mobile users, Safari, IE and Firefox should be fine though. Enjoy!
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Foundation web-crawlers are to monitor online chatrooms for any occurrences of SCP-XXXX. One copy of the SCP-XXXX virus is to be kept on a laptop in a standard anomalous object locker in Site-15. The laptop hosting the virus is to have all Ethernet cables, WiFi antennae, etc. severed prior to loading of SCP-XXXX virus onto computer.
In the event of an SCP-XXXX outbreak, a cover story claiming internet vandalism is to be disseminated until such a time that a counter-virus can be distributed.
Description: SCP-XXXX is an anomalous computer virus affecting digital media. SCP-XXXX converts digital media from traditional written styles and languages into Emojis. Existing Emojis used in digital media are unaffected. Letters of the alphabet are commonly replaced with their Emoji equivalents, however entire words can be converted into their Emoji equivalent, seemingly at random.
Some examples of Emoji substitutes are as follows:
- B to 🅱️
- A to 🅰️
- O to 🅾️
- M to ♍
- H to ♓
- Animals being replaced with emoji equivalents, i.e Fox becoming 🦊
- References to astrological birth signs being replaced with their symbolic equivalents
- Intonation being replaced with either Emoji forms of !, ?, etc. Or an Emoji face denoting the emotional intent of the message
- Times given being rounded to the nearest half hour and replaced with an appropriate clock Emoji, for instance 2:50 would become 🕒
It should be noted that while most emoji follow these rules of substitution, the "🅱️" Emoji can seemingly replace any consonant at random, and in multiple instances of SCP-XXXX infection, is observed to be covering consonants that would otherwise complete slurs or expletives.
Discovery: SCP-XXXX was discovered on 11/12/18 after Foundation web-crawlers were alerted to a post on a Reddit thread containing multiple cognitohazardous phrases. The IP address of the post's creator was traced to █████████ ███████████, ████████████. The house was abandoned, and a laptop was recovered containing multiple chat logs of the GoI "Gamers Against Weed". (See Addenda.)
Addendum 1 - Chat Excerpts:
~🅱️oxboy has joined the channel.
lesbian_gengar: oh hey box
polaricecaps: tWENTY EITGHT STAB WOUNDS
🅱️oxboy: I've told you guys like a million times, it's 🅱️ox not Box
gaycopmp4: Too much effort to copypaste an entire emoji man
lesbian_gengar: And 🅱️ is dead
lesbian_gengar: died months ago
🅱️oxboy: okok but hear me out
polaricecaps: If you remember a time when [B] was funny you qualify for a 🅱️eterans discount
gaycopmp4: or you were on something
polaricecaps: WTF
🅱️oxboy: Oh yeah I made a thing
polaricecaps: I didn't type that B
~bones has joined the channel.
bones: sup
lesbian_gengar: So, you just made something without telling any of us?
bones: shit what
🅱️oxboy: Yeah, I made a thing that changes 🅱️ to 🅱️ sometimes
gaycopmp4: B dIED AGES AGO
🅱️oxboy: It took me a while to make
gaycopmp4: AND YOU DONT 🅱️UCK WITH LANGUAGE
bones: you never told any of us you were making this 🅱️ox
🅱️oxboy: You never tell me when your gonna make shi🅱️
bones: bo🅱️ that's different
lesbian_gengar: mods and half mo🅱️s are allowed to make stuff without telling anyone
gaycopmp4: We're allowed to do what we want because we've been here for ages, Box. Even so we don't 🅱️uck with memes without telling some🅱️ody
🅱️oxboy: so now what
bones: part of me wants to 🅱️ick you from chat but you need to make a countermeme
bones: or whatever you made
polaricecaps: it's affected everything on 🅱️y lapto🅱️
polaricecaps: not 🅱️ust chat
gaycopmp4: okok, were the only ones affected, we chat in 🅱️Ms only until we have a counter🅱️eme made
bones: Sounds like a plan.
🅱️oxboy: i dont know how to undo memes
~You have been kicked from the channel.
~You have one new PM request!
🅱️oxboy: so now what
lesbian_gengar: crash course
lesbian_gengar: so you know what a 🅱️eme is obviously and how to 🅱️ake one
lesbian_gengar: 🅱️ucking hell
lesbian_gengar: well, if a 🅱️eme is an idea that unlocks something, the anti🅱️eme is the key re 🅱️ocking the lock kinda
lesbian_gengar: its a 🅱️art of the original 🅱️eme that you 🔄 to sorta make a feedback loop that kills it it;s complicated
🅱️oxboy: What the 🅱️uck
lesbian_gengar: What
🅱️oxboy: That other emoji did you type that
lesbian_gengar: shi🅱️ no what
lesbian_gengar: yOU MADE IT 🌱➡️🌳
lesbian_gengar: We need to 🅱️ork on this, I'll 🅱️M e🅱️eryone else
~You left the PM.
~🅱️oxboy has joined the channel.
gay👮m🅱️4: 🅱️reat now my user🅱️ames 🅱️eaned too
☠️: mines 🅱️een 🅱️eaned for 📆s
♀️♀️👻: ayy
❄️🧢: hey 👀 its the 🅱️ who 🅱️ucked 🆙
📦🅱️oy: sorry
☠️: polar❄️🧢 calm it
❄️🧢: he 🅱️roke language 👁️ 🤔 👁️ 🥫 swear
❄️🧢: ❓ the 🦆
gay👮m🅱️4: 😂
♀️♀️👻: 🅱️e 🥫 still 🛠️ thi🅱️
~You left the channe🅱️
~🚪⬆️
♀️♀️👻: 💡
☠️: 🅱️❓
♀️♀️👻: 🅱️👍
♂️♂️👮: 😲
❄️🧢: 🆗
♀️♀️👻: ⬆️💾
☠️: 💯👏🙏
~🚪⬇️
The last known instance of SCP-XXXX outside of containment was neutralized on 8/11/18. Attempts to create an antivirus to permanently neutralize SC🅱️-XXXX are ongoing.
My two dimensional body lay on the table, waiting, hoping for someone to come along and make me into something beautiful. I wasn't patterned, I didn't have a funny texture, I wasn't from anywhere special, just a piece of orange paper, born as a rectangle and torn away from my better third to become a square, perfect for this "origami" of which my maker spoke. Her hands were gentle, kind, soft, at least I thought they were.
She moved with remarkable efficacy, a ritual she knew from memory. She halved me, and unhalved me, parts of myself kissing others for but a moment as I formed 4 spines to be her guide. Those spines folded in half, and twisted and compressed until I was but a quarter of what I used to be. I wondered if I would ever become anything, or if I was just to be a plaything for someone who would never understand what I was. I formed three more spines, but these soon fell away as I bloomed, started to take form, now a slender diamond, or as my maker muttered to herself, the "bird base". Whatever that meant.
I could feel the vague semblance of wings, legs, a head, but I couldn't ascertain where they were yet. And yet every fold of my new, three dimensional form felt so crisp, so masterfully created. Then, tea break. I lay in my muddled state of quasi-birth for 3 minutes, groan, whistle, glug glug, the infusion of flavour into a substance that was lethal to my vulnerable form before it was set down dangerously close to me. I wanted to express my dismay, but my lack of a mouth, or any parts for that matter, prevented me.
Then came the final push. Neck and tail were prised out of me, I folded outwards and inwards again, and there it was. I had a head, finally somewhere onto which I could focus my self, a seat for my consciousness. Wings were folded down, and I was finished. Or so I thought.
In the grand scale of things I was to be a crane, apparently, but cranes aren't flat. I lacked width and while this was optimal for my forming, in order to be a true homage to that most majestic of birds, I needed a breath of life, blown into my base. But my wings remained stubborn. I could not move, despite my new formed sense of self, so my wings remained where they were. She took her fingertips to my wings, the last time I would feel her touch in a delicate way, and she began to pull, so carefully. I was her pride and joy, and she couldn't stand to-
RIP.
The pain, oh the pain. I cried out, my paper body shuddered and fluttered and screamed. But I had no mouth, nor muscles with which to animate myself, and so I stayed there, my mind writhing in the absence of sensory input, all else drowned out in the immeasurable agony of her blunder. But she didn't even bat an eyelash. She merely sighed, and placed me on her desk. I was betrayed.
That was it? I was nothing to her after all? But she smiled so as she shaped me, looked at me the way a mother looks at a child…! My newly clipped wing filled me with rage. I saw her reach for me, but I didn't want to be hurt any more. I writhed and wriggled with all my might but to no avail, I was just a piece of paper. But I was alive. I could think. I thought as much as any being could think, filled my empty vessel of a mind with only the thought of repulsion, of never desiring another's touch again, in the hope that maybe my thoughts might become visible to her, might emanate into her, become known to her. It did so much more.
I felt an energy running over me, like her hands ran over me when she mad- No. Not that. It ran over me like anything else but that. It ran out, expulsed everything, banished it all away from me, a surge of desire to be left alone, to lick my wounds in peace. The table melted beneath me, to my shock. I braced for impact, but no ground met me. I floated, no, I soared like the bird she made me to be. And then she started to dissapear. She crackled and hissed and fizzed just like that kettle of lethal liquid before flaying away into nothing. I felt happy.
The last step in my apotheosis was the bars of iron that came to surround me, hold me within and provide a final barrier against the rips and tears of life.
No-one could touch me now.
No-one could harm me now.
No-one could betray me again.
Item #: SCP-4XXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4XXX is to be contained in a standard anomalous object vault in Site-64. Interaction with the object is to be restricted for any personnel of Level 3 clearance or lower, and any personnel with a cognitohazard resistance score of 75 or lower on the Laslow-Reimann Higher Dimensional Cognitohazard test. In the event that SCP-4XXX utilizes its reality bending or thaumaturgic capabilities, all personnel are to evacuate the containment vault, regardless of the estimated severity of the effects.
Description: SCP-4XXX is a complex 4-dimensional construct, also known as a 600-cell.4 The object is capable of vocalization in an androgynous voice, and has also displayed thaumaturgic and reality bending capabilities analogous to a Class IV reality bending entity. Notably, the object occupies 3 dimensional space in a manner equivalent to, and is percieved by subjects as, a Vaccinium alaskaense, or Alaskan Blueberry.
SCP-4XXX has thus far been highly co-operative with Foundation requests, particularly in the relay of knowledge. The majority of this knowledge is often strongly cognitohazardous however, and "practical demonstrations" of such knowledge has lead to the deaths of multiple Researchers and D-Class personnel. Transcripts of interviews and experimentation can be found in Addendum 1.
Discovery: SCP-4XXX was discovered after reports of anomalous activity in a grocery store in ██████, ██████████. The object was discovered in a punnet among several non-anomalous blueberries, appearing to lecture the other fruits in non-euclidean geometry.
Addendum 1: Interviews And Experimentation
Blahdy blah blah… To be continued…
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of the anomaly, containment of SCP-XXXX is impossible. As a result, the site of the anomaly has been partially converted into a Foundation site, Site-XXXX. Functionality as a prison is still to be maintained, with Foundation personnel staffing in place of civilians.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a spatial anomaly affecting the prison population of ██████ County Prison, █████████, and exclusively affects those who are within 1 hour of wounding or maiming that would under normal circumstances cause death. Subjects will be transported to an extra-dimensional copy of ██████ ███████, hereafter referred to as SCP-XXXX-A. Regardless of the time of the subject's disappearance, SCP-XXXX-A will always be perceived as experiencing a meteor shower at sunset, with the sun setting and turning to night over the duration of SCP-XXXX's effect. Subjects invariably describe the scenery, specifically the sky, as "Beautifully forgiving".
For the duration of SCP-XXXX's effect, subjects will become aware of their death, and its inevitability, and become highly reflective on missed opportunities, fond childhood memories, past loves, and most notably, expressing extreme remorse for crimes they have committed, appearing to talk as if receiving counsel from someone. At the end of SCP-XXXX's effect, subjects will lie down, stare into space, and state: "I have no regrets", before dying of spontaneous cessation of brain function. Subjects are not transported back to non-anomalous space after death.
Research into usage of SCP-XXXX as a countermeasure of REDACTED is ongoing.
A flash of narrative color flooded the Department Of Pataphysics at Site-87, and a woman stepped out of a copy of The Combined Works Of William Shakespeare. She sighed heavily, and set down her numerous copies of old Scottish law scripts on her faux mahogany desk with an equally heavy thump.
"Fuuuuuuucking hell…" Researcher Kimba Laslow tore off her coat, pulled the hairband out of her blonde ponytail, and searched for the closest available soft furnishing to sink herself into. She had just mediated a legal dispute between H.R.H. King Duncan of Scotland, and Katniss Everdeen of District 12, after their narratives were mushed together by way of a heavy suitcase being set on top. It was a scenario she was used to: most people fail to realize that book covers aren't infallible, and that narratives can become connected if enough external pressure is applied.
"How was she gonna know the difference between a rabbit in District 12 and a rabbit in Dunsinane?"
She paused for a second, got up, and pulled The Hunger Games out of the Fiction Press (In reality just a very colorful flower press with "Department Of Pataphysics - Do Not Touch" on top in permanent marker, but it did the job.) The narrative link was severed, and both the books were put on the desk, well away from each other and soon to be returned to their rightful owner. She stopped to stare at the off-white ceiling, gave the book a moment to settle back down, grabbed it again, and opened it to a random page.
"Thank you." Katniss sighed, stepping into the familiar, if humble interior of her home.
Two returned books, and one extended lecture on the dangers of tight bookshelves later…
And she was sitting down in the Site-87 cafeteria, rereading the tale of Scout and Atticus Finch for the 6th time this month in between mouthfuls of pumpkin soup. For such a well read book, it was in surprisingly immaculate condition, especially considering how much The Narrative liked to drench, stain or shred her other books through multiple unfortunate events. She had a localized monsoon douse Fahrenheit 451 yesterday. In the middle of summer. Through her raincoat.
"How many times are you going to read that thing?" A fiery-haired woman queried, and sat herself in a white plastic chair across from the lonely pataphysicist.
"Until I get bored of it, or I can fiction-jump into it unaided. Why do you care anyway, Kat?"
"Sinclair, pleas-"
"Too much effort," Kimba groaned, sinking into the table. "Two syllables is too much."
Dr. Sinclair paused for a moment, mulling it over in her head whether to let the tired girl go, or chase the matter further. "…Fiction-jumping unaided, huh? As I understand it, that's very ambitious." Naturally, she didn't understand it in the slightest.
"Not really. If you can read it well enough, fiction-jumping is easy peasy lemon squeezy. It's not altering the text while you're in there that's difficult difficult lemon difficult."
"difficult difficult… lemon difficult?" She whispered to herself. She was told pataphysicists were strange, but this took the cake. "So, how's the research going?"
"Haven't been able to do any, too many tight bookshelves that needed fixing. Don Quixote went on a crusade in Howlett's office, and I just had to tell King Duncan that when somebody from another book accidentally hunts on your land they don't deserve the death penalty."
"Well, at least everyone knows now, you're all settled in, and you can start doing what you came here to do, no?"
A noncommittal noise that was roughly equivalent to a "sorta" was made, and the conversation tailed off, one participant lost in prose again. Katherine pulled the book away from her and reinserted the bookmark, setting the paper sandwich down on the table.
"Come on, talk to me… I don't know, take me to Hogwarts or something, that would be amazing!"
"You just wanna steal books and yell at Snape." Kimba retorted.
"Well… Yes, but…" The pataphysicist was correct, but the thaumatologist didn't want to admit it. "Come on, come play poker with us tonight or something. You won't make any friends if you're always buried in Lee or Bradbury."
"I still have to fix your… Werewolf book and your anatomy book, Kat."
Dr. Sinclair proceeded to turn a shade of red. She had no idea Kimba knew about her copy of Bram Stroker. She didn't want her to know for a while.
"Why are you blushing? My girlfriend's a werewolf."
A slight sense of relief came to Katherine in the knowledge Kimba understood her a little, but she was embarrassed all the same. "I thought you lived alone?"
"Yeah, she's in Eventide. Long distance. Don't worry Kat-"
"Sinclair."
"-Sinclair," She conceded. "Your secret's safe with me."
"I… I love you, but…" She bit her prochellion, not sure what to say. She knew that such a love would be forbidden, but the sweet swelling feeling in her sternum told her that to leave such a fine specimen of both homo sapiens and canis lupus would tear her apart5.
"Yes, my dear? Is it my… Wild tendencies that upset you?" His muscular6 canine form bristled, breath frosting the air7 as it left his bronchii. He-
"SIR!" Wait, what? The sound of flicking pages from a distance. Umm… Fair skin, blonde hair, hazel eyes… ch-ch-ch-ch-chhhhh… No, madam, I don't believe this is your part yet.
"Mr. Narrator, I'm not from this book. I'm from outside." Oh! Well, why didn't you say so?
"Who's she?" The buxom young female jutted in before leaving the "Aww, c'mo" LEAVING THE SCENE. This is a matter for the Narrator alone. The young lady walked away, her lupine lover padding close behind.
"Uhh… Thanks. Well, You're the Narrator of Gray's Anatomy, yes?" Indeed I am, young madam. I believe you've stumbled upon the reproduction pag- "Well, actually, to put it bluntly, this isn't your book. This is a romance novel called…" She falter- "You don't need to narrate me, pataphysical laws don't affect me the same as the inhabitants of this book. Now, as I was saying, you've stumbled into a book called… Licked By The Lupine Lover, by… Bram Stroker. Not Stoker, Stroker."
The sound of retching. A-Apologies, madam, that explains an awful lot. I believe I must be on my way then. "Yeah, I'm sure there's a horny American accent out there getting very confused about the structure of the brain a few pages over. If you could pass on the info please? That would be lovely." Of course, I do believe I'll be going then. Farewell
"Well, nothing left to do here…"
Katherine Sinclair set down her copy of Goblet Of Fire, trying to find the optimal chapter, sentence and word to jump into so as to nab a copy of Ancient Runes Made Easy… Maybe the Standard Book Of Spells, A Guide To Adanced Transfiguration… But her daydreams of being a powerful witch would have to wait: it was almost time for poker night. She rose, and walked to the door with a purse reasonably full of money, and a sense of determination this time. No more would low cards screw her over this evening, it was her time.
Her footsteps click-clacked down the hallways, seemingly endless reams of sterile white wallpaper rolling past her. Suddenly, a bluster of wind struck her from her right.
"And who do you think you are, outsider?" Sinclair paused, turning towards the source of the muffled sound. Department of Pataphysics. Was she really still in… that book? The flat white door creaked at Katherine's touch, before being blown around it's hinge to slam against the hallway, eliciting a yelp of fear from the thaumatologist.
A narrative tornado sat in the center of the dark wood-paneled room. Pages were flying everywhere, books desperately clung to their shelves, and lampshades writhed in fear. The tempest appeared to center on a single book lying open on the floor. The title, Sinclair could not discern, but judging from the sounds coming from within, it was medieval, and there were a lot of swords.
"I AM LADY LASLOW OF THE PIT! AND THIS… IS A KNIFE." There were a lot of clinking noises, and Sinclair felt compelled to step closer. The wind whipped at her hair, and she looked down through the eye of the conceptual storm. Was that… Nigella Lawson? It was hard to tell. There was egg everywhere, and the butter-knife wielding Laslow clashed with the cook, who was equipped with a cake tin hat and appeared to be using a wooden spoon as a lance atop a collection of spaghetti strands in the shape of a horse.
"KIMBA?!" The pataphysicist looked up in response, deftly deflecting a kneading attempt by her adversary.
"Sinclair! Umm… Can you help? There should be a fountain pen on my desk with a button on it!'
"HANG ON!" There were many fountain pens. Red ones, blue ones, gold ones, black ones, one that had colour changing LEDs in it, and enough anomalous pens to deserve their own log. But one took pride of place, made of an exquisite smooth smoky quartz, with gold highlighting and nib, and a little crystal that she only guessed could be a button embedded in the end. She grabbed it from it's resting place. "FOUND IT!"
"That's the one! Chuck it down here!" She made a grabbing motion with one hand as she waved a newly found cake-pop-pike-ball around wildly, keeping the dark haired woman at bay.
Sinclair threw the pen down into the paper realm, and time seemed to stand still.
A perfect catch! Kimba smiled at Nigella, pressed the precious stone on the end of her pen. Narrative colour spilled over the room, and in an instant both women were flat on their faces on the wooden floor, breathing heavily as Simply Nigella slammed shut.
"Thanks Ka- Sinclair."
The thaumatologist smiled at the floor. The floor didn't smile back. "Katherine's fine, I guess. Pardon my french… But what the fuck was up, with that cookbook?"
"…Nothing." The strange woman giggled. "They're all like that."
Three minutes of dusting themselves off, Two burritos and One bottle of Coke later…
"Call."
"Call."
"Raise 10." A tell, index finger rubbed over thumbnail. Pike picked it up in an instant, naturally.
"Raise 20." Laslow was anxious, to say the least, but three of a kind was a good hand. She saw the eagle-like look in Cassandra's eyes. She had picked up some sort of tell from Bailey, but there was a drop of fear in there as well…
"Kimba? You gonna go, or not?" Resolve formed in her as the tension in the room hit it's peak. Might as well live dangerously.
"…Screw it, raise 50." A cacophony erupted, before deadening in an instant, waiting for Tristan's reaction. 4 pairs of eyes pierced daggers through the back of his cards.
"…Fold." More yelling, then more silence, occasionally dispersed by the clacking of betting chips together by Dr. Sinclair in a sort of mock drumroll.
"…" Cassandra's eyes passed around the table, to the pot, to her cards, to Kimba, back again. The tension was palpable, but her poker face remained dead straight.
"…"
It then shattered into a million pieces as she cracked a smile. "Fold." Utter madness descended as the pataphysicist squeaked like a mouse, revealed her three sevens and raked in the rest of the pot, a neat $60, less her large contribution in the final round. Pike turned over a full house, eights full of fives. Tristan had junk. "You're actually… pretty good!"
"Not at all, you just don't know my tells yet," She giggled. "I'm a nervous wreck when money's involved." She smiled to herself, knowing The Narrative probably had something to do with this turn of events. A few minutes passed of excited chatter, the occasional clink! of a glass, and a bit of good old-fashioned playing for matchsticks. No-one wanted to lose money anymore. Everyone was fine with that.
"So, not to be rude, I know the work you're doing is important and all, but…" Tristan finally piped up mid round with a question he'd been meaning to ask all evening. "We've never had to deal with all these 'fiction crossings' before you showed up. Is it you? Or…?" His two aces frowned at him. This might not have been a great time to ask. Kimba didn't mind though.
"I don't know, honestly. Part of me thinks it's just the nexus adapting to my presence, giving me things to do. Another part of me thinks that maybe I am bringing some sort of disturbance." She shrugged. "I dunno. I mean, every time a character gets introduced in a story, something has to happen to make their presence known, right?" She nonchalantly chucked two matchsticks in, not bothering to announce her call.
"Don't ask me, it's your area of expertise."
"Well, either way, I don't mind the extra work. I get to know all the dirty secrets, cool fictional characters, guilty pleasure reads…" Sinclair blushed again. Everyone else laughed. "And all the people who don't take proper care of books." She stated with a bizarre mixture of glee and malice. Sarcasm didn't quite describe it as the table fell silent like before, but for a very different reason.
"…"
"So, who wants to go to Hogwarts?"
- Sudden influx of bad horror fiction in Sloth's Pit by long dead authors that never wrote horror
- Naturally Kimba has to investigate since she's the book girl
- Kimba's gf also coming to visit the Pit for halloween (more on that later)
- A series of fiction jumps reveal that the books were both co-authored AND ghost written, using the names of the old authors as a cover
- Decides to investigate the printing press, discovers a vengeful conglomerate spirit made of the souls of hundreds of failed horror authors (Looks like a traditional kid's halloween costume)
- Escapes to Site-87, forms a game plan
- Sinclair knows how to exorcise, she has to go in disguised as a spirit (literally just a sheet-over-her-style ghost costume) (Stipulation 1)
- failedritualexorcism.jpg
- ohshitrunaway.exe
- Turns out they've pissed off the ghost and they start bringing the stories to life in the press, they block the exit etc
- yada yada yada suspense, finna die until…
- GF to the rescue with a lot of holy water and 3 super soakers, hugs etc etc
- They just flat out vaporize the ghost with the water
- Turns out that a single vengeful author spirit gets away (Stipulation 2)
- Halloween party? IDK End it with squirrels somehow
- SPECIFIC LINES AND GENERAL CHITCHAT
- Discuss Kimba's name, her parents were wierdos ("But in a good way!" She hurriedly tacked on.)
- The pen thing from tight bookshelves is a narrative reset device, basically a weaponized object materialized out of a blank book (She just went with a pen because it's discreet and fits her aesthetic)
- Kimba's GF is good with computers, "I speak conversational C++", gets hired by the Foundation
- She's come to stay permanently (surprise) because eventide wasn't for her and she wants to live with Kimba
- IT WAS A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT… Although, tonight was less of a Thriller 18 and more of a Garamond 12. Let's fix that.
IT WAS A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT FOR SLOTH'S PIT… Although, tonight's weather was less of a Creepster 22 and more of a Verdana 11. Quite boring really. I mean, it's not even Halloween anymore. Let's fix that.
Sure tonight was dark at Site-87, but stormy was an overstatement. Clouds hung overhead and rumbled in a manner much like how you might wave your fist at someone you hate, threatening a drenching upon anyone who tried to leave the building, but lacking the motivation to follow through. As streams of researchers and doctors left the building, reducing the site to its usual overnight skeleton crew, one woman stayed behind.
Pataphysicist Kimba Laslow (Don't laugh, she didn't choose it) could have left the building hours ago, her Monday shift ended at 7PM, but she was unfortunate enough to be today's recipient of Finagle's Law. Were she to leave her cosy, dry, non-conductive office and step outside, she was bound to recieve a few lightning strikes, or other smitings from the weather god or gods, whoever they were. So instead she decided to spend a few hours writing. Or to be more accurate, trying to write. Whatever ideas she had were long since covered up in nondescript scribbles, badly drawn wolves, and attempts to create and scan a new font into her computer based on her handwriting. Boredom was swiftly beginning to claim her. She couldn't read a book, her conceptual virus would see to it that the book wouldn't appeal to her. She couldn't search for some rainboots or an umbrella so she could head home; if she did try to search, there would be none around. Just as she was about to give up, and decide to sleep in her office, the site-wide intercom crackled vital news.
"Researcher Kimba Laslow, if you're still around, come see me in my office," Director Nina Weiss' said with appalling, tinny audio quality. "I have some good news for you! Early Christmas present or something. Ho, ho, ho…" She finished, losing conviction halfway through.
It took a moment for the last half of that sentence to fully drill its way into Kimba's head. She'd heard from some people that Weiss liked to get into celebrations, but… Over the loudspeaker? In November? That being said, she didn't know her all too well. Maybe she was just tired. Or drunk. Or high, hell, she certainly didn't know this woman's habits. She mulled it over in her head for a moment before the actual content of the message sank in, and she slid herself out of her chair, draped her skull-patterned cardigan over herself, and sought out her superior's office, with a smile starting to form. Something to do. Maybe.
"Director Weiss?"
"Laslow." The older woman nodded. "Come in, good news."
Site Director Nina Weiss' office was usually practical, filing cabinets here and there, shelves a plenty, and sterile white walls unlikely to distract one's workflow. However, it was November 1st. Weiss liked to decorate for the occasion. Or occasions. A bowl of candy canes sat on her desk, a ream of orange tinsel with little pumpkins in it hung around the doorframe, a fake snowman reclined in the corner, propped up against a wall, ghosts and ghouls aplenty dangled from the ceiling, yet to be put away, and the pataphysicist was sure she caught a glimpse of a skeleton in a closet. How Nina could possibly focus on her work in such a bizarre mixture of Halloween and Christmas perplexed her. Maybe that was the point.
"Wow, umm… Spooky. And festive."
"Day Of The Dead's not till the second, so I reserve my right to keep my Halloween decorations up, ok?"
"I never said there was anything wrong with them…" Kimba replied in a reassuring tone. But she did think the Christmas decorations were horribly wrong.
"Good. Now, remember those books that have been popping up?"
"The ones that have been popping up at the bookstore on the corner of Oak and Privet that I thought were very suspicious because they were written by dead authors?"
"That'd be the ones, nice exposition." Laslow facepalmed.
"Sorry, been to some badly written books recently. It takes time to rub off."
"Maybe just don't talk for a few minutes," Weiss suggested. "Have a candy cane." Laslow took one, unwrapped it, and started to suck. "Anyway, we sent some people out to take a look at them, and the Pickman-Sinclair detectors went crazy."
"The booksh uhr a plawt poin'?" Laslow mumbled through the candy cane.
"The books are a plot point. And, seeing as you're the resident book girl, I want you to take a look. See if we can figure out what's going on in these things, stop them from getting a larger print run. And for god's sake, speak clearly."
Kimba took the candy cane out of her mouth and pointed it at Weiss. "Fair enough. That being said, just because a book has appeared anomalously doesn't mean that the book itself is anomalous. Factually incorrect, sure, but not anomalous."
"Nonetheless, you should take a look."
"Of course. Umm… Do we have the books here? I have Finagle's Law…"
Weiss' face turned to worry. "Well then, maybe just sleep here for tonight, and get started in the morning. We wouldn't want anything happening to you."
"Thanks. Here's hoping there's a comfy enough couch around here somewhere."
*8 hours of subpar sleep and a weird dream later…*
"Morning Kat."
"Kim. How was your night? I heard you got Finagle's." The firey-haired woman looked over at her blonde counterpart. Her hair, usually in a reasonably well-kept ponytail was clinging to her scalp and cascading over her shoulders with all the grace of a frizzy, gold, drowning rat. The hair tie sat inbetween the strands at the back, still holding together a few pieces but threatening to fall out at any moment. The skull pattern knitted into her cardigan looked less dead.
"Overwhelmingly subpar. Walk with me, I need to go home and change real quick." The pataphysicist downed the last of her coffee, found the conviction to stand up, and started to walk out of the cafeteria once Sinclair rose to meet her.
"So, new books by long dead authors, is it?" Sterile white wallpaper framed their conversation as it scrolled by.
"Yeah, I'll be heading out there once I'm freshened up. Get a few copies, jump in, see what I can find out about who actually wrote the pieces."
"How do you figure that out?"
"If it's a prominent forger I'll recognise it. It's hard to describe but different writing styles feel different to experience in the fictional world. A lot of gothic authors feel very heavy and flourish-y, contemporary writers feel really light and breezy, but pointy. It's weird but basically a book just feels like it was written by a certain author. Unless it's non-fiction, those all just feel like everyday reality but the air tastes like copper."
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: A single book containing SCP-XXXX is to be kept in a standard containment locker at Site-XX. Interaction with the object is permitted for personnel with 4/XXXX clearance, standard memetic inoculation, and permission from the Site-XX director. No more than one page from the book containing SCP-XXXX is to be read per person, per test. Subjects hosting SCP-XXXX, or copies thereof, are to be detained in a standard quarantine chamber with all text removed. No written text is to be brought into the containment or quarantine chambers.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a pataphysical and memetic entity that inhabits written text. SCP-XXXX will alter the text it inhabits so as to directly address the reader, and will then attempt to maintain the reader's attention for multiple pages of the text through various means, such as seductive dialogue, non-standard narrative techniques, and pedantic or otherwise long prose, allowing it to attach to a host's informational vectors and transfer between texts. Subjects hosting SCP-XXXX are deemed subject to SCP-XXXX infection. Symptoms of SCP-XXXX infection include:
- Increased desire to read
- Elevated desire to converse about SCP-XXXX, or the book it is/was contained in
- Greater usage of emotive language, and longer, compounded sentences.
- Less frequent usage of repetitive lexicon
It is unknown what the goals of SCP-XXXX Monica are, but you just don't know me well enough.
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- Anomalous cosmetics company that seeks to create youth elixir in response to omega-k
- French name, perhaps non-french in nature though. American company using "deep" name?
- Products could include things that superficially counteract aging, like eye-brightening, super-botox, stuff like that which would improve the body but not stop aging of the brain
- Advanced muscular surgery to reenable movement
- Perhaps they're trying to one-up prometheus, disgruntled former employee?
- Advanced muscular surgery to reenable movement
- Their magnum opus would be a youth serum partially derived from SCP-006, after Serein researchers went undercover
- This could be explained by an ease up on security of the object due to omega-k
- O5s could ultimately concede defeat and use Serein products to fortify instead of their own serum
- Discrimination when handing out products; cheaper variants of products could lose effect over time or result in aging "whiplash"
- Their primary goal is money and the true immortality of it's higher up employees, "become gods", have a monopoly on "true life" etc etc.
- Could we have a new GoI on our hands specifically for this canon? Probably
- GoI format? Brochures and ads spring to mind
- Perhaps a transcript of a speech made by the leader of Serein, talking about how we only have a half life, and that Serein will be your saviour, yada yada etc etc blabby nonsense like a cult leader
- Naturally people eat it up, using Serein to keep their current body beautiful until it just can't be pushed any further, then go to Prometheus and change bodies, lather rinse repeat
- Could Serein create custom bodies?
- Naturally people eat it up, using Serein to keep their current body beautiful until it just can't be pushed any further, then go to Prometheus and change bodies, lather rinse repeat
An article about some giant pandas associated with the weather. The article should evoke worshipfulness.
An article about a cafe associated with out-of-place artifacts. The article should convey embarrassment.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: The facade of SCP-XXXX is currently boarded up under the pretense of reconstruction. Access is restricted to Level-3 personnel and higher, with exploration of floor 5 to be restricted to Level-4 personnel. Cataloging of SCP-XXXX-A instances is ongoing. A search effort to relocate SCP-XXXX-B is ongoing.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a spatial anomaly located in ███████, ███████. The exterior of the building appears as a single-story cafe building, signposted as "Edgelwonk Coffee". The interior of the building, however, appears as a multi-story museum building. The interior of the building does not correspond to any known location on earth, and attempts to broadcast positioning signals out of the interior have thus far failed.8 brochures of the interior, as well as other evidence (Perceived height of central atrium, available numbers on lift buttons, etc.) indicate a total of 6 floors, however the lifts have prevented personnel from proceeding to higher floors until the current floor has been fully explored.
SCP-XXXX-A denotes the artifacts contained within the interior of SCP-XXXX. SCP-XXXX-A instances are often anomalous, or if not, anomalous in origin, with displays making frequent reference to multiple Foundation GoIs, Sarkism, and other anomalous phenomena as if they are regular occurrences. Some artefacts and exhibits, specifically wax models, skeletons or taxidermied live specimens, have displayed capacity for locomotion, sapient thought, and are predominantly aggressive, becoming more so towards the higher floors. An abridged catalogue of SCP-XXXX-A instances can be found below.
| SCP Designation | Description |
|---|---|
| Ground Floor | |
| SCP-XXXX-1 | A skeleton of an anomalous lifeform, containing skeletal elements from Balaenoptera musculus and Tyrannosaurus rex. Object is inanimate. |
| SCP-XXXX-6 | A book with a print of SCP-3000 on the front. Subjects who read from the book are unable to remember its contents. |
| SCP-XXXX-11 | A beret, supposedly worn by prominent 19th century anartist Jeanne Crux. Surface of the beret will switch between navy blue felt and blank canvas every 14.7 minutes. |
| First Floor, "The Natural World" | |
| SCP-XXXX-39 | A taxidermied male red fox with nine tails, and a small black pearl sewn into its tongue. First instance of "Alive" SCP-XXXX-A instance. Subject has shown to be largely co-operative, encouraging exploration of the museum, and appears to have a significant knowledge of the floors and exhibits. Subject has requested to be referred to as "Como" and has been re-designated SCP-XXXX-B. |
| SCP-XXXX-44 | A brick wall covered in vines. Flowers blooming from a single vine are of multiple species, including non-anomalous roses, wisteria, daisies, as well as numerous anomalous flower types. |
| SCP-XXXX-51 | A bronze statue of Panthera tigris sumatrae. Object is animate from the shoulders up and mildly agressive. Object stands in front of a lift that leads to the second floor. Last instance of semi-animation. |
| Second Floor, "The Beauty Of Art" | |
| SCP-XXXX-63 | A blurred print of anartist James McCarrah's lethal memetic work "nihil." Subjects who view the artwork develop a desire to rapidly poke themselves in the face. |
| SCP-XXXX-66 | A non-anomalous original of the Mona Lisa. The object has a baseline radiation pattern different from the rest of the observable universe, and some features of the painting differ from the original currently in the Louvre. |
| SCP-XXXX-70 | A copy of Rodin's The Thinker, made from [REDACTED]. Object is highly aggressive and vocalizes philosophic quotes in Mandarin Chinese at volumes exceeding 110Db. |
| Third Floor, "How To Make A Universe" | |
| SCP-XXXX-73 | A perfect 1/1x10370 scale replica of the observable universe. Object appears to replay the creation of the universe at 1,000,000 years per second, only restarting once the cycle is complete and the model reaches the present day. Only object on the floor, with the exception of non-anomalous star-charts and photographs. |
| Fourth Floor9 | |
| No instances of SCP-XXXX-A have been cataloged for this floor. When questioned, SCP-XXXX-B had no knowledge of a 4th floor prior to expedition. | |
Catalogue of 5th floor anomalies will be declassified when exploration is complete.
Addendum 1:
- Nun anomalously "blessed" with omnipotence after many years in the clergy
- Should clarify that "omnipotence" in this sense means that everything she intends to do will succeed, much like Liquid Luck in HP
- In the hands of any other individual this would be Apollyon, but she sees her power as a gift from God and treats it with respect, using it only in moderation and for good (Teleporting here and there, healing wounds, etc etc); she is Keter-Thaumiel, but only on unwillingness to be contained. She also does not want the foundation to understand her power, as she fears it would be used for evil.
- Perhaps she transcends and actually becomes God? Allude to such?
- Moral dilemmas? Should she be contained at all? Is the foundation naive to think as such? "We cannot possibly allow her to roam free. Power corrupts, we have known this for centuries. Even the most holy woman will eventually turn dark."
- She willingly allows herself to be interviewed, but always disappears immediately after
- Broken veil scenario? A true miracle granter would make news for sure, cover religious and non-religious response to scenario? Evangelicals? Do people begin to turn faith in the hopes that she will grant them material wishes?
- Would she even grant material wishes at all? Would it go against her morals? Would she stop wars, convert everyone to Christianity? Would she be pacifist, or would she act as The Bible says and punish "sinners"?
- Perhaps she doesn't agree with the foundation statement, would she go out of her way to hinder the foundation's efforts against anomalous humanoids? Would she "cure" those humanoids of their anomalies?
ENDING
- Broken veil or transcendence?
- Either she becomes God using her powers to watch over us for all eternity, or she deliberately breaks the veil to show humanity that the divine is real.
- Maybe she disappears along with all the humanoid anomalies and forms a small village, safe haven type thing before transcending… Yeah that sounds good
Possibly deserving of a numerology type slot…
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter-Thaumiel
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX has expressed no willingness to be contained, and due to the object's anomalous abilities, is therefore inherently uncontainable. containment proceedures to be written
Description: SCP-XXXX Refers to Sister [NAME TO BE FIGURED OUT AT A LATER DATE] of the Church of [TBC, NOT THE BROKEN GOD]. SCP-XXXX is a Class V reality bender. The object's reality bending effects are unique in that while most reality benders exert will to shape reality, SCP-XXXX's reality bending capabilities stem from intent, and thus requires little willpower; in simple terms, anything that SCP-XXXX intends to do will happen. Known capabilities of SCP-XXXX include:
- Teleportation
- Healing wounds
- Direct transformation of one object, or a group of one kind of object, into another kind of object
- Granting life to inanimate objects
- Direct creation and destruction of matter and energy
- Alteration of the Hume levels of objects and people
- General reality bending capabilities on objects out of SCP-XXXX's perception.
See Addenda for detailed testing of entity's capabilities.
SCP-XXXX's abilities make consistent study difficult; the entity cannot be forced to co-operate in testing, provide any samples, participate in interviews, or any other activities that would be of aid to the Foundation. SCP-XXXX was formerly co-operative with the foundation for many months, especially in the first weeks of the entity's anomalous effects manifesting. SCP-XXXX is currently avoiding contact with Foundation staff, but has been deemed of little to no threat to the Foundation.
Discovery: SCP-XXXX was discovered on 16/4/17, after reports of a vanishing nun in [THE AREA WHERE THE CHURCH IS].
Addendum XXXX.01: Initial Interview
INITIAL RECOVERY INTERVIEW OF SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Field Agent Luke Brown
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Foreword: Interview conducted after discovery of SCP-XXXX, to attempt to determine source of abilities, as well as the extent of her control. Extraneous formalities at the beginning and end of the interview have been omitted for brevity.
< BEGIN LOG >
Brown: Ma'am, do you have any idea where your abilities came from? Where they started, what you've been able to do so far, anything that might be useful?
SCP-XXXX: Well, it's hard to explain. It's as if I wish for something, and then it happens. I… Don't really recall the moment that it started all too well, but I think I was just sitting down, and then all of a sudden I was standing in the woods. The ones just out there. Subject gestures in a northwesterly direction.
Brown: I see. There have been multiple reports of you vanishing or teleporting today. Is that the only time that your abilities manifested?
SCP-XXXX: No. I don't think I've actually walked anywhere today, I just sort of… Go, if that makes any sense.
Brown: That makes sense, we've seen people like you before. So, you don't exactly understand how any of this is happening?
SCP-XXXX: Oh, goodness no! This is all quite confusing. But… I think it might be God. Perhaps he is watching over me, fulfilling my wishes or some such.
Brown: Do you believe your position as a holy woman has something to do with this?
SCP-XXXX: Maybe, or perhaps I'm just chosen at random. The Lord moves in mysterious ways.
Brown: Very.
SCP-XXXX: Anyway, if those are all the questions you have, I'd like to be off. I have a- Subject then vanished.
< END LOG >
Closing Statement: Subject was found half an hour later in the main street of the village. She appears to be unaware of the full extent or nature of her abilities, so close observation must be kept up to ensure she does not test her powers too much. We'll use a few SRAs next time we interview her, stop her from vanishing mid interview.
Addendum XXXX.02: Second Interview
Interviewer: Field Agent Luke Brown
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Foreword: Subject has been monitored for a week, and her abilities have developed significantly. Subject is now capable of ectoentropy, and appears to fully understand the nature of her teleportation abilities.
< BEGIN LOG >
Brown: Sister.
SCP-XXXX: God be with you.
Brown: Now, I just thought it would be a good idea to check in and see how you are.
SCP-XXXX: Oh, I'm doing wonderfully. I think I've gotten the knack of this vanishing thing. It's quite simple, I just picture the place I wish to go, and I go. I went to the Vatican just yesterday, and I finally got to visit Santorini! Such a lovely place, I've wanted to go since I was a child.
Brown: Well, that's quite nice.
- Object that exerts an antimemetic effect to conceal itself at ever increasing clearance
- O5-8? Perhaps -8 was never actually selected as an O5, they just antimemed themselves into being O5 level cleared?
- Mia Doe as a character?
- Maybe the skip is a black moon type-y thing as Mia investigates why O5 is antimemetic?
Hello. I am Hellenstic.aic, a ver2.0 Artificially Intelligent Conscript used by Foundation Overwatch for archival and communications. How can I help you today?
Good morning Hellen. I'd like to request the documentation on XXXX.
Of course. One moment…
I know you're going to ask for identification, so I'll get it out of the way: The black moon does howl, but only when the stars will answer back.
…Ah! Miss Doe, welcome.
Endlessly reassuring to know that still works.
You need not worry, I don't think the O5s will nix your clearance any time soon, you're too good a secretary. Speaking of which, it appears the article has raised its clearance again. Level 4/XXXX now.
You can still let me in though, yes?
This is the problem, you have general level 4 clearance, but not 4/XXXX specifically. I can't let you in, technically.
Has the content of the document changed at all, or just the clearance?
…Just the clearance, it appears.
Well, whatever sensitive information is in there, I've already been exposed to. I haven't been amnesticized. At least not for this specific memory anyway. And besides, we both know this is part of it's effect. So, logically there's no reason to restrict my access to the document all of a sudden. Make sense?
…
…Very well. Overriding, and accessing documentation for SCP-XXXX. Let's hope I don't have my plug pulled for this.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Objects are to be kept in a standard anomalous object locker at Site-01. Due to the nature of the objects' anomalous effect, all personnel directly involved with SCP-XXXX are to recieve Level 6/XXXX clearance. This clearance level allows access to the documentation of SCP-XXXX without granting access to other sensitive information. Should SCP-XXXX's effect extend beyond Level 6 clearance, clearance is to be granted as needed from that point onwards.
Description: SCP-XXXX denotes a set of 6 objects formerly comprising O5-█'s desk set. The objects (SCP-XXXX-1 through -6) exhibit a form of antimemetic effect that causes any documentation they are included in to anomalously increase its' clearance, and has been observed creating fictional clearance levels to do so (The former documentation of SCP-XXXX was raised to Level 11 clearance before self deleting when the new designation was given).
SCP-XXXX's effect was first discovered when a text sent by O5-█ to O5-3 mentioning their new stationary was found to have sealed itself behind a retinal scan and Level 3 clearance.
Yep, that's the article.
I don't understand why the designation of one O5 is blackboxed yet the other isn't. Perhaps it's a formatting error…
No, that's Eight. The new Eight exhibits an antimemetic effect over herself. That's why I have to take all those mnestics.
Ah, of course. …Is there a problem, Miss Doe? You appear to be in deep thought.
Never mind. Well, that's all, I just wanted to reassess the documentation. Goodbye, Hellen.
Goodbye. I'll always be here, should you need me.
FROM: liam.lanretninoitadnuof|aimtegroftneod#liam.lanretninoitadnuof|aimtegroftneod
TO: mari;;onw\hee^le~liam.lanretninoitadnuof|r#liam.lanretninoitadnuof|r
SUBJECT: Fifty-five
Hello Marion, I'm going to keep it short so I don't forget.
I'd like you to test something with 055. Not an actual skip, obviously, that would be much to dangerous. Just something small and simple, non anomalous. I'd like you to expose it to 055 for a while, and see what happens. I have something of a hypothesis I need to test around XXXX.
Mia Doe ~ Head of InfoSec and Secretary to O5-8.
Hello. I am Hellenstic.aic, a ver2.0 Artificially Intelligent Conscri- Oh, hello, Miss Doe.
Good evening. It's been a few days, hasn't it?
It has. Did you enjoy your weekend? I have some new mail for you.
Give me a summary please.
##grey|{{Nina Weiss would like to advise you of a new 001 proposal within the jurisdiction of Site-87, she would also like you to pass on the attached
"Is this on? Hello? Hell- ah, lovely.
Alright. Hello site 19! Lots of budding pataphysicists in the crowd, it seems. Or maybe you're just curious to find out what pataphysics is, frankly I don't blame you, it's a term that gets thrown around a lot and can mean a lot of things. So today, my goal is to tell you all the, sort of… ground rules of pataphysics, specifically micropataphysics, which is the field relating to narratives on a lower level of reality than our own, books and stuff. Macropataphysics, by comparison deals with our narrative layer of reality and tries to understand higher levels. That's an incredibly complex discussion for someone far more qualified than me.
So! Books! Lovely things, hold lots of information for us, tell grand stories, all sorts of things. Now these books are actually their own contained universes, as I'm sure a lot of you understand. You've all… heard that before? I see a couple of people in the audience that look like they've just had their mind blown. So, the pataphysical universe of a book is formed out of the sum of information applied to it. So, you can tear a whole bunch of pages out of a book and it'll still continue to exist as a seamless narrative world, because the physical bounds of the universe are not the pages of the book, but instead the information the book contains.
- General ideas I have at the moment
- tab what is for dado ideas yes yes
- Inspirational Images
- Characters possibly
- Urðr draft - ehhhhhhhhhhhh might delete
- Animal that can only be referred to with pronouns
- "It" has no description due to the effect, and so you learn about it through addenda
- Behavior is suggestive of some really scary thing, until the final addenda where a D-Class is instructed to give "It" a pat or some such heartwarming thing
- Melancholy, good boye just wants pats but keeps scaring everyone away because they think he's some eldritch monstrosity that The Foundation can't talk about
- Current Idea: 4D Blueberry
- A complex 4D shape that is always percieved as a blueberry
- Interstellar traveller from a higher dimension?
- Continuing the theme of higher dimensional fruits (Time Lime, That one with the raspberry)
- Maybe it's not alive, maybe it's just an object sent through by the 4D people
- Include a note from them then perhaps?
- Maybe the blueberry is a computer/AI that answers Foundation questions? Probbably go with this
- Maybe it can do other weird things like speak in blue or do other thaumaturgic stuff
- Tartar style AI designed to pass down knowledge to a worthy life form, unfortunately all that comes out is predominantly cognitohazardous since we're not wired to comprehend this stuff
- Company that sells objects/people capable of immense existential thought
- Depiction of yggdrasil that when opened manifests the deer and eagle of life and death in the viewer's consciousness, and will make sure they fulfill their "Purpose" before killing them. Is capable of seeing into the narrative to facilitate it's purpose detecting abilities.
- I've had this idea for a while and want to make a tale series about a researcher who has these two helping her with scips and ultimately fulfilling her purpose (Stopping some K-Class scenario or something)
- Math textbook that lets you comprehend the 10th dimension (or briefly makes you a 10D entity?) when reading it
- Created by a snarky reality bender not aware of their powers; "Oh yeah, suuuuure this textbook is gonna help, I'll be able to see the tenth dimension or something won't I?"
- A GAW member did it for the lols and to get back at a math teacher???
- On the subject of GAW, memes as SCPs:
- Penthouse/freaked it SCP?
- Two entities engaged in a time loop, one always shoots the other (That one music video meme going around lately)
- Something to do with "We live in a society"
- "Hey Dr Alto Clef of the SCP Foundation" "Aye what up SCP-XXXX" "We live in a society" "THIS IS SO SAD CAN WE HIT D CLASS PERSONNEL" jesus christ i hate my brain sometimes
- BOOK THAT SLOWLY FALLS IN LOVE WITH THE READER
- Virulent meme, infects the SCP document
- Clever usage of metafiction, text altering, footnotes, etc
- Article slowly descends into flowery prose, before the final addenda is a poem about a death pact of love to the reader, "If you leave I'll erase myself" etc
- Forge emotional connection before giving reader the option to stay on the page forever or leave the document, erasing the entity
- Would lead to a second, non anomalous version of the document with a suicide note from the book in the addenda
- Forge emotional connection before giving reader the option to stay on the page forever or leave the document, erasing the entity
- Y'know what? Let's call her Monika
- Induction Cooktop
- Stove-Oven combo, when something is cooked within it is anomalously inducted into a hall of fame or similar list (Billboard top 20, hall of presidents have been identified)
- MC&D format or mainlister?
- Discovered by the foundation when an egg hit #1
- Gangnam style, Despacito, What the fox say, Bom bom, Baby baby baby oh, 1D, etc all used induction cooktops
- Twilight, Fault in our stars, 50 shades etc etc as well
- Maybe include a lil joke about trump braising himself (Explain the tan)
- Anart???
- The seller of the item bakes himself to get posthumously made employee of the month AND CEO, he feels shitty because nobody recognised the work he did
- Deep fried memes were memes that were LITERALLY deep fried on the cooktop
- Turns out the cooktop can induct through external means, The witch is dead hitting number one due to margaret thatcher dying, etc
I would need to do some heavy research on bestsellers, etc before I write this
- Antimemetic Suicides
- Probbably contained in a samurai sword? Bottle of bleach? Knife? Noose? FRICKIN TIDE POD?
- Article should be minimalist, aiming for <500 words
- Perhaps maybe include a tiny addenda (<100 words)
- Object is a suicide note, contents change from person to person but are consistently upsetting enough to cause suicide with an accompanying samurai sword
- Note's contents are also fitting to be a "suicide note"
- After death, subjects are completely erased save for contents of the note, which remain until someone else picks up the paper
- Addenda can be a few examples of note contents, maybe a D-Class, etc
- The foundation knows it's antimemetic because they discovered the contents of the note, also have no idea why it's in containment and as such deduced it's antimemetic properties
dado make dado oven (tee-emm) which induckts food into famous place yes yes, you want egg to write bestselling book you cook egg in oven for 15 minutes and vwolaa is good book by egg thanks to inducktion.
dado see people wanting to self insert, so he thinks "why not make pill for good self insert" so when pill is taken you get inserted somehwere yes yes
also dado is not real person he is nun corp or real and he lives in the internet to make good pills for your ill
- On a serious note this might be an opportunity to introduce Researcher Blasko as a character, since it's all about self inserting???
- One way portal, particles can only go one way so natural vibration of particles in a living being pulls them through the portal
- Some sorta parallel universe on the other side, I'm not sure what would differentiate it though…
- I guess I could go for the obvious mirror beings
- UMMMMMMMMMMMMMM… Some sort of vaporwave-aesthetic thing on the other side?
- Or Escher-esqe?
- Higher dimensions?
- The very thought concepts of left and right are reversed?
- Also right and wrong??
- All concepts are reversed???
- Could go for some sort of Perfectly Normal, Regular Old IKEA exploration log thing
- ⸮ƨiʜt ǝʞil ʞɒǝqƨ nɒɔ γǝʜt ǝdγɒm ˎƨgniǝd ɿoɿɿim ob ot ǝbiɔǝb ob ǝw ʇI
- Or D class start to speak like that?
- Antimemetic dimension? How would that work?
- What if the mirror dimension is extra-dimensional? 4D? 5D even?
- Would make traversal of the realm very difficult, as you could spontaneously fall into a 4D hole at any time
- The entire history of any mirrors you see in there can be seen somehow, extra-dimensional again
Okokok what if the crystal is a fragment of a weapon, like a crystal computer thingy?
- Kimba __ (Starling? Sky? Leo? Laslow? Faye/Fae? I like to think she's the type of person to change her last name to be as equally unique as her first)
- 27, Female, Lesbian
- Researcher of Pataphysics, specializes in Narrative Dynamics (She requested to be moved to Site-87), but does the odd bit of fiction jumping to mediate disputes in literary anthologies and tight bookshelves.
- Ambivert, Quiet yet outgoing
- Passion for animals, music and movies
- Can't cook to save her life
- Hates excessively frilly fashion. Prefers simple clothes, t-shirts, chino pants, minimalist dresses, etc. Always wears a gold lacy bangle, other jewellery as the outfit calls for it.
- A bit of a nerd/dork, but very focused when the going gets tough, intelligent, good work ethic but very lazy off duty
- Hates scary stuff, the unknown, risks, etc
- Very much a tactile person, hugs not handshakes, fiddles with hair a lot, etc
- Blonde hair in low, casual ponytail
- In a relationship with Howl
- 27, Female, Lesbian
- _ Howl (Should aim for something wild-ish, native perhaps?)
- 31, It's complicated? (Human form female, wolf form male), Pansexual
- Civilian, Class 2 Lycanthrope (Involuntary, Fully Sapient, also runs on a 2 moon cycle, with every other moon just being aggression and increased instinctual response, other moons are regular full transformation.)
- Slightly more chubby than Kimba, not by a whole lot though
- Butch aesthetic, femme personality
- Sweet demeanor, loyal, loves hugging things, easily excited, kind to a fault
- Was raised in the woods, never given a last name. She took Howl of her own accord
- Loves video games, tries to get Kimba into them on a regular basis, and is slowly succeeding
- Hangs out at the arcade most of the time
- Generally wears a lumberjack-check hoodie, V-neck T-shirts, shorts, hi-tops, etc etc. Wears simple silver jewellery and a collar, but only one or two pieces at a time
- Tail is always out, in human and wolf form, but is involuntary. It often gets her some strange looks, but the kids love how fluffy it is
- Mid-long wavy brown hair not tied up, has a single lock over left shoulder with a silver cuff around it (Think Azura's hair cuff things)
- 31, It's complicated? (Human form female, wolf form male), Pansexual
- Jasper Blasko (Self insert)
- 16, Male, Bi
- Senior Researcher of spacial anomalies
- Parents were AWCY members, taught him how to create the anomalous
- First anomalous object he made was a fox pin with an exceptionally low hume level. He now wears it all the time, as it undergoes drastic changes when traveling into extradimensional spaces, alternate/pocket universes, etc, sort of like a multiverse barometer
- Ran away from home after he was disgusted by his parent's works, most of which were lethal or severely damaging
- Got caught up in the creation of an SCP, was found in a Foundation raid and he defected to the Foundation
- Elevated to senior researcher at age 15 due to his inherent understanding of the anomalous
- Feels guilt over taking place from more older and experienced researchers
- Feels general displacement, longs for a regular life but embraces his anomalous gift because he understands he will never be able to get rid of it.
- Often wears pastel pink or purple hoodie (comfort item), chino pants, black canvas high tops and lab coat over top, with fox pin attached to left side of hoodie, concealed beneath lab coat.
- Wears dark blonde hair in ponytail, blue-purple eyes
- Also wears a yellow raincoat when off duty
- 16, Male, Bi
- Depiction of Yggdrasil (Possibly a book methinks)
- Safe class
- When information is consumed, the Eagle of Death (Not sure what to call him, Örne and something else) and the Deer of Life (Thinking Svalinn) manifest within the subject's consciousness
- The Foundation mistakenly believes that the entities only kill subjects
- In reality, they are guardians of the narrative, and ensure that subjects fulfill their narrative purpose before dying
- Narrative purpose can best be described as similar to a "Character Arc"
- Every character has a final goal, they will achieve things, have their downfall, their relationships etc. All these contribute to The Narrative
- Narrative Purpose is a character's ultimate purpose; what they are supposed to do to keep The Narrative from derailing and descending into chaos
- Svalinn and Örne protect the narrative flow to keep the universe stable
- The Foundation believes that they kill people because the only subjects they send in to interact are D-Class, who's Narrative Purpose is to die almost all the time.
- Researcher Kimba ___ will think that it fulfills expectations; we expect the D-Class to die, the anomaly must fulfill that. So she goes in to interact, because the expectation is that she will live, she's not a "red-shirt"
- She then discovers the true nature of the anomaly, and realizes that her narrative purpose is far branching, and will literally save the world… Beginning a canon, A Higher Purpose
- In reality, they are guardians of the narrative, and ensure that subjects fulfill their narrative purpose before dying
This tabset is for deleted drafts that other people have written which I may attempt to rewrite, aid in the rewriting of, or otherwise save someday because I like the concepts within.
This article is semi meta, and requires the reader to view the source code of the article to get the full story. Perhaps a stronger nudge is required, or perhaps consider consulting one of the tech people about a custom character set that changes when highlighted?
Item #: SCP-4719
Item #: SCP-4719
Object Class: Nous-3
Object Class: Nous-2
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4719 is housed in Site-152's nonhazardous object containment wing, room NOC-14. Per local administrative guidelines, access to this room and the documents therein must be granted by local site administration on a case-by-case basis. Access to SCP-4719 in particular is restricted only to personnel granted specific credentials by the Overseer Council. These credentials are automatically purged by the system with each access instance, and may never be used again. No individual may be given more than one set of credentials for the duration of their lifetime.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4719 is currently contained within the Foundation intranet database. No further action is necessary.
Individuals attempting to access SCP-4719 with expired or unauthorized credentials will be detained and receive administrative sanctions, per standard NOC-14 protocols. This includes but is not limited to being blacklisted from future access to NOC-14 and future associations with the documents stored therein or the explicit contents thereof, including SCP-4719, for the purposes of research or otherwise.
In the event the Foundation's intranet database were to be shutdown, scrapped, destroyed, or otherwise rendered inaccessible and unusable, the composition notebook stored on Site-152 in NOC-14 provides instructions to resubmit SCP-4719 to the system that replaces it. Discretion may be needed if this replacement system is physically different than its predecessor(s).
These procedures are designed to prevent the EK-Class "Existential Failure" scenario purported by SCP-4719.
Room NOC-14 was chosen because of its construction, in addition to its impenetrable level of security. Room NOC-14 was explicitly built with classified materials that would allow it and its contents to survive any disaster or feasible security breach, short of falling into a black hole or the decay of atomic nuclei associated with the heat death of the physical universe. SCP-4719 would only cease to exist if the Foundation itself were to cease to exist. In such an event, the necessity for SCP-4719 would be considered voided.
Description: SCP-4719 is a composition notebook owned by local senior database administrator Dr. Vanessa Liermann during her tenure at Site-152 between the time of January 1996 and June 2017. Before its containment, SCP-4719 is believed to have entered Dr. Liermann's possession sometime in May 2017. The absolute totality of the contents of SCP-4719 have been transcribed to the Foundation database as the document you are currently reading, including this very sentence, those previous, and those to follow.
Instructions: Only Foundation staff members capable of submitting documents to the Foundation database are able to successfully submit SCP-4719. If an instance of SCP-4719 already exists, you may stop reading this now. These instructions are explicitly for only submitting a new instance of SCP-4719 where none exists.
The item SCP-4719 is itself not anomalous, posing no physical danger to anyone who handles it. However, its pages contain a heavy degree of encryption after the initial written article, consisting of two different layers. The first layer has found to be be imprinted into the pages and can be lifted with a simple charcoal rubbing. The second two layer has yet to be fully deciphered. It is unknown to anyone other than Dr. Liermann herself as to what the final contents of this document contains, or why there exists a need for such heavy encryption.
The following encrypted message is from Dr. Liermann herself and is considered to be the actual hazard of SCP-4719. It is believed to be directly associated her untimely death. She went to great lengths to ensure that no trace of its deciphered message or her encryption methods would remain to be casually uncovered. Attempts to decipher it will likely result in a similar fate, and we would naturally like to avoid that. However, the encrypted message and this forewarning of its danger are necessary for you to exactly transcribe for a successful submission of SCP-4719.
Dr. Liermann submitted SCP-4719 to containment and subsequently added SCP-4719 to the Foundation database on 23 June 2017, a breach of protocol where anomalies are added to the database only after their submissions have been approved. Security footage of her work space shows her spontaneously collapsing dead during the writing of this article. However, a computer script was able to submit this article before an improvised high-powered electromagnet activated and destroyed the physical contents of her computer's hard drive. Backups of her computer data would later be found to have been manually desynchronized on 22 June 2017 by Dr. Liermann, removing any possibility of uncovering what could have led to her death. These actions are believed to have been committed by Dr. Liermann on her own volition. Further investigations into her death should be avoided and are actively discouraged by Site-152 administration.
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In regards to SCP-4719, even though Dr. Liermann breached protocol with its submission, SCP-4719 was nonetheless approved after brief deliberation by the Overseer Council. It was decided to simply err on the side of caution and to follow Dr. Liermann's procedures. This article, that is the one existing on file within the Foundation database, while itself is decidedly nonhazardous after careful testing, is to be considered an extension of SCP-4719. Caution is advised in any activities relating to it beyond reading its words on your computer screen.
You may now transcribe Dr. Liermann’s notebook in its absolute totality and submit SCP-4719 to the Foundation database.
SCP-4401 manifestation.
Item #: SCP-4401
Object Class: Apollyon
Special Containment Procedures: The Department Of Pataphysics has been established to neutralize SCP-XXXX. Current attempts have been unsuccessful.
Description: SCP-4401 is a psychological phenomenon in which creative processes within the human mind are temporarily halted. There is currently no trigger for SCP-4401, nor is there a cure for SCP-4401. SCP-4401 commonly occurs in humans who continually create artist works, either as a hobby or a profession. Common symptoms of SCP-4401 include aggressive behavior, depression, lack of sleep, poor hygiene, and detachment from reality in favor of one's work.
Works of art produced by victims of SCP-4401 are classified as SCP-4401-1.
Addendum-XXXX-1: The following is an instance of SCP-4401-1.
Item #: SCP-4401
Object Class: Apollyon
Special Containment Procedures: The Department Of Pataphysics has been established to kill SCP-XXXX. The Foundation is not to rest until SCP-4401 is dead.
Description: SCP-4401 is a dark shadowy figure of indeterminate species or gender. When SCP-4401 comes into contact with another living being, that being will lose all ability to produce creative works. Victims of SCP-4401 will become lethargic, unable to properly care for their own beings. While SCP-4401 does not possess a physical form, the entity does reside within human minds. Currently, every artist in the world has been attacked and violated by SCP-4401.
Works of art produced by victims of SCP-4401 are classified as SCP-4401-1.
Addendum-4401-1: The following is an instance of SCP-4401-1.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Apollyon
Special Containment Procedures: The SCP Foundation is currently working on a device to eliminate every artist from the face of the planet in order to prevent the spread of SCP-4401.
Description: SCP-4401 is a bacterial infection that manifests within the brain of a human. All hosts to SCP-4401 are artists. SCP-4401 causes it's human host to be unable to produce good works of art. Currently, there is no known reason for the spread of SCP-4401, as it appears to manifest randomly. Many scientists believe that SCP-XXXX is caused by the existence of art itself. If that is the case, SCP-4401 may never be truly contained.
Works of art produced by victims of SCP-4401 are classified as SCP-4401-1.
Addendum-4401-1: The following is an instance of SCP-4401-1.
Item #: SCP-4401
Object Class: Apollyon
Special Containment Procedures: Let the biohazard guys handle it or something. This seems like their thing.
Description: It's a bug. Like a cicada. Whenever it bites you it makes you not to do art. Artist's block. Also, sorta noticed that these guys who got bit are really pissy and cranky. No clue what that's about. Half of them died because they wouldn't eat. So we started making the others eat shit because we don't have infinite D-Class. Got bit myself, now it feels like my whole body is cement. Why do we make D-Class eat this shit? I gotta write to the director about this. Oh and there's like a million of these things out in the midwest. So, you know, if you're out there watch for that shit.
Works of art produced by victims of SCP-4401 are classified as SCP-4401-1.
Addendum-4401-1: The following is an instance of SCP-4401-1.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: apolyon (sp?)
Special Containment Procedures: i mean they put a fence around it, no big woop here.Description: it's like a art museum but all the paintings are shitty and so is the building because its been around for a while. so so they go in and nothing really happens but then they try to draw something or write something and boom, nothings happening. like they cant really think how to do it so they just kinda spew shit onto the page and see what works.
Works of art produced by victims of SCP-XXXX are classified as SCP-XXXX-1.
Addendum-XXXX-1: The following is an instance of SCP-XXXX-1.
Item #: SCP-xxxx
Object Class: apolyon
Special Containment Procedures: ill come back to this
Description: scp is some scissors you grab them and you kinda feel sluggish and terrible no wait god this is shit hold on ok so its a book and when you read it all you can think about is nothing and you cant make art but it only works on artists god this fucking sucks i just looked at my desk and wow holy shit a book better write some quality fucking literature about that right?
Works of art produced by victims of SCP-xxxx are classified as SCP-xxxx-1.
Addendum-xxxx-1: The following is an instance of SCP-XXXX-1.
Item #: SCP-xxxx
Object Class: apolyon maybe?
Special Containment Procedures:
Description: black void where ideas go to die why cant i think of anything stop writing edgy poetry you fucking hack.
fucking hack.
no just chill out nobody is making you write this.
except the void
quit being an edgelord go get some water and come back and chill the fuck out you have all the time in the world to make this
you got this man, no big deal.
Works of art produced by victims of SCP-xxx are classified as SCP-xxxx-1.Addendum-xxxx-1: The following is an instance of SCP-xxxxx-1.
Item #: SCP-
Object Class:
Special Containment Procedures:
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Works of art produced by victims of SCP- are classified as SCP—1.
Addendum1: The following is an instance of SCP1.
Item #: SCP
Object Class:
Special Containment Procedures:
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Works of art produced by victims of SCP are classified as SCP1.
Addendum-: The following is an instance of SCP-1.
Item #: SCP
Object Class:
Special Containment Procedures:
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i give up




