Note: All SCP numbers used greater than 2000 are placeholders; All those X's get confusing.
- Dexanote Challenge
- Expedition Log 2001-01
Item #: SCP-2807
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2807 is to be stored within a 5cm x 5cm x30 cm secure storage locker within the Site-L11 safe items repository. All requests for testing must be approved by three (3) or more Level 3 or higher personnel.
Description: SCP-2807 is a 35cm tall by 1cm in diameter plastic composite cylinder similar to that used by stage magicians. The item's anomalous properties are activated when any person in physical contact with the item speaks one of several words or short phrases (supplied by documentation acquired with the item). Upon utterance of said word(s), the item will cause one of several effects, varying depending upon the word or phrase spoken. While the majority of these have been shown to be harmful or destructive in nature, it is presumed that all are based upon cultural associations with stage and literary "magic".
|AbraKadabra||Disintegration of any object directly in front of outward-facing end of SCP-2807.|
|Shabam||Release of electrical energy in an arc to the nearest metallic surface to the item. Generally results in severe burns on the hand of speaker.|
|OpenZezame||All metallic objects within a 9m radius with a mass greater than .5kg converted into an unidentified metallic slag in a liquid state.|
|BibbityBobbity||All organic matter within 9m radius converted into specimens of Cucurbita moschata of approximately equal mass.|
|HocusPocus||All persons with 9m radius suffer loss of consciousness and onset of severe mental retardation over a period of 3-5 weeks.|
|Pyrzqxgl1||Subject will display signs of extreme distress, followed by convulsions and then collapse. Upon losing consciousness subject emits extremely large amounts of visible light energy, rendering observation infeasible. In all cases, no traces of subjects have been descovered within testing area.|
|Fireball||Release of an large amount of mono-hydrogen gas from end of SCP-2807, resulting in a large explosion and death of subject.|
Item #: SCP-2300
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2300 is to be held within a 10cm x 8cm x 5cm hermetically sealed reinforced steel container equipped with an electronic lock. Under no circumstances is physical contact to be made with SCP-2300 outside of testing. Puncture-resistant clothing and gloves are to be worn at all times by personnel handling SCP-2300. Any personnel infected by SCP-2300 (barring testing) are to be terminated.
Description: SCP-2300 is a roughly 8cm x 5cm x 2cm limestone scarab of red coloration similar to those associated with the Egyptian New Kingdom. The item is animate via an unknown mechanism, capable of locomotion and using a pair of mandibles for the purpose of inflicting injury. Aggression towards all nearby living entities has been reported, with the object attempting to consume any present organisms. These attempts are in all cases ineffectual due to the lack of appropriate intake orifices. The underside of SCP-2300 is inscribed with as-of-yet undeciphered hieroglyphic characters similar to those used in Egypt during the 19 century BCE.
When a human subject is 'bitten' by SCP-2300, the subject begin to develop sebaceous and internal cysts filled with an as-of-yet unidentified mixture of gases (designated SCP-2300-1) which explodes violently upon contact with gaseous oxygen. After a period between 5 and 6 weeks, the external cysts will blister and rupture, leading to the extremely rapid deflagration of the gaseous mixture. This event has been shown to be fatal in all recorded cases, with significant additional damage being done to the area surrounding the subject. Should the cysts be breached in any way prior to this, the accumulated gas will deflagrate with similar results. It should be noted that at no point does the development of cysts cease, with constant surgical draining being necessary to prevent ignition of gases.
Addendum 2300-01: Recovery: SCP-2300 was obtained during a raid on a Islamic Revolutionary Guard compound in █████, █████. Raid was organized following the interception of security footage in which a nude man seemingly suffering from a severe dermatological condition is observed to explode, despite an absence of explosive devices.
Addendum 2300-07: ██/██/██- Recent archeological excavations in ████████████, Brazil have resulted in the discovery of a tablet bearing an inscription matching that found on the underside of SCP-2300. Along with the text is a depiction of a scarab-like object latching onto an unidentified species of water mammal resembling Balaenoptera musculus (the Blue Whale). A similar tablet found nearby is inscribed in unidentified hieroglyphic characters of the same type, accompanied by an illustration of men wearing Egyptian Khapreshes atop said mammal, which is flying above what appears to be a large body of water (possibly an ocean). Research into this these objects and their relation to SCP-2300 is ongoing.
Item #: SCP-2006
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: During clear weather conditions no action must be taken in regards to the containment of SCP-2006 save for standard site security and privacy protocols. In the event that weather forecasting indicate that precipitation is likely in the area or if precipitation begins to form in the area around SCP-2006, MTF Lambda-10 "Thorn Mice" is to be deployed to the area in order to minimize collateral environmental damage and prevent any potential containment breaches. During these periods, all traffic by non-Foundation personnel in the area is to be rerouted elsewhere. Object is to be observed via video surveillance at all times.
All surveillance and any research of SCP-2006 is to be done from Site-L10, positioned on the adjoining Mt.█████████. Site is to be equipped with missile systems capable of delivering payload sufficient to destroy the area inhabited by SCP-2006. In the event that containment is breached, missile systems are authorized for use in the destruction of SCP-2006, with any other necessary military action being taken should said missile defenses fail, up to and including small-scale nuclear detonation.
Description: SCP-2006 consists of a large (approx. 2500m.) entity composed of various types of rock shaped into a vaguely humanoid structure. Under most circumstances SCP-2006 is static. While inactive, the entity will blend into the face of Mt.██████, filling a hollow shaped to its form. Whether this hollow was formed as a result of natural weathering or in unison with SCP-2006 is currently unknown. The surface of SCP-2006 has been shown to be much more resilient to geological weathering than naturally occurring rock in the area of Mt.██████, indicating that it did not originate in that region. The exact composition of SCP-2006 is currently unknown. Under clear atmospheric conditions SCP-2006 is completely inactive and is indistinguishable from surrounding rock.
If SCP-2006 is exposed to heavy liquid precipitation (over 7.5 mm/hour) it will enter its active state. During this period the entity will become animate and conscious of its surroundings. This process of animation occurs during a 5-9 minute period, with SCP-2006 slowly gaining and testing motor function. Following this period, SCP-2006 will generally interact with any persons or other organisms present, often being willing to engage in conversation. Sound dampeners are recommended to be worn during communication with the entity due to the volume at which it speaks. The entity has shown a slight antipathy towards the discussion of its history and origin, possibly due to failures in memory [See Interview Log 2006-82]. SCP-2006 has at times implied that it is a king or other similar figure of autocratic authority, referring to the hollow which it occupies as its 'throne' and the surrounding area as its 'domain'.
In the event that no humans or similarly sapient beings are present to hold conversation with the entity, SCP-2006 will stand and walk around the area immediately surrounding Mt.██████. SCP-2006 has never been known to travel more than 5000m from Mt.██████, but whether this is due to physical inability or choice is not fully understood. When questioned about this, SCP-2006 responded by claiming that it 'did not wish to be caught out of the rain'. It is speculated that being outside of its hollow in non-heavy-rain conditions may be detrimental to the entity.
While SCP-2006 has not yet displayed any violent or outright destructive tendencies, due to its size it is a hazard to all surrounding biota, especially that found at ground level. Additionally, the effect of SCP-2006 on any urban or denser rural populations would be catastrophic. In the event that SCP-2006 attempts to leave the immediate area of Mt.██████, immediate action should be taken to ensure its destruction.
Addendum 2006-12: Recent archeological excavation in the area around Mt.██████ has resulted in the discovery of several stone tablets thought to relate to SCP-2006 and its origin. Anthropological studies have determined the tablets as having been created by the ████████, a group native to the region approximately █████ years ago. The first of these three tablets depicts a humanoid figuring falling from a cloud during a rainstorm, on a trajectory towards a large mountain in the background. The second tablet bears a depiction of a human (thought to be of the ████████ civilization) conversing with a much larger wounded humanoid contained within a concave area. The second tablet also contains a small segment of text that has yet to be deciphered. The third tablet depicts a scene in which several dozen humanoids are depicted in prostrate positions surrounding a much larger humanoid. The fourth contains only text, none of which has yet been deciphered. The fifth shows a bovine animal and two humanoids, which appear to be engaging in trade. The remaining tablets [REDACTED]. Further research is being done into the events leading up to the disbandment of the ████████ civilization and any further measures that may need to be taken regarding the continued containment of SCP-2006.
Interview Log 2006-82
Interviewer: Agent L████, Doctor M█████
Foreword: Interview taken during standard waking period of SCP-2006 which lasted approximately ██ hours. Full transcript is available upon request.
Agent L████: 2006, Doctor M█████ would like to speak to you now, like we talked about. Is that alright?
SCP-2006: Hmm? When did.. oh. Yes. I suppose.
Dr. M█████: Hello SCP-2006. I just wanted to ask you a few questions. Are you able to tell me what the first thing you remember is?
SCP-2006: First? The first thing… The first thing was so much fire, and pain, and then darkness. So much darkness. And then there was more darkness. Such a long time, sitting in darkness…
Dr. M█████: Darkness? Hmm. Are you able to tell me where you came from perhaps?
SCP-2006: I remember… I remember a fall. A great fall. From the skies there was falling. And later outside the sky. So many falls. I heard… I heard once that all things must fall, in their time. I even heard that kings must fall. I did not think that it was true.. but now…
Dr. M█████: I see. From where did you hear this, SCP-2006?
SCP-2006: I… forget…
Closing Statement: Research is ongoing to determine whether any contact has been made between SCP-2006 and human civilization within historical times.
Item #: SCP-2200
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2200 is to be kept in a humanoid containment cell measuring 4mX4mX4m constructed of reinforced concrete and appropriately furnished. Subject is to be maintained in accordance with Foundation humanoid containment guidelines. All personnel interacting with SCP-2200 are to be escorted by armed guard and/or equipped with one (1) . In the event that SCP-2200 attempts to breach containment, personnel are instructed to anger subject in any way possible in order to activate secondary attributes.
Description: SCP-2200 is a male Caucasian human 2.12 meters in height and weighing approximately 217 kilograms. Subject is estimated to be between 30 and 35 years of age. SCP-2200 possesses abnormally high muscular tone and physical endurance for its level of physical activity, coupled with a extreme hyperactivity of the adrenal gland, resulting in further heightened physical abilities. The negative effects generally associated with adrenal hyperactivity are for the most part not present in SCP-2200, although subject has been shown to experience some degree of hearing loss, sensitivity to light, and slowed metabolism.
SCP-2200 is subject to periods of unconscious when angered beyond a certain level. The exact cause of this phenomenon is currently not know, but research indicates that it is most likely a secondary effect of subjects adrenal hyperactivity. These periods generally last from 3-10 minutes and generally result in agitation of subject, often leading to repeated loss of consciousness.
Addendum: The words "Mr. Mad, from Little Misters ® by Dr. Wondertainment" is tattooed across subjects upper right arm. Subject is designated as '18' in Document SCP-909-a.
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2003 is to be held within an 18mX18mX12m chamber within a secure facility. Object is to be put under standard observation and security protocols in accordance with Foundation guidelines. constructed of reinforced concrete [See Incident Log 2003-7]. Chamber is to be made accessible only via one (1) airlock secured with 20cm reinforced blast doors. Chamber is to be equipped with B-19V type air filtration and extraction systems. Object is to be held under constant video surveillance and armed guard. Following activation of SCP-2003, SCP-2003-2 is to be rewritten in accordance with project-head discretion. All samples retrieved from SCP-2003-1 are to be quarantined, evaluated, and cataloged or destroyed. All personnel interacting with samples retrieved from SCP-2003-1 or with SCP-2003 itself are to follow red-level bio-contamination precautions.
Description: SCP-2003 is comprised of two components, designated SCP-2003-1 and SCP-2003-2. SCP-2003-1 is a cylindrical slab of granite rock with a diameter of 15m and a height of 1m. All surfaces of SCP-2003-1 are smooth to the touch, indicating human tooling. SCP-2003-2 is a 1mX1mX2m granite obelisk of the same composition and texture of SCP-2003-1. 1.5 meters up one side of SCP-2003-2 lies an indented rectangular area of 20cmX10cmX5cm.
The surface of the indented area of SCP-2003-2 has been shown to be receptive to most forms of writing media, including graphite, ink, paint, and chiseling. All attempts to remove characters inscribed into or onto SCP-2003-2 via artificial means have proven ineffective. Approximately 10 seconds before SCP-2003-1 enters its active state the indented area of SCP-2003-2 will clear and/or revert to its condition before any marks were made upon it. If no written or pictographic characters are present at this time, a seemingly random string of unknown characters will appear etched into its surface for a period of .3 seconds before being similarly cleared.
During the active state of SCP-2003-1, a small mass of highly energetic matter will appear 1-6 meters above its surface. After a period of 5-10 seconds an entity or object will fall from this mass, after which said mass will immediately dissipate. The item or entity produced by this mass is not determinable prior to its emergence, but will always in some way bear the characters most recently removed from SCP-2003-2. It is currently unknown whether the items produced are created or simply obtained from another location, although testing has shown that items produced do not originate on (this) earth. See Test Log 2003-1 for more information.
The time period between active states does not follow any known pattern, with time interspacing time ranging from 10 minutes to 13 months. The average time between active states is approximately 6.5 months.
The Tooth-fairy was frowning. An impressive feat for an immortal, especially one that focused so exclusively on the quality of one's teeth. In fact, certain legends used to say that if the Tooth-fairy were ever to frown, the world would end. At least they were half right.
A week before the Great Upside-Down Smile the Tooth-fairy sat on a shelf in the form of a tube of bluish paste that claimed it could make all the plaque go away. She watched, as well as a lying tube can watch, as two drunken men stumbled into the bathroom.
"Come on man. It'll work. She'll love you, really. She'll walk in and she'll be all like, 'Holy JESUS Ben, your teeth are amazing'."
"Dude, the Doc'll kill us when he finds out."
"If, man, if. Don't worry, he won't find out. All we gotta do is take it, stick that sucker in on high, fix your nasty-ass teeth, then put it back in on low. It's like a microwave man. It'll all work out."
The-Man-Who's-Name-Was-Not-Ben took the ultimate weapon in the war-on-plaque from the cabinet and left, leaving the tube of toothpaste feeling a bit silly.
Three days after the theft of the TMD (Tothbrush of Mass De-plaqueation) the Tooth-fairy sat in the pocket of a very angry man with very bad breath (but extremely white teeth). The court proceedings had been dull (unlike the man's teeth), and the Tooth-fairy was beginning to grow impatient (despite her '5 Minute Whitening Wash').
"You're trying to tell me that the reason you broke containment on 914 was for the purpose of obtaining a better toothbrush? Not, say, a better gatling gun, or even a bio-weapon?"
"No sir," spoke The-One-Who's-Name-Was-Ben "We broke in so we could get a better Toothbrush. You see, I had this-"
"Not a weapon? What about a drug? Maybe you put in some ecstasy? Or perhaps an amphetamine? I've heard that beta-blockers can yield-"
"No Sir/," said a now agitated 'Ben', whose teeth indicated he had abstained from all but the most corrosive of vices, "As I've told you, all that we put in was the Tothbrush from the Doc's quarters. Nothin' else."
"Wait just a minute, did you just say the Toth-" responded The-Man-Who-Had-Up-Until-That-Moment-Had-Very-Bad-Breath before he was rudely interrupted. Then again, you can't exactly expect a recombobulated mystical matter-dematerializing Tothbrush to understand the finer points of human etiquette. Especially given that it had just erased the human part of that etiquette along with the rest of the planet.
The Tooth-fairy watched as several dozen immortals drifted slowly away from the plaque-free void that had once been the earth. She frowned, feeling a speck of guilt regarding the erasure her wonderful Tothbrush had wrought. Oh well, she thought, maybe Mars will have some nice teeth.
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2012 is, at time of writing, only partially contained, with several specimens held in captivity but many more suspected to exist 'in the wild'. As such MTF-LambdaMu28 "Chopping Block" is to be dispatched to track, capture, and/or kill any instances of SCP-2012 not held in Foundation containment. Contained specimens are to be held within an individual 2mX2mX2m containment cell stocked once every 24 hours food (x1 rattus ratti) (sp?) and water (2 L). Containment cell is to be cleaned on a weekly basis.Standard security and surveillance procedures are to be followed in accordance with foundation documents Sec-112-B and Obs-15-X.
Description: SCP-2012 is a species of predatory biological entity possessing the physical appearance of a human hand and forearm, terminating 2cm below the corresponding location of the elbow. Physiology of SCP-2012 is not contiguous with that of a human arm, with working closed circulatory, neurological, digestives, and lymphatic systems. SCP-2012 lacks nephrological and respiratory and is thought to carry out neccasary exchanges through the skin. SCP-2012 posses a small mouth-like opening in the palm-region of its structure whcih is used for ingestion and reproduction, along with a similar opening at the terminating end of the foream-region which is used for excretion.
Locomotion of specimens of SCP-2012 is done through rythmic movement of its 'fingers' in a manner similar to that of Arthropods. Instances are capable of moving at speeds of  kph and are capable of jumping a distance of 2m vertically and 3m horizontally.During locomotion, scecimens of SCP-2012 have been known to elevate the 'forarm' portion of their bodies upwards at a 35 angle, balancing via an unknown mechanic. Navigation is done by means of echolocation through an organ in the 'mouth', resulting in a high-pitched squeeking noise.
In a non-contained setting (generally in urban or sub-urban areas) specimens of SCP-2012 hunt and feed nocturnally on rats mice, and other small mammals. Specimens have been shown to feed on insects, lizards, small birds, and [REDACTED] when normal prey is not available. Killing of prey is generally done by means of strangulation and crushing, although other methods have been observed. While some advanced hunting tacics have been observed, including cooperative techniques, intelligence and awareness is thought to be relatively low.
Specimens of SCP-2012 are hermaphroditic in nature, with reproduction being done internally upon specimens reaching sexual maturity at  years. Following self-fertilization, specimens of SCP-2012 will seek out the nearest sleeping human, often stalking subjects if none are found asleep. Upon discovery of a sleeping (or unconscious) human subject, the specimen will inject a single fertilized egg into the palm of the subjects hand via a reproductive organ in the specimen's mouth. Following this, the original SCP-2012 specimen will leave the vicinity of the infected human and the SCP-2012 will begin to develop. Over the next 4-6 months the juvenile SCP-2012 will integrate itself into the host's hand and forearm, feeding parasitically and destroying & raplacing most internal structures. This process results in a lack of sensation (but not motor control) in the affected area by the 3rd month of gestation. At the end of the 6th month, specimen will detach itself from the human host via a series of calceneous (sp?) extensions, with the 'mouth' structure emerging in a similar manner shortly after. This process, while painless due to destruction of local sensory neurons, has been shown to be extremely traumatic.
Item #: SCP-2001
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2001 is an area of land and as a result can not be moved or stored by any known means. As such, the area is to be sealed off from external traffic by a four (4) meter steel-mesh barbed-wire fence surrounding the area of SCP-2001, with a clearance area of 5 km. The area and external perimeter is to be under remote video surveillance at all times. A stationary command post is to be constructed within the fenced perimeter area (designated Site 117), but outside of SCP-2001, and is to house at least ten (10) fully armed foundation security personnel. All delivery of supplies to Site 117 is to be done by aerial cargo-drop outside of site perimeter. Stationary command post is to contain at all times sufficient resources to remain for a period of at least five (5) months without further supply drops. All persons seeking entrance to Site 117 are to be detained and investigated following Protocol Set Zed-83. Any instances of SCP-2001-1 (of either variant) are to be terminated immediately upon infection, unless otherwise determined by level 4 or higher personnel. Due to the mobile and actively aggressive nature of the secondary variant, advanced military action may be authorized in order to ensure containment.
Description: SCP-2001 is an area of tropical rain forest approximately 5km in length and 2km in width along the ███████ River in ██████ ███████, █████. Any human subject entering the anomalous area of SCP-2001 will experience consistent auditory hallucinations consisting of high-pitched, screeching cries. It has been determined that this effect is entirely psychological and no such sound is produced within the area, all recordings of which have been determined to not contain any such calls. Only human subjects exposed to SCP-2001 will experience this effect. Upon being affected by SCP-2001, subjects will enter a state of extreme disorientation in regards to the source of the sound, regardless of whether the subject is aware of the nature of SCP-2001. Subject will also show signs of heightened irritation regarding the perceived noise and will, in some cases, attempt to track down the source of the cries, often extending to the point of obsession. No animals capable of producing these cries are known to live or have ever been known to live See Expedition Log 2001-01 in the surrounding area, and no other source has yet been found. After spending a period of approximately 13 hours within SCP-2001 the subject will enter a state of catatonia and is to be treated as an instance of SCP-2001-1.
Following exposure to SCP-2001 instances of SCP-2001-1 remain in a catatonic state for a period ranging from 12 minutes to 24 days. All attempts to end this state by artificial means have met with failure. See Addendum 2001-29 Upon exiting this state, instances show a severe loss of reasoning and communication abilities, accompanied by an extremely marked increase in strength, speed, agility, respiratory efficiency, and aggression. Reasoning capabilities and general activity of affected individuals has been noted as being congruent with that of a solitary great ape. However, it should be noted that in 98% of known cases, action by instances of SCP-2001-1 has been seen to be hostile towards other bipeds and highly territorial.Upon waking instances will attempt to chase away or kill any humans or other members of the family Hominoidea within an area of approximately 2 km. Following this, the subject will establish a 'territory' within this area, marking the area with [REDACTED]. Subjects will scavenge for food exclusively within their established 'territory', showing unwillingness to leave under any condition and attacking any bipeds (and most large predators) entering the area.
Separate instances of SCP-2001-1 not in the catatonic state have been shown to be especially aggressive towards each other. This, in most cases, results in mutual destruction by the subjects.
Addendum 2001-29: In the event that the catatonic state of an instance of SCP-2001-1 is interrupted, the instance will enter a state of heightened metabolism and activity, accompanied by extreme aggression and violence. Causes of this aggression have not been identified in any cases. Invariably, the 'enraged' state of instances of SCP-2001-1 results in damage to the surrounding area, with violence focusing especially on any human beings present. Instances will remain in this state until expiration, generally as a result of external force or physical exhaustion.
While in the 'enraged' state, instances of SCP-2001-1 will emit a shrieking noise similar to that perceived within SCP-2001. Emission is constant and continues until subject expires. The sound is not produced by normal vocalization, as shown by its unchanging nature and lack of correspondence to the subjects respiratory patterns. Any humans not already affected by SCP-2001 that hear said emissions will experience the same symptoms caused by SCP-2001 itself, including the period of catatonia, albeit after a much shorter period of time (generally 2 to 3 minutes).
Expedition Log 2001-01: The following document was found among the contents of a chest belonging to Sir Edwin Bellingham, a known member of Royal Society for the Security, Containment, and Protection of Anomalous Artifacts in the late 1800's. Along with the document, several hair and blood samples were also recovered and are currently undergoing evaluation and study.
Day 1: We've arrived in ██████, 18 km West of █████████, and established a base of operations within a local residence. The men tell me that the local natives speak of some sort of creature in the forest to the north. I fear that Jameson may be growing a bit squeamish about hunting for the temple. He's letting the legends get to him, the fool.
Day 2: We set off tomorrow morn in search of the temple. The men won't stop talking about some sort of ape in the woods. It seems to me that the locals are more intersected in scaring my men than in helping us in preparation for the expedition. Many refuse to cooperate at all. What is it that they're trying to hide?
Day 3: Began the expedition proper this morning with a local guide and a contingent of 12 men, along with Jameson and myself. We've yet to encounter much anything of import. At present we're following the ███████ River, which I suspect will lead us closer to wherever it is that the temple lies. The legend speaks of a waterfall, and a waterfall requires a river.
Day 5: Some of the men claim to have seen some sort of ape among the trees last night. Perhaps there is something to the natives' ghost stories. Then again, perhaps the men are just growing paranoid. Jameson certainly is on edge. Night time in the jungle can do strange things to a man.
Day 7: Jameson is dead. We found him in his tent this morning with his throat crushed and his tongue ripped out. Something's in these woods, but whether it be man or beast I know not. It could be that the natives have planned some sort of trap. The guide certainly has been quiet.
Day 8: There's something very wrong in this place. I can feel it.
Day 9: Something wrong indeed. We were attacked last night, poor fellow managed to wake with the beast on top of him. At least he managed to cry out. Morrison (one of the men, a solid bloke) caught a glimpse of the creature before it escaped. He claims it's some sort of great ape, not unlike a gorilla, but with grossly elongated arms and a long, bushy tale. The watch has been doubled, we shan't let the beast escape us again.
Day 10: My god, there's so many of them.
Day 10: I do apologise for my brevity in regards to the last entry. Things certainly have been busy. Around mid-day yester we came across a large sort of clearing, situated in which were several dozen creatures matching the beasts profile to a tee. The men opened fire, against orders mind you, killing many of the beasts. The rest have fled into the jungle and we have made camp within the clearing in order to investigate the site. Further information pending investigation.
Day 10: The clearing we're situated in seems to been deforested manually, although by what methods I can not be sure, given the lack of tools or machinery fit for such a task. It seems to have served as a sort of nesting ground for the beasts, many piles of dirt and vegetation litter the place. As for the beasts themselves, the physiology is quite astonishing. They are well-muscled and lean, with all of their strength in the arms. The most remarkable characteristic they seem to have is their tails, which seem to be very long and muscled, possibly even prehensile. Their fur is the strangest shade of red and their teeth are large and sharp. I've taken some samples for further study. Perhaps the boys back in London will have some idea of what these abominations are.
Day 11: The beasts that had fled the clearing attacked last night. The guide and two of the men are dead. We killed a great many of them, but I can still hear more in the forest. Their calls are horrible, like the shrieks of some ethereal banshee bent upon destruction. The men are anxious to be gone of this place, but I think they fear the forest more. We need more time to sort out what remains of the supplies, and dusk draws close. Whatever happens, we'll be ready for them this time.
Day 12: I was wrong. The beasts attacked again by cover of darkness, this time in much greater a force than before. All but three of the men are dead, ripped to shreds by those terrible monstrosities, and the clearing is brimming over with the bodies of our vanquished enemies. The shrieking has stopped. Perhaps their numbers have finally been expended. They must be dead. They must. Mustn't they?
Day 13: Dear lord, it's started again. It's worse now. I don't know why. It's just so much worse. It's like it's crawling into your head and just sitting their, ripping at your eyes from inside the sockets, gasping and crying to let it destroy you. Damn the temple. Damn the dead. Damn this entire godforsaken jungle. I'm leaving. This place is wrong.
Day 14: We're returning to ██████ as quickly as we can, I haven't heard the beasts for a while now. It was strange. One moment it seemed that they surrounded us completely, and the next, silence. One of the men has fallen ill. Morrison and the other man (Klopman I think) refuse to leave him. They certainly are loyal to each other. Whatever gets us out of this jungle. The sooner I reach civilisation the better.
Day 20: Arrived back at ██████, exhausted and half starved. The sick man (Morrison tells me his name is Jeffereys) is still unconscious. I'll be surprised if he survives much longer. It does not matter, with any luck I'll be on a ship set sail for London within a week.
Day 22: My god. Those poor bastards.
[Several pages missing, journal shows signs of tearing]
Day 47: Moore and I have boarded the trading ship Merriweather, set for the eastern coast of France, the last remaining vestiges of a failed and horrific hunt for the temple. I'm beginning to think that there never really was a temple, that it was just a lure set for that accursed jungle and those damnable beasts. But if the temple is the lure, who casts the line?
Note: While the location of Sir Bellingham's expedition does coincide with the positioning of SCP-2001 along the ███████ River, no ape or other simian species matching given descriptions is known to have at any point resided in the area. This may be due to the actions of Sir Bellingham's expedition, but such connections can not be made with any certainty. It is also of note that no location by the name of ██████ is known to exist in the area, casting further doubt on the veracity of this report.
Note: The following audio transcripts were recovered from an audio listening device found installed inside the home telephone of Arthur Windsworth during the recovery operation of SCP-1507. The origin of the listening device is currently unknown; investigation is ongoing.
"Hello? Are you there?"
"Hello, this is 911. What is the nature of your emergency?"
"Someone's gone and put flamingos all over my lawn! I don't know how they got there, but they're there and I want them gone."
"May I have your name and address please?"
"Arthur. Arthur Windsworth. I live at…. uhh…. well it's on 9th street. In Shady Oaks. I'm sure I can give the police officers directions if you would just patch me through. These birds need to be gotten rid of I tell you!"
"Are you able to tell me the condition of the birds? Do they appear to be injured?"
"Injured? What? No, no. You don't understand. They're not real birds.
"Fake! Plastic birds, big great pink plastic flamingos cluttering up my lawn. Someone's put them there and I want them gone."
"Sir, that's not exactly considered an emergency. The 911 hotline is reserved for use in emergencies."
"Well I am ever so sorry, but could you at least send someone down? I'm too old to be messing about in the yard trying to get at a bunch of birds that some hoodlums put in my yard."
"Well Mr. Windsworth, I'll see what I can do. In the future, if you have any more problems with 'hoodlums' please contact the police department directly to file a report."
"Well…. I…. alright."
"Goodbye, Mr. Windsworth"
"What? Oh. Yes. Goodbye."
"Hello, this is 911. What is the nature of your emergency?"
"Oh. Yes. Well you see, I called earlier about some flamingos. I just wanted to let you all know that you don't need to send anyone down. As it turns out, they're actually quite friendly. I've named one of them Dave. He's really very nice."
"Are you referring to the plastic flamingos that were in your yard Mr. Windsworth?"
"Oh. Right. Well I suppose they weren't quite as plastic as I had thought. Maybe they're only partly plastic."
"Well Mr. Windsworth, I've already filed the report, but I'll let them know. Good day Mr. Windsworth."
"Oh thank you. Oh, and umm…. Good day to you as well. I suppose. Yes. A good day indeed."
"911. What's your 'mergency?"
"The birds! The birds are attacking me!"
"The birds in my yard!"
"Mr. Windsworth, flamingos don't attack people."
"But they did! Someone put them there, don't you see? First they were plastic, now they're attacking me!"
"That's what I'm trying to tell you Mr. Windsworth, flamingos don't attack people. Especially not plastic flamingos."
"But… but I saw them. They really did! One of them nearly pecked my poor eye out… All I did was try to give them some nice shrimp. I didn't mean to knock the poor thing over. I'm telling the truth you know. You have to believe me. I really am!"
"I'm sorry Mr. Windsworth, there's nothing I can do."
"This is preposterous! I am an American citizen. I shall not accept this kind of treatment… I'd like to speak to your Manager!"
"I'll put you through to my boss, Mr. Windsworth, but he'll just tell you the same thing."
"Who is this? Are you the manager?"
"Yes Mr. Windsworth. I'm told you've been having some trouble with your lawn ornaments."
"Trouble! You don't know trouble. And they're certainly not mine. I don't know who put them there. Whoever did it, they're a terrorist. Those little monsters have been assaulting me. They're a public nuisance, I tell you!"
"Mr. Windsworth, you have to understand. No one is coming. No one will ever come. Give up."
"Hello? Are you still there? Hello? … Hello?"
"Is this Captain Jefferies"?
"Yeah Emerson, what's the problem? I've been trying to get a hold of you all day."
"Sorry, Cap, the damn thing died again. You should see this place though, fuck'n preposterous. There's these weird-ass flamingos all over the place. Whole house is filled with 'em. Old man must of been collecting the damn things."
"Have you questioned him yet? The dispatcher told me he sounded a bit out of it."
"That's the thing captain. The old man, Windsor or somein', he's dead. Gaines found him out front, covered in these weird scratches. Must of been some crazy-ass gardening accident or something. I dunno. Anyway, the guys dead. Looks like he bled out. I think the crows already got to him, the eyes and tongue are gone."
"No signs of forced entry at the house?"
"No. There's a broken window upstairs, but nothing bigger than, like, a bird or something could get in through there."
"Alright Emerson, call the morgue and get back to work."
"Hey Cap, one more thing. The phone line's down here. Looks like something snapped it. Not sure what could have done it though, no trees nearby. Maybe somein' landed on it or something. Whatever, I'm out of here. These birds are starting to get pretty fuck'n creepy."
Item #: SCP-2100-J
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2100-J is to be stored within a secure lock-box within the Site-L11 Level 2 cognito-hazardous items repository. All requests for testing of SCP-2100-J require approval from at least three (3) Level 3 or higher personnel.
Description: SCP-2100-J is a brown Fedora-style hat produced by █████████. The physical composition of SCP-2100-J does not differ in any way from that of other hats of the same model. Object is susceptible to physical harm and care should be taken to prevent its destruction during testing. SCP-2100-J incites a weak compulsive response in humans, causing subjects viewing the item to desire to wear it. This response is not incited in other species and has been shown to be possible to overcome given a small amount of effort.
When worn by a human subject, SCP-2100-J will cause said subject to narrate surrounding events as they transpire. Subjects invariably prove unwilling or unable to cease this narration, in most cases being unaware of its occurrence. Narration is done in the form of internal monologue (albeit vocalized), usually pessimistic in tone and language used, comparable to that of 1920's Crime-Noir literature and early 1950's Film-Noir motion pictures. [See Test Log 2100-J-12] While wearing SCP-2100-J individuals have shown heightened violent responses in reaction to negative stimuli, often resulting in physical conflict with other humans and (in some cases) with animals. Upon removal, the narratory effects of SCP-2100-J dissipate, resulting in a partial lack of memory in subjects regarding events which occurred while SCP-2100-J was worn. It should be noted however, that the attractive properties of SCP-2100-J do not dissipate following removal of the item unless a large (upwards of 300m) distance is put between the item and subject.
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Test Log 2100-J-12: The following is a transcript of the vocalized narration spoken by D-929181 while under the effects of SCP-2100. All narration was given during a standard series of tests to ascertain the mental effects caused by SCP-2100 on the subject.
[D-929181 receives initial instructions from Dr. █████]
D-929181: "The dame wore hazmat. I'd never been a clever guy, but the lady was throwing out more danger signals than a barbed sex-doll. She pulled a face like she'd smelt something bad on me, maybe she had. Not much time for showers in this godforsaken place. She was talking about tests or something. Tests? Hope she didn't expect me to do any math, the only thing I could add these days were entries to the obituary column. I coughed, but she had already stopped talking. Was like she could read my mind. Last time I'd thought about that kind of thing was when I was twelve, at one of those old circus, big family fun kinda things. Fortuneteller told me I'd be a lawyer. I guess I did lay down the law."
[D-929181 is instructed to write a short paragraph regarding his current situation]
D-929181: "Bitch was mocking me now, acting like I'm some brain-dead chimp who couldn't string a few sentences together. Guess I'd been right with the danger signals, unlike that time in Atlanta. Bastard had stabbed me twice in the hand before I had taken him down. I'd used my shoe to do it, beat him till he was a smear of ketchup on the burned meat of the sidewalk. I had shoes on now, nice and sturdy. I prepped myself to get up and try to take her down, but her gun was already pointed at me. Goddamn fortunetellers. I played her game, wrote down a nice little summary of my current situation. Probably pleased her as much as a skinned dog, I knew her kind. They liked to see you twitch and suffer, especially when all the skin's gone. A nice distraction if you can manage to get enough free time and somewhere to keep the meat hidden. Goddamn sadist."
[D-929181 is instructed to walk the length of the room several times]
D-929181: "Had a good opportunity to stretch my legs, and I took it. The walls and floor of the room were whiter than a Ku Klux Klan member trapped in a paint factory. Except the guard, he wore black. Bastard had a broken nose, and broken eyes to boot. He glared at me, maybe he knew what I thought of him or maybe he was just the spiteful type. Certainly looked it. You met guys like that: the guys who like to dip animals in lemon water after cutting them up, but only after everyone's gone to sleep so nobody finds out about it. His glare was fiercer than the look coming from a pastor who's just been told that God is dead. Good, anger made him stupid. I went for him, this could be my chance."
[D-929181 begins moving towards Security Personnel ██████
[Security Personnel ██████ shoots D-929181 twice in self-defense]
D-929181: "First bullet went into my ribs, second my leg. Lot of blood, from the wounds and from my mouth. I tried to close it, but I couldn't manage. Just opened and closed like a bored goldfish. I was saying something, I couldn't quite hear it. Talking about bullets in my ribs and in my legs. What the hell? Why was I telling everyone about that? I realized. The hat, that goddamn hat they'd made me wear. I tried to take it off, but moving anything hurt more than going into space with a hangover. Who the fuck talked like that, I wondered. Bleeding out and making metaphors? I braced myself to snatch that thing off, but before I could breathe, move or blink, I went ahead and died."
On a primordial beach a slimy thing climbs up onto the shore. It has abandoned its spawn-brothers, leaving them to the Great Beasts of the sea. It opens its new lungs, relishing in the sweat flavors of the new air contained within the sky that had never before been seen by another. It opens the round things that serve for its eyes and spies a shape on the horizon. The shape shakes and rocks, frothing and hateful, just emerged from an egg made of chaos and impossible things. The First Land Thing approaches this new shape, and is consumed by The Thing That Hates.
An ape-man searches across a barren tundra where the monuments of his people once stood proud and tall against the world. Now he is alone, and cold, fleeing from some horror that he cannot begin to describe. There is no one left for him to describe it to. The ape-man runs, hearing the panting of the great beast behind him, fearing for his life as he had feared for the lives of his kin. The Last Ape-Man stares in horror at what lays before him, and is consumed by The Beast That Hates.
A man in great armor and of greater courage stands before the maw at the base of the highest mountain in the land. He stares into the chasm that lies before him, the resting place of his brothers and friends. He enters the great cave, dreaming of the riches and honor that will be bestowed upon him once he returns to the citadel with the head of the accursed beast. As he descends deeper into the precipice of red and brown rock he shakes in horror at the sight of a hundred skulls and swords, crushed and splintered like twigs. The First Hero turns to flee before being consumed by The Serpent That Hates.
A figure in orange flees for his life, down endless corridors and through countless barriers, attempting to escape from the fiend that pursues him. He had done many horrible things, but the Hell in which he had been made to suffer was beyond all his fears, beyond all the horrible terrors he had been taught to dread. The cruel men in white suits watched, pitiless, as The Last Subject was consumed by The Reptile That Hates.
A tall man in a blue suit flees into his office as a great green mass swarms by. It had all happened so suddenly, one moment a perfectly normal day at the office (where a pension, if not a fun workday, was assured), and the next hell-on-earth as some beast-from-the-east rammed through the side of the complex. It lumbered haphazardly, killing everyone and destroying everything that stood in its way. The tall man cowers under his desk, unfinished paper work drifting past his head. The First of The Many turns to see the huge maw before being consumed by The Monster That Hates.
A survivor in tattered clothing runs through the wasteland that had at one point in time been something that had once vaguely resembled something that could have possibly passed as the ruins of a city. He is hungry, and hurt, and afraid of the thing that he can hear, that he has always heard, stalking and slurping and sniffing out what wasn't yet dead. The man begins to cry, running as he weeps, thinking about all that he has lost and the one thing that he has yet to lose. He weeps for those he had loved and for those that he had not loved, but that he wept for nevertheless. The broken figure falls to his knees in a pile of bones, and the Last Man is consumed by The Horror That Hates.
The mechanical marvel emerges from the ashes of a once dead earth, its containment pod finally unsealed after a century of waiting, a century of agonizing silence. The great machine lumbers off towards the ruins of a city, wondering what magnificent things it will find there, what ancient artifacts of its creators it might discover. Its mind sparking with new life, the lonely machine runs and dashes and bounds through the place that had once belonged to man, joyous and gay at the majesty of the land. The First of the Living Machines leaps through the air, and is consumed by The Machine That Hates.
The wise one sits on the Great Hill, a mound of data that could have once been something real but had for centuries been nothing of the sort. It peers out at the destruction that lay before it, that wrought by the actions of a foolish few. They could not have known that the treasures and blessings of the old world were as mixed and sordid as those in that of the new. They could not have known of the great terror they would bring upon their own people. The old wise one sits and sighs and steels itself for its fate. The Last of The Ascended does not utter a sound as it is consumed by The Program That Hates.
A great mass of hydrogen and a thousand other tiny particles shiver and burn as the great dark mass approaches. It has been watching the same mass for eons and eons, fearing and dreading the day that they would collide. The little sun shakes with fear as it watches the great thing, a mass of unburning malevolence, a million horrible eyes and jaws, all set upon the sun. The First Fearful Star burns in terror as it is consumed by The Mass That Hates.
The great hive of activity that is the massive cluster of stars and matter and a million other things floats, knowing and unafraid, as the massive force closes in around it. Time has been kind to the great spinning thing, has let it grow and revel in the splendor of its own existence. It has watched as its brothers have been consumed by some unknown thing, a thing stretching across all of space as it consumes what little remained of creation. The Last Galaxy thinks of times long past as it is consumed by The Force That Hates.
An Egyptian scarab amulet that is animate and aggressive, biting anyone who gets near it. When it bites someone they slowly (over a period of like a month) start to develop large red raised sores all over their body. The sores look like 'normal' sores, but are actually filled with a highly-explosive/combustible lighter-than-air gas that combusts violently when exposed to air, so that once the sores burst or are popped, they all explode, killing the infected person and anyone close by. I was thinking the recovery could be from the AGIR, them having been testing its effectiveness as a weapon on civilians and then covering it up as terrorist action. I was also thinking that maybe it could hint at it having been used in ancient Egyptian times to convert some now-extinct species of whale into a floating airship used for long-distance trade, with its effect on humans only being an unfortunate side-effect.
The universe that once had been spreads and sinks, its vastness matched only by the distance that separates its pieces. The heat had gone a million centuries ago, and the Great and Only One shivers as it dies, cold and alone. No one screams as The One That Hates is consumed by oblivion.
A POEM BY DR_SINCLAIR
I've been made to improvise poetry
Because of some karmic debt I oetry
Though I am no Ogden Nash
Possibly this shit be cash.
[18:29] Tanhony WE SHOULDNT HAVE WRITTEN IT WOGGLE
[18:29] Tanhony WE WROTE TOO DEEP
[17:12] Scantron Sorts: What?
[17:13] Sorts just because you are better at naming the parts you rip out of people doesn't make you a cooler serial killer than me :<
[17:13] Sorts I call all the bits "giblets"
[23:40] =-= Mode #farreconooc +m by Mr_Wilt
[23:40] Mr_Wilt I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON HERE
[23:40] Mr_Wilt BECAUSE I'M TOO LAZY TO READ EVERYTHING
[23:40] Mr_Wilt BUT WE NEED A GOOD DOSAGE OF *HAPPINESS*
[23:40] Mr_Wilt THE NEXT PERSON NOT HAPPY IS GOING TO HAVE A HEAPING, SMELLY DOSE OF HAMBURGER TIME.