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SCP-@ was discovered on 06/10/1996 in the province of Govi-Altai, Mongolia, following official investigations into anomalous local seismic activity and the disappearance of a a coal prospecting party. Local authorities, assisted by members of the China Geological Survey, discovered the remains of a disused mining facility, in which the prospectors had apparently set up base camp. However, despite signs of recent habitation, no trace of the missing personnel could be found. Most recent activity conducted at the site appeared to be the excavation of a 2m-wide shaft that connected to an underground cave system. During its investigation, personnel reported sudden headaches and nausea, along with intermittent nosebleeds; the investigation head, suspecting possible toxicity or radiation hazards, contacted governmental officials, through which the Foundation was notified. Embedded agents disseminated a cover story explaining the prospecting party's disapperance as a result of accidental suffocation following a subterranean gas leak. The site was handed over to Foundation front Satie Logistics on 10/10/1996, which conducted initial threat assessment and containment. Site was classified as SCP-@ on the following day.
SCP-@ is an apparently man-made series of tunnels and caves
SCP-3000 is the former (name cancer hospital, central asian state). (abandoned date) (discovered anomalous by local authorities investigating disappearance of two girls) (embedded agents bring to Foundation attention) (site acquired by Foundation front etc.)
SCP-3000 induces negative physical effects upon humans inside it; personnel with a MARS score of 2 or lower experience debilitating (stroke symptoms) upon entering the complex, while personnel with a score of 4 or lower experience only mild headaches, nausea, and nosebleeds. SCP-3000 is also home to multiple perceptual anomalies. Regardless of MARS score, all tested personnel hear indeterminate human voices at all times while within SCP-3000, emanating from inside its walls. Various sightings have also been reported of human remains within the building. Personnel have reported (rotting corpses in the walls, drifting bundles of nerves, muscles, and bones, severed body parts blocking rooms).
Both the voices and the sightings have not been corroborated by recordings and are assumed to be hallucinatory in nature.
vertical shaft extending into the ground
exploration fails to find anything meaningful, except that the shaft extends an indefinite amount into the earth
air drawn into the shaft, warmth
- link to forced reincarnation somehow
Back from the grave, [REDACTED]? I'd have expected no less.
On the contrary, I completely understand. We signed our lives and more to the cause. You and I, and the rest.
Object was discovered on 21st July, 1999, following reports of a missing coal prospecting party in Inner Mongolia. On that date, global Aetheric Resonance Indicators (ARIs) run by the Foundation's Experimental Containment Research Group (ECRG) registered a spike in aspect radiation centering at [COORDINATES].
Preliminary assessment by local authorities discovered the remains of what appeared to be a disused mining facility, in which the prospectors had apparently set up base camp. However, despite signs of recent habitation, no trace of the missing personnel could be found. Most recent activity conducted at the site appeared to be the excavation of a 2m-wide shaft that connected to an underground cave system. During its investigation, personnel reported sudden headaches and nausea, along with intermittent nosebleeds; the investigation head, suspecting possible toxicity or radiation hazards, contacted governmental officials, through which the Foundation was notified. Situation was successfully handed over to Foundation front Satie Logistics on 24th July. Cover story was later disseminated explaining the prospecting party's deaths as a result of accidental suffocation following a subterranean natural gas leak, and the surviving family members were compensated through various Foundation public liaison fronts.
Further investigation revealed no trace of radiological or chemical hazards; however, minor spikes in local aspect radiation measuring up to 0.4 kilocaspers were observed by the portable ARI, indicating possible thaumatic or psychic activity. Elements of MTF Theta-77 ("Who You Gonna Call?") were subsequently activated and brought on-site to provide guidance due to their familiarity with such phenomena.
A combined exploration of the underground shaft by unmanned vehicles and Theta-77 revealed a large rock chamber approximately 25m below the surface, seemingly man-made. Chamber was hemispherical in shape, with an estimated diameter of 169m. The source of aspect radiation was determined to be the central three-pronged concrete structure located at the center of the chamber. Exploration yielded [lots of blackboxes] eventually leading to classification as SCP-@.
Consultation of archival material revealed that the site corresponded with a possible flagged location of state-sanctioned covert activity in the 1960s-70s. In particular, papers recovered in the wake of [REDACTED] suggested evidence of several locations in Mongolia being used for "unconventional warfare research and development" under the joint auspices of the Mongolian and Soviet governments involving elements of GRU Division "Psychotronics". It is believed that SCP-@ was first contained by Division "P" sometime in the early 1960s, via use of anomalously-empowered individuals, and that research conducted on the object possibly led to further development of clandestine anomalous equipment later in the Cold War (see: SCP-[dead hand], SCP-[others]).
Meanwhile, on-site research on the object continued. Remote imaging of the three-pronged structure was severely distorted by what was assumed to be the effects of SCP-@, but showed rough indications of the remains of three humanoid entities kept under suspended animation via controlled cryogenic methods. Examination of its components via further imaging led researchers to assume that the structure was somehow drawing power from its own contents, creating a long-term self-sustaining containment system with minimal energy leakage.
Unbeknownst to the on-site team, the usage of remote imaging in such close proximity to the central chamber was able to disturb the delicate equilibrium of the containment system, causing its rapid breakdown and failure within hours of initial contact. SCP-@ breached containment at roughly 1900 hours on the 26th of July, leading to the death and permanent mental incapacitation of the primary ECRG team and the elements of Theta-77.
Immediate activation of on-site Automated Aetheric Field Modifiers (AAFMs) proved sufficient in stemming the initial effects of SCP-@, but were only presumed to be a temporary stopgap due to the onboard systems being unable to permanently cope with the anomaly's rapidly-adaptive aetheric profile1. An emergency solution was quickly devised by Dr. Miranda Lim, assistant head of the ECRG: usage of [VR DEVICE] in conjunction with [SOFTWARE] could potentially allow direct human control of the AAFM network via a trained esoteric specialist with experience in combating psychical phenomena, in effect replicating the destroyed GRU containment architecture. However, this was deemed an unacceptable risk by the acting HMCL officer, Dr. Alexander Sanchez, due to the process requiring constant conscious control of the AAFM network and high chance of destabilisation.
Nevertheless, against the orders of the HMCL officer, Dr. Lim activated the emergency procedure using herself as the control medium at 0312 hours on the 27th of July. Immediately, SCP-@ showed signs of drastic placation, and Dr. Sanchez was overruled by members of the O5 council, who
When the dream continued to be after she opened her eyes, Emille-Clark knew at once that she'd done something wrong.
"Oh dear," sighed the small woodland creature next to her. "Well, it's no harm trying again, love."
She did. She looked at her watch, pinched herself, shut her eyes tight and counted to ten. When she opened her eyes, she found herself again on the concrete dais in the forest clearing, half-remembered sunshine filtering in through the trees. "It's not working, Felix. I guess we weren't supposed to meet the squirrel queen in the first place, like, it's not what they want for this one." Dreams were rarely this troublesome, and she was usually able to get them sorted out on her first try - but these kinds of dreams tended to pose the most problems. She'd known it once she'd started. The edges were too bright, the colours too sharp and matte, the narratives indeterminately weaved and way too freeform - this was definitely a young boy's or girl's, else someone with an overabundance of imagination and very little common sense.
"Maybe I should take this from the top again. This time with the rabbit override. Maybe this one’s got hidden riddles or something that the kid forgot on the way out.”
Felix the nondescript forest animal slinked around her, paws treading the sunbeams in the thin air. "Take it from the top, old-school-ways? You know, they don’t like dreamers dreaming the same dream twice. It makes them feel cheap.” It made a huge grin and slid itself into it. “I’ll see you on the sweet side, honeybuns,” echoed Felix's voice before it disappeared. The forest was now empty and Emille-Clark was alone. Around her, the dream waited with bated breath.
She shut her eyes again and took it from the top.
It was night again, and she was in her chair. The blackness of her eyelids fuzzed. At once she was reclining, she was falling, she was drifting, and groggily, she was coming to in the cave where she had started at several dream-hours ago. A brief reality-check later, she crawled out of the damp brown hole in the rock and exited from a front door at the foot of a tall block of flats. The forest whispered around her, welcoming her back into the world. She felt strangely disoriented.
"Here goes," she announced to no one in particular, and brought forth a white rabbit from a path which had just appeared in front of her. It was holding a little stopwatch. Before it could say anything, Emille-Clark kicked the stopwatch from its hand, caught it before it hit the ground, mouthed an apology to the bewildered bunny, and twisted the hands forward. The dream blurred as real-time began catching up with it. She caught glimpses of narrative - tea cups clinking in a welcome party, the smooth-voiced witch with the terrible eyes, gingerbread trails leading deep into the woods where the squirrel queen waited on her hazel throne. She could almost see Felix, its vulpine body spread out like a long furry snake over cross sections of vignettes and narrative-fragments. In the corner of her mind's eye, the fabric of the dream stretched crepe-thin, struggling to catch up with her blatant override. Her lucidity started to fade too, as wild, dreaming, unconsciousness crept in through the sides, freeing the bright edges from the fetters of mental association and object monolarity. Good, thought Emille-Clark to the overclocked dream. Let's peek under the hood for a bit and see if we can't sort this mess out by sunrise.
The layers sped away. The forest was a green maze, was table legs and chairs, was the bewilderingly tall metal poles in the inside of a bewilderingly long metal train. She found herself presently strapped to a porcelain-white high chair, with the cold green metal of the train's handrails looming around her in brambles and thickets. In front of her stood the squirrel queen, ten feet tall with lipstick-red fur, staring intensely into Emille-Clark's face.
It spoke with words that were not words, resounding into Emille-Clark, who merely watched as the inner semiotics of the dream unfolded towards her and laid themselves bare. Disappointed, spake the squirrel queen. Don’t test my patience, it spake again. And with each word, the girl in the high chair cringed and struggled and the Emille-Clark behind that girl tried very hard to perceive the words without thinking about them too much. It was never easy, using a override like that. One had to go all zen-like, seeing-without-seeing, dreaming-without-dreaming, carefully surrendering oneself to the unconscious yet holding on with full awareness lest one forgot when or how to stop. A single lapse of consciousness and she might find herself at the end of the dream again, stuck with nowhere left to go but back to the top.
She tried to take everything in once more. The forest of poles, the queen, the words, the chair – and she saw something long and brown moving through the poletops, something she hadn’t noticed before. Felix was still here, even this far down? She caught a hint of cotton fur, of bath salts and bed-time smell. She doubled her efforts, focusing and relaxing at the same time even harder, trying to let the associations hit her before the dream could eject her back to the upper layer of metaphors and tangible things. In her gut, she could feel the spent dream quickly reaching its end.
The long thing scurried. The red queen droned. The squirrel’s hair blazed. The girl in the chair started to cry. The dream-time ticked on.
Then it came to Emille-Clark as clear as day. The bones of the dream, fluid and stark and white. The red squirrel – the green poles, a forest – holiday colours, Christmas – Feliz Navidad, she thought whimsically – the queen, the mother – red and green, opposites – was the answer mom and dad? She grabbed the reins of the dream and sharply pulled it in to a lucid stop. With the voice of a little girl who wouldn’t eat her vegetables and hates her mom forever, she cried to the ending dream several different names, which bubbled amorphously before resolving into a single plea for help in the uppermost, lucid layer of green leaves and the concrete dais:
And it was over. The twisted forest melted. The squirrel queen shrank and fled. It was at once the mother, inexplicably red and large, and the shadowy, warm, Felix-dad was a moving background, placed way too far behind the dread of losing one’s parents in a train and the terror of steamed broccoli. Emille-Clark rose through the deep zone and broke through the surfac e of the dream, frantically catching her breath on the concrete dais in the clearing. Felix was there too, in the guise of a handsome prince a child once saw in a book. “Thanks, honeybuns! Mucho obligo, gracias maxi…” he trailed off as the dream departed happily into another void beyond its own.
Emille-Clark awoke in her dreaming chair. Morning light splashed across her face. Sleepily, she stood up and felt her back pocket for her wallet. It had grown noticeably fatter, but not by much. Emille-Clark counted the notes inside and scowled. There were fifty new dollar bills and a handwritten note in a language that looked like Russian. God, they couldn’t even get the receipt right. And fifty bucks for a deep dream and an override? The Oneiroi were getting cheap.
Grumbling to herself, Emille-Clark set her alarm to go off in another six hours and dragged herself to her bed for some proper sleep.
Item #: SCP-xxx
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-xxx is to be surrounded by a designated hot zone of at least 30m, with observation taking place via a separated and insulated chamber. No personnel is to be allowed into the hot zone without a proper heatproof suit. The containment chamber must be fitted with a ventilation unit capable of quickly discharging heated air, and the temperature of the hot zone is to be continuously monitored via infrared thermometer. During an Event-xxx-01, all attending personnel must immediately retreat to the observation chamber.
Description: SCP-xxx, formerly Anomalous Object #19-55231, is a white █████████-brand horn speaker, intended for use in a public announcement system. Prior to its reclassification, its anomalous properties extended to producing a loud burst of static every 53 seconds, independent of input or power source. Currently, it is known that the sounds produced by SCP-xxx can change following an Event-xxx-01, accompanied with potentially destructive and unpredictable effects. Since reclassification, SCP-xxx has undergone ██ different cases of Event-xxx-01, and its sound produced has ranged in audio quality from pure static to a faint, clear metallic bang. The time between cases of Event-xxx-01 has not been determined to follow a set pattern.
The exact nature of Event-xxx-01 has not been consistent, but all involve SCP-xxx glowing with a bright orange light, accompanied with a spontaneous rise in ambient temperatures. The sound pattern of SCP-xxx will change after every Event-xxx-01. Occasionally, Event-xxx-01 has been accompanied with the appearance of one or more types of molten metal. Refer to Addendum-xxx-01 for a list of notable Events-xxx-01.
|Date of Occurrence||Details of Event||Additional Notes|
|6/12/76||Initial occurrence of event. Camera footage shows ignition of 3 surrounding anomalous artifacts, in addition to SCP-xxx glowing.||SCP-xxx reclassified to Euclid. Static emitted increased in volume.|
|22/10/82||Temperatures within a 3m radius of SCP-xxx rise to a maximum of 400°C over 10 seconds. No additional effect observed.||SCP had remained inactive since initial event. Increase in frequency of white noise emitted.|
|1/1/83||Temperatures within a 7m radius of SCP-xxx rise to a maximum of 540°C over 37 seconds. Effect penetrates observation booth, technician present suffers light burns.||Containment procedures revised. Decrease in frequency of white noise emitted.|
|10/9/83||Temperatures within a 6m radius of SCP-xxx rise to a maximum of 320°C over 48 seconds. Molten lead observed pouring from opening of SCP-xxx for 15 seconds.||Containment procedures revised. Pitch and volume of sound emitted has increased.|
|28/4/84||Temperatures within a 5m radius of SCP-xxx rise to a maximum of 990°C over 9 seconds. Molten metal pouring from opening of SCP-xxx later confirmed to be a mixture of copper and zinc.||Sound emitted changes to loud metallic banging at a 1.3 second interval.|
|8/5/84||Temperatures within a 9m radius of SCP-xxx rise to a maximum of 440°C over 29 minutes and 50 seconds. Molten sulfur observed gushing from opening of SCP-xxx for 52 seconds, splashing outside designated safe zone. No casualties reported.||Containment procedures revised. Sound emitted reverts to bursts of white noise at intervals of 53 seconds.|
|2/5/85||Temperatures within a 4m radius of SCP-xxx rise to a maximum of 560°C over a period of 19 seconds.||Faint vocalisations recorded from SCP-xxx throughout entirety of event, indecipherable due to static.|
|31/3/90||Temperatures within a 20m radius of SCP-xxx rise to a maximum of 1200°C over 3 hours, 39 minutes and 2 seconds. Effect penetrates observation booth. No personnel were present at time of activation, and no casualties reported.||Containment procedures revised to current specifications.|
|4/4/97||Temperatures within a 4m radius of SCP-xxx rise to a maximum of 44°C over a period of exactly 44 minutes.||Notable in being the lowest-intensity event thus far.|
|8/3/00||Temperatures within a 5m radius of SCP-xxx rise to a maximum of 1000°C over 2 seconds. 0.3 grams of gold later found precipitated on rim of SCP-xxx.||Distinct vocalisations emitted from SCP-xxx in Hebrew throughout entirety of event.|
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Item #: SCP-1151
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: Cartons of SCP-1151 are stored in a standard Safe-Class refrigerated containment unit. The password is to be changed regularly as per Foundation protocols, and is available from the current Head Researcher of SCP-1151, Dr. Helm. Research on SCP-1151 is permitted for personnel with Level 2 clearance and above, with permission from Dr. Helm.
Current efforts are to be concentrated into locating and containing further instances of SCP-1151.
Description: SCP-1151 is a brand of milk labelled as "Pro-Bono!
Item #: SCP-1199
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1199 is to be kept in airtight storage vault █-█. Usage of SCP-1199 is permitted only for testing. Due to the anomalous properties of it, consumption is only to be carried out by D-Class personal. Any subjects offering SCP-1199 to others are to be terminated.
Any other instances reported outside of the Foundation are to be reported and retrieved. Amnesiacs are to be administered if necessary.
Description: SCP-1199 is a compressed 2x1" of microorganisms that resemble a piece of pink, lightly-sugared bubble gum. It emits an unusually sweet smell, more powerful than any other confection, causing it to have an extremely strong psychological pull, which made it somewhat difficult to contain. (See Discovery)
The consumption of SCP-1199 follow a minute-by-minute process, followed by full conversion, then later, death.
1st stage, 1 minute of Chewing: Subject will chew SCP-1199 thoroughly, reporting an extremely sweet taste, and a slight tingling. The organisms in SCP-1199 are activated by amino-acids in the saliva of the subject. No dangerous properties of this stage were observed.
2nd stage, 2 minutes of Chewing: Organisms in the gum will latch themselves into the subject's throat using sticky, clamp-like appendages as observed from several x-ray microscopes. The subject will have a heart-rate climb, panicking from a sensation similar to choking, however the feeling will pass, the subject reporting he/she can breathe again. Gum will still be able to be chewed, connected by pored fibers in the throat.
3nd stage, 5 minutes of Chewing: Small, stretchy fibers will extend from SCP-1199's main body, leeching through the sinuses and piercing into the brain. Subject reports feeling no pain during the process regardless of tissue loss. Fibers will then stretch wide, wrap around the brain, and completely take over cognitive functions of the nervous system. Subject's skills and memory are still intact, as long as SCP-1199 left the brain intact. The mass of SCP-1199 in the throat will then rapidly stretch into the stomach, causing extreme swelling, followed by the lungs, intestines, then kidneys, before instantly moving to the Full Conversion stage.
Full Conversion: The subject will slip into coma before SCP-1199's reproductive effects take place. The blobs of SCP-1199 in the throat preform standard mitosis, except the daughter cells are in the hibernating status similar to SCP-1199 before it was consumed. Lacerations of unknown origin appear in the subject's neck flap, using pressure to force out a brand-new stick of SCP-1199, with traces of human fat. The subject will then wake up, and prompt others to "taste the gum". However, this process burns the brain slowly, so attempts to convince others are more of primitive prompting than using advanced conversation techniques. Subjects do not appear to be effected from organ swelling at this point.
Death: Using verbal communication completely exhausts the brain by unknown means, combined with intense organ swelling, followed by death. All masses of SCP-1199 die and decompose.
Discovery: SCP-1199 was found in a mini-mart in ████, █████████ after █ reported deaths following consumption of the gum. Agent ██████ sent to investigate, later raiding the mart's shelves for instances of SCP-1199. Shortly before packing them in bags, he found he could not resist consumption, and began to gorge himself after making a call for reinforcements. Agent ████ arrived shortly, extracting SCP-1199 from Agent ██████ via throat, before stage 2 came into effect. However, she also found SCP-1199 impossible to resist, until both agents were chewing. Task Force-Mu █-█ arrived with smell-dampening masks during Stage 3, unable to save both Agents. Both Agents expired on the way back to Site █, and SCP-1199 was put in containment.
Note: All personal offering SCP-1199, whether as a prank or actually infected, are to be subject to immediate termination. You have been warned. -Dr.█████
The moment Clef kicked the door open to his office, he knew something was amiss. His shady eyes panned the room, from his three best shotguns hanging by the wall, to his dull oaken medicine cabinet, to the fine Persian carpet underfoot, to the messy table with 050 resting proudly in its casing atop it-
Wait, that's not right.
Assistant Adams was affixing some wires and putty to the bottom of Clef's desk when she found herself staring down the barrel of a shotgun. At one end of the barrel was a bayonet. At the other end was Clef.
"Ah, thought you'd finally come," she grinned up the shadowy visage.
"Get the hell out of my office before I plaster my desk with your brains."
"Except you wouldn't, would you? I'm your most trusted - and longest-living - assistant. You'd never shoot a woman. Also, I loaded your most trusty shotgun with blanks."
It was Clef's turn to smile. "But this isn't my most trusty shotgun. It's my second-most trusty shotgun."
"And we both know that your second-most trusty shotgun's is double-barrelled. That, sir, is your third-most trusty shotgun."
"Your point being, Adams?"
"I polished it with poison ivy. It should kick in by now."
It was at that precise moment when SCP-050 disappeared from its protective glass casing, setting off the springboard below where Clef was standing and launching him through the open window, palms blistering. It was a good thing his office was on the ground floor.
Item #: SCP-632
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-632 is to be contained in a secure Biological Storage Unit cooled to below 2°C at all times. Any personnel interacting with or using SCP-632 for experimentation is to wear a Foundation-issue biohazard suit to prevent contamination. Used suits are to be placed in a sterile airtight bag in the airlock and brought to the incinerator immediately. Personnel are to report to the supervising researcher if any sensation of spider silk on skin is felt while in SCP-632's containment unit, and any personnel suspected of being infected must submit his/her blood for testing immediately. Infected personnel are to be terminated by lethal injection before the onset of psychological symptoms, and the corpses incinerated. At no times are infected personnel to be terminated by gunshot, especially in the head. All members are to be accounted for once every 24 hours. Uncontained cases of SCP-632 are to be neutralised on the spot with liquid nitrogen and brought to Site-██ in an airtight container.
Description: SCP-632 is a colony of previously-undiscovered arachnids growing up to 3 cm in diameter. Currently, they number ████. SCP-632 are unusually resilient to heat, surviving temperatures of above 80°C; however, they are effectively immobilized and contained at temperatures below 2°C. SCP-632 are not unusual behaviour-wise except that all members of the colony are female; they undergo parthenogenesis to reproduce. When active, SCP-632 will secrete a feathery thread from its spinnerets and attach its microscopic eggs (10-16 μm in diameter) along it. The threads are virtually weightless and will be transported around by small air currents. Upon contact with warm skin, the eggs will hatch into juvenile SCP-632, whose sole purpose is to seek out and burrow into the sweat pores in the skin. Once inside the body, SCP-632 will live off body tissue, burrowing into the nearest blood vessels. Due to their minute size, this is rarely fatal or painful.
The second stage of infection occurs when SCP-632 reach the brain. There, they propagate in the tiny blood vessels in the frontal cortex and rapidly increase in size, living on brain tissue. The pressure on the blood vessels will lead to a severe headache in the infected individual only occurring in one specific spot on the head. Repeated tapping on the affected spot triggers a release of endorphins by SCP-632, relieving the pain. This will quickly lead to an obsessive-compulsive disorder where the infected is compelled to apply blunt force repeatedly on the affected area, gradually becoming more violent and forceful as the headache worsens. Eventually, the skull will fracture and ██-███ instances of SCP-632 will emerge from the brain and out of the weakened point on the skull. The infected host will usually expire due to blood loss and loss of brain matter.
Additional Notes: SCP-632 was discovered in ██████, China, after reports of an entire village bludgeoned to death came to the attention of the police. The Foundation was alerted by its local correspondent, and Agents ███████ and ██████████ were dispatched. Due to having no prior knowledge of the SCP, neither was properly protected and both succumbed to SCP-632 infection, along with the investigating police patrol. A full Biohazard Containment Squad was deployed, and spread of SCP-632 was halted abruptly. Agent ███████ was found alive in his apartment continuously and deliriously banging his head against the wall. He was promptly sedated and brought into containment, but managed to reawaken, get hold of a surgeon's scalpel, and [DATA EXPUNGED]. Fortunately, the resulting colony was swiftly brought under control.