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Item #: SCP-166

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-166 can be kept safely in a minimal security environment. As of ██-██-████, SCP-166 is housed in a standard Class B suite at Site-17, with the following alterations:

  • The adjacent suite has been redesignated into a local observation post.
  • Translucent acrylic panels have been placed in the approach corridor and staging area to prevent direct line of sight into the containment suite from the exterior hallway.
  • Warning signs have been placed throughout the containment area indicating that no non-female personnel are permitted in the area.

Reasonable requests for personal items and modifications to the containment suite may be granted upon approval by a Level 4 or higher authority. To date, SCP-166 has requested:

  • A copy of the Holy Bible (Douay-Rheims, Challoner Revision) (granted).
  • A rosary (granted).
  • Access to a Catholic priest for Confession, Mass, and other sacraments (permissible only under strict supervision).
  • Various books and magazines, mostly religious in nature (granted, pending review and approval of contents).
  • Access to the Abbess of the ████████ ██ ████████ ██████████ Convent in Cornwall, England (granted: SCP-166 is to be allowed a maximum of 1 hour of visiting time by this individual per week).

SCP-166 is generally content to remain in her quarters, as long as she is provided with entertainment in the form of religious materials, books, and art supplies. In return for her cooperation in her own confinement, SCP-166 is to be allowed a 24-hour excursion away from Site-17 to an adjacent uninhabited island no more than once per month. Limited Release Protocol 19-A is to be observed in these cases, with the added restriction that no non-female personnel are to be assigned to SCP-166 during this excursion.

Non-female staff are forbidden from viewing or entering the direct vicinity of SCP-166. Violation of this order will result in immediate disciplinary review and possible termination. At least one staff member must remain in adjacent observation room at all times, and maintain direct visual observation of SCP-166 through viewing slits or closed circuit television. In order to minimize the risk of accidental exposure, all cameras and windows shall be equipped with translucent filters with at least 50% exclusion of detail. No permanent record shall be kept of any photographic evidence of SCP-166's appearance.


Description: SCP-166 appears to be a female in her late teens or early twenties, of average height and slender build. Medical and physiological analysis indicates several deviations from baseline human norms, including a pair of small bony protrusions above her eyebrows, vertical slit pupils, accelerated hair growth, and unusual dietary requirements.1

SCP-166 is noted for her unusual effect upon fertile human males. Upon establishing visual contact with SCP-166, 100% of human males tested attempted immediate amorous contact. In approximately 70% of these test subjects, the impulse faded after being removed from SCP-166's presence. In 30% of these cases, however, the desire turned into obsession, resulting in violent attempts to gain SCP-166's favor. Class-A amnestics were efficacious in most of these cases; the remainder required termination.

SCP-166's anomalous effect causes her distress, not least due to her desire to live a cloistered life based on the evangelical counsels. For this reason and others, direct contact between her and any human male is strictly prohibited.


Addendum 166-A: Circumstances of Retrieval: SCP-166 was originally retrieved from a convent in Cornwall, England, on ██-██-████. According to the nuns, she had originally been delivered to the convent by a "person of indistinguishable features" who claimed that she was the offspring of "an elder creature of great power," and provided instructions for her care. All attempts to locate the mother have been unsuccessful to date.

SCP-166 was raised by the nuns in a cloistered environment until a young man (Subject A) who sneaked into the convent to visit one of the novices accidentally caught sight of her. Three days later, Subject A became violent and attacked the convent, attempting to gain access to SCP-166. Subject A proceeded to kill one person and severely injure three others before being neutralized by force.

A Foundation operative consulting with a local priest regarding an unrelated matter heard of the incident and proceeded to the scene. When he too became enamoured, the operative immediately cut off contact, placed himself into confinement, and requested a female operative to take over the retrieval operation. Agent Beatrix Maddox made contact with the Abbess shortly afterward, negotiating the transfer of SCP-166 to Foundation facilities for containment and research.


Addendum 166-K: Interview log, dated ██-██-████.

Interviewed: SCP-166

Interviewer: ██████, Abbess of the ████████ ██ ████████ ██████████ Convent

Foreword: This interview took place on ██-██-████ during SCP-166's weekly visit.

<Begin Log>

SCP-166: Bless me, Mother Superior, for I have sinned. It has been █ years, █ months, and ██ days since my last Confession. I confess that I have committed the—

Abbess: My child. Stop. We have had this conversation before. I am not a priest. I cannot administer this sacrament—

SCP-166: (agitated) — the mortal sin of fornication. I have—

Abbess: STOP!

(Silence)

Abbess: Tell me what is wrong.

SCP-166: … I had the dream again, Mother Superior.

Abbess: Tell me about this dream, my dear.

SCP-166: Must I? It is the same dream every time, and you know how it goes.

(Silence)

Abbess: I see. You seem much more upset than usual, my dear. Did something happen?

SCP-166: I… I don't wish to tell you about it. It is too shameful.

Abbess: I see. Dr. ████████?2 A word, please.

<End Log>

Closing Statement: Following this interview, Abbess ██████ petitioned the O5 Council for revision of Containment Protocols for SCP-166. Containment Protocols were tentatively updated to allow SCP-166 to see a priest, provided security procedures were followed.


Addendum 166-L: Interview log, dated ██-██-████.

Interviewed: SCP-166

Interviewer: Father ██████, a priest associated with ████████ ██ ████████ ██████████ Convent

Foreword: This interview took place on ██-██-████. Father ██████ (hereafter referred to as "Priest") carried out this interview from the other side of a sight-concealing panel while under armed guard. Per the request of Father ██████ and SCP-166, the guards present wore noise-cancelling headphones and earplugs to prevent their overhearing this conversation. Per standard security protocols, the conversation was recorded for archival purposes.

<Begin Log>

Guard: All right, Father. The mic button is located here: press it and SCP-166 will be able to hear you. If there is a problem, hold a hand up over your head, and I'll give you a hand.

Priest: Sure. Hand up if I need help.

Guard: Oh, and one more thing. I'm obligated to tell you that any move to breach the booth without my permission will result in your immediate termination. Understood?

Priest: Got it. Don't leave or I die.

Guard: I'll put on the headphones now. Signal me when you're done.

(Extended silence.)

SCP-166: Hello?

Priest: Hi. I'm Father ██████. I'm a priest in good standing with the Archdiocese of Southwark of the Roman Catholic Church. ██████ is a friend of mine. She told me about your… unusual circumstance and asked if I'd administer the sacraments to a prisoner in bondage.

SCP-166: Thank the Lord… Father, it has been █ years, █ months, and ██ days since my last confession. I confess that I have not attended a Mass during that time. I confess that I have attempted on three occasions to confess my sins to Abbess ██████, full knowing that she was not a priest and could not administer the Sacrament. And finally…

(Silence)

Priest: Yes?

SCP-166: I… I confess to the sin of fornication.

Priest: I see. Can you be more specific, please?

SCP-166: I… I believe I can. Has the Mother Superior told you of the circumstances of my birth?

Priest: I'm aware of them, and of the work of the Convent.

SCP-166: Then you know I was born out of a horrid act of sin. My very nature is sinful.

Priest: As are we all. Garden of Eden. Original sin and all that.

SCP-166: I… I suppose. But…

Priest: Your heritage isn't a sin that requires confession. It's a temptation towards sin, but not a sin in itself. Now, the sin you were confessing was fornication.

SCP-166: Yes.

Priest: Tell me what happened.

SCP-166: I… I have these dreams, Father. In them, I am naked, and I am walking through the woods… No. Dancing through the woods. There are men with me. Many, many men. They are naked as well. And they are all desirous of me.

Priest: I see.

SCP-166: In my dream… unlike in real life… I do not turn the men away. I lay with them. One after another. Until they are all… spent.

Priest: What happens next?

SCP-166: In my dream? In my dream, I… I then begin to change. My body changes from that of a woman into that of a man. And then I am surrounded by women instead. They are as desirous of me as the men were of me when I was a woman. And just like the men, I lie with these women. I put my seed into them, and they all become with child.

Priest: What do you think this means?

SCP-166: It is not a question of thinking. It is a question of knowing. Mother Superior has told me that this dream of mine, that I have over and over, it is my destiny denied. That my sinful nature wishes to carry out its purpose, to carry out a horrid ritual filled with lust. I have denied this all my life. This is why I must stay hidden from all men, for their hearts are lustful and their wills are weak.

Priest: I think you underestimate men. We're not all as bad as that.

(Silence)

Priest: In any case, if all you did was dream, you haven't actually done anything sinful. No sin has been committed. Everyone experiences temptation. Sin is a matter of actions taken.

SCP-166: I… I still confess to the sin of fornication.

Priest: How so?

SCP-166: The last dream… I enjoyed it. And in a moment of weakness, I…

Priest: Ah. I see. That's actually a different sin, you know.

SCP-166: There was a crucifix in the room with me as well. Do you think that counts as sacrilege, Father?

Priest: Maybe? Let's absolve you for as well, just to be safe. Is there anything else, then?

SCP-166: Several venial sins. I was angry at one of my guards for taking away my copy of Thomas Aquinas before I had finished reading it. And I was short-tempered with Dr. ████████ for denying me the ability to confess my sins for so many years. And I confess to eating meat on a Friday. I was hungry, and the meal plan for that day had nothing else.

Priest: Let's have a word with your caretakers regarding that. In the meantime, shall we pray?

SCP-166: Yes, Father.

<End Log>

Closing Statement: SCP-166 and Father ██████ then said several prayers in Latin, upon which Father ██████ administered the Eucharist through a slot in the concealing panel and absolved her of her sins. As penance, SCP-166 forewent her next five optional excursions, choosing instead to spend that time in prayer in her private quarters.


Addendum 166-E: Text of a letter, origin unknown, placed in SCP-166's suite on ██-██-████.

Dear ██████,

I first met your mother when she was a girl. She had hooves for feet and starlight in her eyes. She was beauty and nature, and I killed her with my own two hands.

Eden isn't a place. It's a state of being. They wanted to take us back to it. I stopped them. I took paradise away from us for a second time. I have never regretted my actions on that day, except one: that when you first met me on that day, you saw your father put a bullet into the head of your mother. I make no excuses, only explanation. I hope you understand why I did what I did. I hope you forgive me.

I love you. I wish I could have done more for you. The best I could do was leave you in the hands of kind and loving people and hope they would raise you in my place. From what I've seen, they did well. I'm sorry you couldn't stay with them. I'm sorry they've brought you to this place. I promise to do my best to make sure your stay here is pleasant. I promise to keep you safe.

Happy sixteenth birthday, honey.

Your father,
████ ███████


Addendum 166-V: Regarding SCP-166 and Sexual/Gender Minorities.

Any requests for data regarding SCP-166's effects on individuals who belong to or identify with gender and sexual minorities will be denied. We have confirmed a group of persons (cisgendered women) who are unaffected by SCP-166's anomalous effects, meaning that we have a set of staffing protocols which adequately fulfill the needs of the Foundation and SCP-166. Further experimentation is unnecessary and (given SCP-166's anomalous effects) dangerous.

Ethics Committe.


You wake up to the sound of your alarm clock ringing.


"I wonder who she's going to be today?"

Assistant Director Celesta, PHYSICS Division, Paris Branch looked up from her notepad. "Excuse me?"

"The Scary Lady," Director Theremin, PHYSICS Division, Normandy Branch replied. "No one knows that D.C. Al Fine looks like. Whenever we have these meetings, she usually takes the form of a famous film actress."

"During the Cuban Missile Crisis, she showed up as Vera Miles from 'Psycho,'" Assistant Director Contrabass, Nice Branch mused. "Shortly after 9/11, she was Sigourney Weaver from 'Alien'."

"Which wasn't nearly as scary as the time she showed up as Katherine Hepburn from 'The African Queen,'" Theremin said, chuckling. "That was the Roswell Crisis. Pants were browned. People nearly fainted."

"Twenty seconds to Conclave," a bespectacled technician said.

"All right, here we go," Theremin muttered, adjusting his tie. "No matter what happens, everyone stay calm."

"Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven…" The tech stopped reciting his countdown out loud and raised six fingers, then five… four… three… two… one.

The room plunged into darkness. A moment later, the first twinkling star appeared in the black expanse… then another… then another… until, finally, one hundred eight twinkling motes of light shone in the void.

The first point of light shimmered and began to stretch. It soon expanded outwards into the shape of a tall woman clad in white, her weathered face still regal with authority, her hard, cold eyes staring imperiously at the other 107 stars.

"Katherine Hepburn. 'The Lion in Winter,'" Theremin whispered.

Celesta stifled a scream.


D.C. Al Fine stared into the abyss, and the abyss blinked back. Every single one of her nerves felt like they were on fire. Wearing Elanor of Aquitaine helped, but unlike Lady Kate, she didn't have a script to tell her what to say.

She would deal.

She straightened her back and adjusted the hem of her wimple. Her chin raised in a defiant, haughty gesture. She faced the Council with her feet apart and her hands clasped behind her back, and spoke.

"Ladies, Gentlemen, and others. The Council of 108 is now in Conclave. The agenda today: the increasing belligerence of the Foundation, and our response to their actions. We begin with a report from PHYSICS Division. Director Theremin?"

The star that represented PHYSICS Division dipped and twinkled. A moment later, it expanded outwards into the form of a meek-looking older gentleman with thin, graying hair and spectacles. "Thank you, Ms. Secretary," the man said. "We received our first indications of a sea change in Foundation policy [X TIME] ago, after embedded agents reported an attack on one of their facilities by an unknown party…"

Al Fine quietly tapped a key on her keyboard, and the image of Katharine Hepburn continued to nod sternly as Assistant Director Theremin continued his presentation. She sat down hard in her chair and took deep breaths, glaring at the Powerpoint slides now hovering in the darkness of the Conclave.

A soft ping, and one of the many stars floating in the darkness slid closer. It expanded into a line of text shimmering in the darkness.

HE'S GOOD. WASTED AS AN ASSISTANT DIRECTOR. PROMOTE HIM.

Al Fine smirked and shook her head. A quick twitch of her eyebrow, and an answering line of text slid towards the star. BEEN A WHILE SINCE YOU WERE LAST PRESENT IN CONCLAVE.

I'M MORE SURPRISED THAT MY CODES STILL WORKED. WE DIDN'T EXACTLY PART ON THE BEST OF TERMS.

IT'S NOT UP TO ME. THE SISTERS OF PERPETUAL VIGILANCE ARE STILL TECHNICALLY PART OF THE COUNCIL OF 108. IT'S NOT MY BUSINESS IF THOSE NUNS NEVER BOTHERED TO CHANGE THEIR PASSWORDS.

THEN LET ME MAKE THIS QUICK. the star texted back. KEEP YOUR PEOPLE IN CHECK. THIS IS AN INTERNAL HOUSE-CLEANING, NOT AN EXPANSION OF POWER.

Al Fine snorted. BULLSHIT. EXPLAIN THIS. She gestured towards the image of Assistant Director Theremin, now surrounded by a floating video screens depicting blurry footage of black-clad soldiers gunning down lurching zombies by the dozen. Another showed two women dragging a pantsless man out of an apartment building and shoving him into the back seat of a black automobile.. A third showed men in Haz-Mat suits evacuating an apartment building, while a man with no face conversed with a Russian on the sidewalk.

There were a half-dozen more. All of them showed vastly different scenes, but they were all showing the same thing.

WE TOLERATED YOUR EXISTENCE BECAUSE YOU HAD ALWAYS TAKEN A PASSIVE ROLE IN PARANORMAL AFFAIRS, Al Fine continued. BUT YOU'VE STARTED ACTING PROACTIVELY. THAT MAKES YOU AN ACTIVE THREAT.

THEN TELL ME OUR OPTIONS.

I SEE TWO CHOICES, Al Fine replied, as Assistant Director Theremin began to wrap up his presentation. FIRST CHOICE: YOU BECOME A MEMBER OF THE GLOBAL OCCULT COALITION. YOU WORK BY OUR BYLAWS. YOU SUBMIT TO OUR OVERSIGHT. YOU ALLOW OUR INSPECTORS FULL ACCESS TO YOUR CONTAINMENT FACILITIES. YOU ALLOW US TO PROSECUTE CERTAIN OF YOUR PERSONNEL FOR THE CRIMES AGAINST HUMANITY THAT THEY HAVE PERPETRATED, OSTENSIBLY FOR THE GREATER GOOD. AND YOU TURN OVER THE BLOOM.

THE OVERSEER COUNCIL WILL NEVER AGREE TO THAT.

THEN YOU KNOW WHAT'S COMING.

I DO. GOODBYE.

GOODBYE.

The star twinkled once and vanished from view. Al Fine closed her eyes and inhaled deeply.

"… which leads to one simple conclusion," Assistant Director Theremin concluded. "The current situation more than passes the criteria for escalation of Response Level against the Foundation to Level 5. I will now answer any questions you may have."

"I will begin," said The Seventh Head of the Society of the Immortal Orochi. "Let us not mince words: this is a request to declare war against one of the most heavily armed paranormal agencies in existence, with the possible exception of PHYSICS Division itself. Is the Coalition even capable of winning such a war?"

"The Silicon Nornir have projected a 75% chance of victory in this war," Theremin replied. "However, in 50% of cases, victory has required the execution of Procedure Pizzicato…"

"… which is the very definition of a Pyrrhic victory," the Seventh Head interrupted, "given that we would have failed at one of our most important missions to achieve it."

"As I said before, that is only in 50% of the projected outcomes," Theremin insisted. "There are just as many scenarios that achieve victory without abandoning the Second Mission."

"By, for instance, executing an immediate decapitation strike against the Foundation's leadership through the use of memetic weaponry?" the Seventh Head said. "You are not the only one who has read the Silicon Nornir's analysis. Some of the scenarios they have proposed are grotesque in the extreme."

"I personally liked the one that proposed causing deliberate containment breaches in their facilities, counting on their own self-interest in keeping their anomalies contained to prevent a Second Mission failure," said Lord Marcus Crowley, Antipope of the United Church of Satan, Scientist.

"I'd like to ask a different question," a woman said. "Isn't it true that none of these plans matter in the long run? Even if you do succeed in defeating the Foundation, they'll just activate The Bloom and undo everything you've done."

Al Fine froze.

"What the hell is The Bloom?" the Seventh Head asked. "Who the hell are you?"

[AND THIS IS WHEN SOMEONE INTERRUPTS THE MEETING TO PROPOSE AN ALLIANCE]

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