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- Occultation
- Nx-55 - //Àite, Iomadh Àite//
- SCP-3143-J: Barbara Law in... Three Corpses and the Missing Alimony!
- The Foundation
- xx
- the hero's journey
- The Archetype
- what
- Time Crimes
- The Quantification of Luck
- neurol o n g at e
- Dead Pixels
- Windows to the Soul
- Reference
- A Sense of Purpose
- SCP-VAPE-J "it's just a vape guys, seriously..."
- Folie a Duex
physiological condition response confirmed.
you may feel slight pressure in your head.
this is normal.
Case File #: XXXX
Object Class: Euclid-Hemlock1
Special Containment Procedures: N/A
Description: Case File #XXXX is the collective designation for a set of five anomalous configurations of gravitational syzygy2, referred to as XXXX-A through XXXX-E, and their relationship with Jupiter, fifth planet of the solar system.
Instances are found to occur when Jupiter obscures the view of another planet from all observers in the solar system.3 All portions of the observable universe completely masked by Jupiter, fifth planet of the solar system, effectively cease to exist for as long as they are unobserved. Despite this, other portions of unobscured space function without indication of change, implying that reality does not exist on the far side of the planet (See Addendum XXXX-1). This effect has been confirmed through the use of Thaumaturgic Tachyon Image Processing (tTIP).4 The secondary effect of each configuration is heavily dependent on which body is obscured.
Configuration List:
|Configuration #
|Jupiter occults Saturn
|All biological growth and decomposition in the solar system ceases for duration of event. Radioactive isotopes do not decay. Global AEP rate5 decreases to ~0%.
|Jupiter occults Uranus
|All technological advancements of greater complexity than simple mechanisms like pulleys and levers cease function until event passes.
|Jupiter occults Neptune
|Global intelligence decreases dramatically for duration of alignment. General fatigue is reported commonly. Sentient beings cannot dream during this period.
|Jupiter occults Saturn, Uranus and Neptune simultaneously
|Location of previously unknown exoplanet, designated XXXX-Prime, is revealed.
|Jupiter occults XXXX-Prime
|(See Addendum XXXX-2)
Nexus #: Nx-55
Civilian Designation: Fhearann-Falamh, Scotland
Population: Unknown
Area Class: Shangri-La Dunwich
Nexus Interaction Protocol: All native inhabitants of Nexus-55 have yet to behave in a manner that implies any outward awareness of non-indigenous life whatsoever and therefore do not pose a direct hostile threat to occupied Foundation personnel at this time. Due to the anomalous nature of the land itself and its proposed correlation to indigenous civilian activity, interaction with the occupants of Nx-55 is strictly prohibited. An area 5km in diameter surrounding Nx-55 is sanctioned off with 4.5m high barbed wire fencing and patrolled by Foundation agents working with the Scottish Police Authority who are to remain under the impression that Nx-55 is the location of an unlawful disposal site of radioactive materials and unsafe for civilian passage. The entirety of Nx-55 is contained within provisional Site-34T and is equipped with closed-circuit audiovisual monitoring systems, which are to be deactivated during first signs of Convergence Events. During Convergence Events, all individuals should refrain from interacting with encountered entities, objects or spaces until an "all-clear" has been given (See Convergence Events and the Astyanax Protocol, below). Site-34T contains a gatehouse, observation post, administrative offices and personnel quarters, all of which are retrofitted with Lang-Scranton Spacial Stabilizers and hermetically-sealed atmospheric balance chambers. Furthermore, Site-34T hosts an emergency neurotoxic nerve reactant aerosol system6 to be utilized in the event of catastrophic breach or other containment failure. Means of egress from the grounds of Nx-55 should be easily identifiable through use of ground markers that are to be checked for inconsistencies daily.
Containment Facility: Site-34T
Astyanax Event Protocol: In the case of the manifestation of a Convergence Event, all personnel should evacuate the grounds of Nx-55 and proceed into the surrounding containment complex. Those patrolling the outer perimeter should immediately face away from the grounds until an all-clear has been given. At no time should any individuals enter Nx-55, or interact with any of the local population while evacuating.
A map of Nx-55 should be memorized, and provided markers should be used to exit the area as quickly as possible. During Convergence Events, evacuees are to keep their vision extended downward as much as possible, maintaining eye contact with exit markers while leaving Nx-55's location. If unable to exit Nx-55, individuals should find a means of hiding until an "all-clear" state can be initiated.
All personnel should remind themselves and their associates of Nx-55's anomalous nature daily. Any adverse behavior should be immediately reported to site head.
Description: Nx-55 is the designation for a patch of land roughly 2km across located within Sutherland's Grove, Scotland. The surrounding area is lush and unremarkable, with little to note aside from handmade signage and gravel roads leading into Nx-55. Signs marked in an unknown Gaelic dialect appear throughout the area up to .4km away in every direction, ultimately pointing towards the center of Nx-55.
Nx-55 bears the remains of an unidentified, abandoned village, containing several small houses, a well, and what appears to have been a small church. Exact dating of the village has proven inconclusive, with some repairs and minor structures having been constructed more recently than others.
Flora within the village differs greatly from the surrounding area, appearing almost completely barren or dead in all seasons aside from certain exceptions (See Addendum 55-2: Flora for more information). Fauna has been generally absent from Nx-55, and tend to avoid the location.
Nx-55 is subject to rapid changes in local reality, known as Convergence Events. These events always occur at night, although the exact dates and times vary greatly. These events persist until early morning, wherein they will rapidly dissipate. All Convergence Events appear centered around the church in the town center.
While Convergence Events are in effect, Nx-55 becomes unable to be properly perceived or approached from the outside. The area will appear subject to dense fog and may experience meteorological, temporal and atmospheric fluctuations. During this time, all those who are sent into the area of effect are invariably lost, immediately losing GPS positioning and rapidly losing video/audio transmission over a period of a few minutes.
Nx-55's church ruins appear integrally connected to the anomalous nature of the area. However, no current thaumaturgic methods have proven useful in reducing or otherwise altering these properties. Additionally, a region within the ruins is noted to be a θ'-Dimensional non-Euclidean topological manifold of indeterminate size7 and represents a homeomorphic non-trivial deformation in spacetime where the Hume field of the surrounding area increases exponentially as one travels along any given vector towards the center of the region. Any matter taken into the area of effect leaves the space in a greater number of vectors than entered, causing a nonlethal spacial paradox to form. For example, if a metal rod were to be inserted into the area of effect and extend through to an outer exit point, it would leave in multiple directions simultaneously unless removed from the exact location. Likewise, living entities are duplicated upon crossing the threshold of entry but are considered to be of the same base structure unless removed from the location at a different angle. Thus, this area is in direct violation of the law of conservation of mass and several well known geometric axioms of mainstream mathematics.
Addendum 55-1: Convergence
Addendum 55-2: Flora
Addendum 55-3: Inhabitants
Addendum 55-4: [DATA REMOVED]
Addendum 55-5: Additional Materials
Item #: SCP-3143-J
Object Class: Euclid Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-3143-J's relationship with SCP-3143, containment efforts are ongoing. Foundation psychoanalysts and divorce attorneys are to be on paid retainer to assist SCP-3143 with handling the extreme psychological stress that arises from extended exposure to SCP-3143-J. Members of the Pataphysics Department and Mobile Task Force Iota-9 ("Marriage Counselors") are to investigate narrative alterations in popular romance media and issues of Redbook, Home and Garden and Good Housekeeping magazines.
Description: SCP-3143-J is a narrative-based entity by the name of Barbara Law, a 43-year-old Protestant woman and ex-wife of SCP-3143. SCP-3143-J was first encountered on ██/██/████ during a joint investigation of SCP-3138 emergence phenomena (See OPERATION SÉRIE NOIRE for more details).
At this point, SCP-3143, who had been an active and involved part of the investigation, momentarily exhibited atypical behavior and refused to continue operations until a Foundation therapist could be deployed (See Addendum 3143-J.1).
SCP-3143-J has shown to be capable of several anomalous abilities including:
- Suddenly manifesting in situations in which SCP-3143 would consider to be inopportune
- Manifesting legal documents such as court orders on command
- Winning all verbal altercations despite all evidence to the contrary
- Exerting negative energy as an unknown memetic agent
- Being all around kind of catty
SCP-3143 describes SCP-3143-J as "Shrill, abrasive and perpetually angry", stating that, due to longstanding marital strife that was endured during the years prior, they had not been on good terms to the point where SCP-3143 was actively avoiding her and "focusing on his career".
SCP-3143-J has declined any and all interview attempts by Foundation staff.
Addendum 3143.1: Incident Logs
NOTE: This was the first confirmed sighting of SCP-3143-J, during an investigation of SCP-3138 activity in an effected narrative. Mobile Task Force Lambda-8 ("Infowars"), a specialized force comprised of informational narrative constructs, was on the scene and receiving aid from SCP-3143 when the entity manifested.
A light-skinned man in a dark trilby stands alone in the normally crowded club, head cocked downward with his jaw tightly wound closed. He's alone because the other three in the room are dead.
He's got a gun in his hand, but he didn't kill these men. His name is MURPHY LAW, and he was going to find out who did.
MURPHY is also our NARRATOR. His voice sounds like an electric pencil sharpener as it gargles a mouthful of pebbles. It might sound coarse, but nothing as rough as the night these corpses had.
Fifth body in three days. Whoever the Chicago Spirit has got dumping corpses is on a hot streak, and you'd better believe I'm going to put that SOB on ice.
The front doors swing open with a loud groan, followed by the echoing steps of a band of heavily armed spec ops soldiers- the Foundation's finest. Leading the group is SGT. ASTAIRE, a stout man with a look of unpleasantness on his face.
Things were much different now, the science goons had even gone as far as to ask him for help. When the going gets tough, befriend the one who beat you before.
Yeah, nice to see you too, SCP-3143.
MURPHY is silent as he steps around the pool of blood on the floor.
More bodies. We better end this before the count reaches the double digits.
You don't have to tell me twice. Any leads so far?
Actually, I just got here, surveying the damage.
SGT. ASTAIRE glances over MURPHY's shoulder.
Excuse me, ma'am, you can't be here. This is an active crime scene.
MURPHY turns to see his ex-wife BARBARA LAW marching up to the group. She looks like she's been through the ringer, arguably one of her better days.
Barb, what are you doing here? I told you not to bother me while I'm working.
Don't give me that bullshit, Murphy! Why haven't you been returning my calls? Your last check bounced, I'm being generous not getting Feinberg8 on your case for this nonsense.
Oh, yes, how generous. Generous Barbara here, everyone!
You bastard! After everything I did for you-
-Excuse me, guys-
You did for me? I swear to god, Barbara, you do this every time. Every damn time! How can I pay you if you are constantly interrupting my work? I can't give you my money if I don't get paid!
At this point in time, SCP-3143 unknowingly broke character, temporarily reverting the structure of the narrative.
SCP-3143-J: You self-absorbed piece of-
SCP-3143: Oh, I'm self-absorbed? Which one of us is holding up a murder investigation for her own petty restitution? Huh?
Sgt. Astaire: -Guys-
SCP-3143-J: I wouldn't be here if you answered your goddamn phone when I called you.
SCP-3143: Which part of 'I'm working', don't you understand? Jesus, I need a drink.
SCP-3143-J: Oh, that's just great, go right back to the bottle. I can't deal with you when you're drunk. Why do you think we are even here?!
SCP-3143: Joke's on you, I'm already drunk!
Sgt. Astaire: Seriously, guys-
SCP-3143 & SCP-3143-J: What?!
Sgt. Astaire: Ah, nothing, nevermind.
Sgt. Astaire and the rest of MTF Lambda-8 exit the narrative and signal for Foundation support. Dr. Alexander Koestler, Foundation psychotherapist, is called in to speak with SCP-3143. Upon returning to the narrative, SCP-3143 is seen sitting on the side with a dour expression. SCP-3143 refuses to continue investigation and is transported to a secure facility for brief counseling before returning to work.
I always wanted to believe in monsters. I'm sure I wasn't the only one who did. Those that hide in the dark, the unknowns, waiting and preying, just outside of vision. Shadowy things, manifestations of the adverse that toy with the very basic truths.
Monotony is a powerful thing. Horror vacui.
In the dull days, those groaning moments were hell. Even in my youth I was bored out of my mind. Living in fucking nowhere, New Jersey for the better part of my life was something of irony given the scope of my imagination and anxiety.
Of course, I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me put your thoughts at ease.
"Hit it again."
There was a moment of silence. A brief pause, then chaos.
Through the graphene-reinforced glass, the view turned outward, then inward, folding in on itself. A bright light, free radicals bouncing off the shielded observation deck and back as the space within warped and distorted.
"Alright, we're looking at, uh, shit. D-USUSAS2-G. Dee dash you ess-"
"C'mon, Amber, remember your codes."
"You remember your fucking codes, Campbell. Dee dash you ess you ess-"
Outside, the sounds of gunfire emanated, cut short abruptly by some unknown force from the halls beyond the sealed chamber doors. Somewhere, past the airlock and the secondary shields lie the scourge of humanity. It was, well, the two didn't know exactly what it was. It wasn't even designated. The item was in Special Containment over at the one of the Anomalous Items warehouses on the Site-19 campus. Low level anomalies. Color-changing ping pong balls, mugs that filled themselves with grapefruit juice. That sort of thing. It constantly leaked a black sludge that would fill its containment area, and this required daily cleanup. No one wanted to deal with it, so management made D-Class clean the chamber and rarely looked back on the thing since. There it was, the end of the world, right there, hiding in plain sight.
"Dimensional, Unstable, Stationary, Unaided…", Dr. Amber Lombardi paused as the entire room shook. They were thirty floors down. They were thirty floors beneath the surface of a doomed planet and they were all going to die.
"Unstable, no go, hit it again."
Another flash of light. The inner chamber turned on a gradient into a deep red, the center of the accelerator rapidly transitioning into dead brush and shale. The interior was now the exterior.
"S-SSUPAH1-G. Spacial, Stable, Stationary, Unaided, Personal Area, Hazardous- no, no, we have to try again."
A muffled slam as a large body was thrown against the outer doors. The two looked up, for an instant, then caught themselves. They didn't have an instant to spare.
There are infinite worlds, endless whens and wheres. Yet, there was but very little time to get there.
With her hand on a lever, Lombardi flung it forward and retracted it back as the dual-spin singularities rearranged themselves in another of a billion combinations. Their topography was key, two rotating black holes that could point to anywhere, anytime. The electromagnetic barriers that held them in place fended off most radiation that leaked from the two meshed rips in space-time, but that didn't stop the device from shaving minutes off their lives every time she flipped that lever.
Inside, the view turned into black, speckled with points of white light. The center of the chamber became deep space, sensors indicating massive strain of force with warning lights and alarms- depressurization. The machine graced their ears with the sounds of bending metal.
"Oh- fuck, no, again. Flip it. Flip it now!"
And she did. And again. And again. All the while, the Idea crept forth and claimed minds. As it did, it gained form, first imperceptible, then slowly gaining opacity, ridges and corners, solidifying themselves within the confines three measly dimensions. The endless halls of Site-19, the hub, ever so cherished, were filling with pools of dark, viscous tar. There, it would remain, perfectly preserved. The remnants of the dead would be lost to oceans of oily black.
Soon later, the whole world would drown.
"Researcher Campbell. Campbell. Campbell. Aberdeen!"
A woman in a white coat raised her head, swiftly, jolted awake by another form that stood aside her desk. In front of her, mounds of paperwork littered the area. She had been drooling on a grant request from RAISA for three thousand red ball-point pens. This is what her life had become.
She glanced up, clearing the grogginess of sleep from her eyes, to see Site-19 Director H. Wyatt with a concerned look on his face. He was a gruff man, whose coarse nature beguiled those around him away from his rather benign self.
"Sorry, Director Wyatt. I didn't sleep well last night, they have me on all sorts of meds after my transfer from Site-01. I still can't think straight. No medical leave though. Them's the breaks."
"Alright, well, if you need to sleep, do it in the lounge. It gives a bad impression to sleep at your desk."
"Yes, of course."
Turning back to look at her desk, Sr. Researcher Aberdeen Campbell let out an exasperated sigh and contemplated her life for the umpteenth time. A few years ago she had been working at the archives over at zero-one, which was not a fun job to have, to say the least. It was probably the most boring place in Foundation ownership. Almost anomalously uninteresting, but not quite. That kind of bland.
Site-01 had been going through a major change of structure, with thousands of hard-copy documents in deep storage still not yet transferred onto the servers, Aberdeen had spent her time there working meticulously with little payoff, just like she did now.
It wasn't always like this. She knew, deep down, that there was more to her story than mountains of cellulose and ink and a bad case of carpal tunnel. She had been reassigned to the archives after having been exposed to some sort of antimeme. Something she had been studying before, when she worked over at Information and Data Analysis. That's what they tell her, anyway. They also told her she had done a good job at it, not that it really mattered at this point.
That period of her life felt like a blur of confusion and headaches. It was a blur of confusion and headaches. Before that it was… Let's just say her memory doesn't get any better going back. Antimemes were some of the worst things that never technically existed.
She furrowed her brow, then drew a slow breath. Pushing herself away from her responsibilities, Aberdeen decided on a much-needed caffeine boost. Meandering out of her cubicle block and into the halls beyond, the humble researcher thought about the many times she had been here, walking through the mostly-Euclidean hallways of Site-19.
In her own little world, mind wandering, free from the confines of the less-than-savory parts of her life, Aberdeen was taken off guard at one of Site-19's many connecting pathways, traveling into the path of someone who was in a rather brisk stride. Since there were no traffic lights in any of the four-way intersections of the complex, who was at fault could not be known.
The two collided in a show of scattered documents and apologies. Campbell didn't recognize the dark-haired woman, but she seemed as though she was in a little too much of a hurry.
"So sorry, I was distracted-", she began, bending down to pick up the papers. Before she could, someone grabbed her wrist.
"It's fine, but, please. Let me." The woman, short but with an air of authority, scrambled to grab the documents. As she did, Campbell was able to make out some of the contents, and her eyes widened.
"In-house spacio-temporal gateways? You mean-"
The woman cut her off with a sharp look and a hush. "Please, have a little tact. What is your clearance level, young woman?"
Taken aback, slightly offended, Aberdeen retorted with one of the few things she had left from her previous work experience. "Four. Don't tell me, you're an oh-five. Or did they make level four-point-five just for you?"
The woman rolled her eyes, then glanced around briefly before turning back.
"Yes, Site-19 just got its first Class-A wormhole generator. And it is beautiful. Amber Lombardi, head of Extradimensional Affairs."
"Abby- er- Aberdeen Cambell, clerical jockey, pleased to meet you."
"Clerical?" She raised an eyebrow. "How does a paper pusher like you, no offense, get level four clearance?"
Campbell was offended. "I used to do a lot more than push papers. I'd share the details but they're a bit hazy."
"Don't tell me, antimemetics? Don't they have drugs for that now?"
Aberdeen thought of the little orange pills. "Mnestics. Yes. Some of them have been shown to aid in memory restoration. And I've been on them for years now. This wasn't your typical antimeme, but they insist I keep trying. Sometimes I'll get flashes of things, like scenes from a film where you can't make out what the characters look like or why they even matter to the story-" She paused. Lombardi was looking at her like she had two heads more than the Foundation was used to.
"Ah, sorry, sorry. You probably don't want to hear my life story."
Amber's eyes softened. "It's not that. I'm just- I'm sorry. That must be so hard."
"I'm getting through it. Listen, I was on my way for a cup of coffee- you want one?"
She shook her head. "Thank you, but I really should get over to Extradimensional. They're expecting a presentation on the new portal."
"I'll leave you to it, then.", Campbell motioned a good-bye and finished her journey to the break room, leaving the other woman to whatever the Foundation needed her for next.
"Your turn, mate."
D-8102 grabbed the mop from his cellmate with a dejected glare.
"You know I hate you, right?"
D-0914 smirked and leaned back against the featureless wall behind him.
"Yeah, you hate all of us, and I don't really like you either. Still." His eyes motioned to the floor.
"Alright, alright."
D-8102 dunked the mop head into a wheeled bucket of gray-brown water and stabbed at the floor like it owed him money. Sometimes you wished you could live another life, sometimes you wished you were dead. D-8102 was feeling a mix of both. He could barely make out his own reflection in the puddle of black ooze he was cleaning, and he didn't recognize the man he saw, clad in orange, toiling until that unknown day where you get gassed like the rest of them. Or so they say. He hadn't been around enough long enough to know if the sweet release of death was actually
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"Hey, listen!"
The HERO opened its eyes. Roused from a sleep that was as instant as it was endless, the champion's form slowly remembered who it was and, more importantly, why it was. Brushing away fading dreams, memories of distant lives or other places from days long past, the HERO was greeted by a shining form that stood before it, radiant and beautiful, like the glowing embrace of a goddess and a matriarch. The room it inhabited was unfamiliar and strange, but that fact mattered not. The details, although hazy, were concrete enough to bring the HERO back to here and now. The mission, the purpose of it all. The champion yawned.
"HERO, your time has come. Do you remember your past? The great calamity slain that rises once more. He who brought its blight unto the people of Homeworld, the destroyer. It lives, and it festers in the Valley of the Forgotten. Life cries out as a beckoning to its savior."
Oh, not this bit again.
The HERO stood and shook off the fatigue of a billion wars, the nobility of its blood surging without a second of hesitation. Clear, awake and aware, the warrior surveyed the room. A small hut, made of wood and fiber and leaf. The sun was shining through the entry, signaling the dawn of a new day. Yes, it all made sense now.
The warrior, ever elegant in its design, drew its gaze to the one that had awakened him. A feminine being, whose inner light was an outer light, ineffable- She who brings the call to action, her shining visage a sight to behold, beautiful and without flaw. A princess, or spirit of the woods, or whatever she was. She had her role, and she played it perfectly. The HERO gazed upon her figure and understood.
"How did I get here?"
"HERO, you were injured from your toils, the wars of many worlds. I have rescued you, brought you to my people, so your destiny can be fulfilled."
"Right, destiny. I remember now."
"Good. Then you shall go forth, and defeat the darkness, the world-eater, and bring peace to this realm, for it is your fate, and your duty. The wheel of fortune spins in your favor. Ready yourself and make haste."
The HERO gave a nod, knowing what it must do, the path that laid before it. It was open, the information was there, in the space-between-spaces. The preamble, which it had known so well, and traveled so many times before.
As the one, the paragon, exited its chambers, it emerged into a lush world, expansive in its design. The limits were boundless, the creation magnificent, and there it existed, solely for they, the warrior. The champion was oblivious to this, the scheme that surrounded it, for his selflessness was all-encompassing, its empathy grand and its heart ever-pure.
The HERO felt it all and, for a brief moment, was euphoric within its place, its part in the way-of-things. It set out on its quest without another thought.
The path to the unholy abomination was fraught with perils, many the HERO had seen before. It danced around dangers with ease, a familiarity known only to it, the warrior. Fight true, spoke the mother-queen, her blessing a kiss on the forehead of the chosen child. Her spirit guiding, pulling the savior to its end, its destiny. Flay the beast with a thousand heads, whose children spawned the trials of the innocent and razed the gates of paradise. Drive your blade into its wretched heart, so it may heed the champion's call, and the voice of the Goddess will sing a song of harmony that will echo throughout the land.
It flew through the beast's ghastly domains, retrieving the shattered remnants of the divine amulet, the artifact with which the HERO would use to fell the mighty, nameless evil. It did so with grace and reflexes that only the archetype would possess, a trait that it had gathered from so many battles it had won throughout its war-torn past.
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"People think that stories are shaped by people. In fact, it's the other way around.
Stories exist independently of their players. If you know that, the knowledge is power.
Stories, great flapping ribbons of shaped space-time, have been blowing and uncoiling around the universe since the beginning of time. And they have evolved. The weakest have died and the strongest have survived and they have grown fat on the retelling… stories, twisting and blowing through the darkness.
And their very existence overlays a faint but insistent pattern on the chaos that is history. Stories etch grooves deep enough for people to follow in the same way that water follows certain paths down a mountainside. And every time fresh actors tread the path of the story, the groove runs deeper.
Stories don't care who takes part in them. All that matters is that the story gets told, that the story repeats. Or, if you prefer to think of it like this: stories are a parasitical life form, warping lives in the service only of the story itself."
- Terry Pratchett
Item #: SCP-3XXX
Object Class: Thaumiel
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3XXX is to be secured with Level 5 clearance in a location known only to O5-7. O5-7 is to be the sole operator of SCP-3XXX and is to work directly with members of the Pataphysics9, Metaphysics, and Relative Physics departments during testing efforts to minimize collateral and help better understand SCP-3XXX's effects.
Description: SCP-3XXX is a ████-brand sterling silver analog wristwatch. Instead of the typical watch face found on standard devices of its kind, SCP-3XXX's face has twelve pictograms set in a circular pattern. These symbols relate directly to twelve unique settings (See SCP-3XXX Settings List for information). The pin on the side can be pulled out and used to adjust its hand which does not move on its own10. Changing settings with the dial will cause the name to appear briefly on the background of the watch face in a pixelated, LED fashion, despite the lack of digital parts.
SCP-3XXX primary anomalous capability is to manipulate the narrative causality surrounding the passage of time for the wearer. Each of SCP-3XXX's settings changes the way the wearer perceives and travels through time. When a selection is made by closing the pin, SCP-3XXX's face will glow in a soft color that corresponds to each setting. During this period, the closed pin can be manipulated to adjust the hand, causing the wearer to move forward or backwards in time an amount that would be applicable for the hour hand of a standard twelve-hour watch face. One quantum of time using the dial is six minutes.
Not all settings support both forward and backwards travel and therefore can have wildly unpredictable results. As of ██/██/████, due to the complexity and sensitivity of the device, testing requires approval by O5 Command and can only be carried out by trained Level 5 personnel.
At this time SCP-3XXX is being utilized for the burgeoning PROJECT CAUSAL REFRESH. O5-7 is to utilize SCP-3XXX to locate, secure and contain [DATA EXPUNGED] from alternate timelines associated with SCP-3XXX. A contingency plan is in effect that would train a new Level 5 individual to use SCP-3XXX in the event of O5-7's sudden demise. This plan is to incorporate SCP-3XXX-1 into teaching modules until the individual feels comfortable with all settings.
SCP-3XXX-1 refers to an anomalous, 6,398-page manual found with the device. SCP-3XXX-1 contains a complete overview and breakdown of SCP-3XXX's various modes of operation. No company name or contact information is listed. Paper tested and found to be non-anomalous personal printer paper.
SCP-3XXX-1 contains a greater number of pages than its physical constraints allow. In addition, all information retained by studying SCP-3XXX-1 is inaccessible unless wearing the device or reading from the book11. Inferences about the nature of each mode are made using testing observations and study of narrative/ontological causality.
Note: This is a list of all settings found on SCP-3XXX and their corresponding symbols and traits.
|Interaction hazard
|Affects Timeline
|Null sign
|Concentric squares
|Small animal resembling a marmot12
|Bulls-eye target
|Coniferous tree
*Atypical cases. See testing log for more details.
Testing Log 3XXX-1A:
Note: Experimentation was initially approved for D-Class testing before the full capabilities of the device were realized. This was changed on ██/██/████ to reflect new findings.
Date: ██/██/████
Subjects: D-11248
Setting: Relativistic
Preface: First test of SCP-3XXX's abilities. D-11248 was told to set the device and travel six minutes into the future, then six minutes into the past, returning to the initial point.
Result: D-11248 successfully initializes device and vanishes from testing area. Subject does not return. Six minutes later, D-11248 appears in same spot. Subject claimed to experience a rapidly accelerated version of the events that happened around her location, but was unable to move for the entirety of the event. Upon setting the time back, D-11248 emitted a scream before violently imploding. SCP-3XXX retrieved without incident.
Note: It is possible that this setting, if using currently understood and accepted models of relative physics, does not have an appropriate function for backwards travel. Subjects likely move at near light speed to achieve accelerated forward travel.
Date: ██/██/████
Subjects: D-2374
Setting: Stopwatch
Preface: Subject was instructed to set the device, travel forward six minutes, then return.
Result: D-2374 initialized device without error. Upon setting time forward, no effects were observed. Several seconds later, another copy of D-2374 appeared in the testing area, claiming that they were only able to travel back to the point where the setting was initially selected. Both versions of D-2374 are able to interact without issue. Six minutes later, the original D-2374 sets the time back and vanishes from the testing area. D-2374's copy experiences light nausea but seems otherwise healthy.
Note: Interesting, it seems as though this setting is only capable of backwards travel, and only to a starting point that was causally already in action. Further testing is required.
Date: ██/██/████
Subjects: D-2374
Setting: Stopwatch
Preface: Subject was instructed to set the device, wait twelve minutes, then travel back twelve minutes to the starting point. Control instructed researchers to stop D-2374 from traveling once a copy of him appears.
Result: D-2374 initialized device without issue. No copy of D-2374 appears. D-2374 successfully stopped from leaving.
Note: This method seems ontologically sound, paradoxical effects at a minimum.
Date: ██/██/████
Subjects: D-2374
Setting: Stopwatch
Preface: Subject was instructed to set the device, wait six minutes, then travel back six minutes to the starting point, repeating this process a total of three times.
Result: D-2374 initialized device and waited. Three copies of D-2374 manifest in the room, several seconds apart each. After six minutes, all except for one set their watches back and vanish.
Date: ██/██/████
Subjects: D-2853
Setting: Instance
Preface: D-2853 was instructed to set the device, attempt to travel forward six minutes, then attempt to return.
Result: Subject initialized SCP-3XXX without issue, vanishing from place. D-2853 did not return during the course of the test, and is not seen for over fourteen hours. Upon return, D-2853 showed significant psychological distress and mild dehydration. Upon application of an anxiolytic, subject was interviewed and claimed to have traveled successfully and near instantly, but was unable to interact with the environment nor gain the attention of anyone. Subject experienced the same phenomenon when returning to the starting point and had panicked, considering it permanent. Upon pulling the pin on SCP-3XXX's side, the phenomenon ceased.
Note: I'm going to go out on a limb here and say this setting is creating localized temporal anomalies on an unidentified substrate. This would account for why the subject experienced successful translocation without being able to be perceived. Fascinating. I'm also putting in an official request to require trained Foundation personnel for interaction with SCP-3XXX. Losing it for fourteen hours makes one realize how special this anomaly is, and what we stand to gain if we take good care of it.
Request denied until further testing reveals it to be safe enough for administrative use. - O5-3
Date: ██/██/████
Subjects: D-3330
Setting: Recursive
Preface: D-3330 given SCP-3XXX-1 to study the specific setting. Afterwards, he was instructed to set the device, travel forward six minutes, then attempt to return to initial starting point.
Result: D-3330 explained that this setting was intended only for backwards travel. After applying setting, no forward travel was detected. Another copy of D-3330 manifested in the testing area shortly afterwards. Interacting copies of D-3330 [DATA EXPUNGED] upon contact.
Note: [REDACTED FOR BREVITY] They're still fixing the containment cell and cleaning up all the viscera. Definite ontological hazard. Tachyon meters went wild as well. I have a feeling we'll see some causal loops and other classic paradoxes with this setting.
Date: ██/██/████
Subjects: D-55121
Setting: Recursive
Preface: D-55121 was instructed to wait twelve minutes, then travel back to six minutes after starting point. During this period, subject was evacuated and contained nearby.
Result: D-55121's copy appeared in the testing area shortly after testing began. Subject claimed that the experience "Felt like one bad case of déjà vu" and "took longer than expected". D-55121 successfully vanishes from location at the twelve minute mark.
Date: ██/██/████
Subjects: D-55121
Setting: Recursive
Preface: Subject instructed to wait twelve minutes, then travel back to six minutes after starting point. Control instructs researchers to stop D-55121 from travelling once a copy of him appears. Subject relocated after start of test to a safe area.
Result: D-55121's copy manifests in the chamber. Researchers apprehend D-55121 at the three minute mark and prevent travel. Copy of subject [DATA EXPUNGED].
Note: Confirms the reliance on narrative cohesion in order to prevent paradoxes. D-55121 has a minor siezure following conclusion of the test, the cause of which was not determined. Full recovery was seen within 24 hours.
Date: ██/██/████
Subjects: D-55121
Setting: Re:do
Preface: Subject instructed to attempt travel to six minutes before the test.
Result: As the subject was not retroactivally a part of test preceedings and did not appear to translocate, it was assumed initially that D-55121 failed to travel at all. However, upon cessation of test, subject insisted they had travelled six minutes before the test and spent several hours repeating the same interval of time. Subject noticed no copy of himself during this period and only was able to break the loop after repeating his actions from the minutes leading up to the test.
Note: It is unknown if subject travelled to an alternate timeline or was located outside of reality as with the "Instance" setting.
Date: ██/██/████
Subjects: D-55121
Setting: Re:do
Preface: Subject instructed to sit in a chair and travel six minutes into the future.
Result: Test identical to last. Subject noted that the looping did not occur until the six minute mark, cycling through those first minutes of the test. The loop was only broken once D-55121 sat in the chair for the entirety of the interval.
Note: This was to be expected.
Date: ██/██/████
Subjects: D-55121
Setting: [DATA EXPUNGED]
Preface: [DATA EXPUNGED]
Result: [DATA EXPUNGED]
Additional Materials:
Excerpt, "A Labyrinth of Symbols", W. Edward, 2004
Nestled in the middle of J. L. Borges' short story "The Garden of Forking Paths" is the suggestion that a text, a work of fiction, can be a labyrinth. The obvious question, then, would be whether this story, our story, is a labyrinth. In order to formulate an answer, it seems pertinent to ask another question: "What is our story?".
Excerpt, "The Narrative Paradigm: An Elaboration", Walter R. Fisher, 1985
There is no genre, including technical communication, that is not an episode in the story of life.
Excerpt, ████ █████, "███ █████ █████████", █████ █████████, 1986
Our minds make stories, and stories make our minds. A story can be a rule for living according to one's culture, a useful survival trick, a clue to the grandeur of the universe, or a mental hypothesis about what might happen if we pursue a particular course. Stories map out the phase space of existence.
Item #: SCP-3XXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3XXX has been shown to uniformly permeate 100% of the observable universe, and therefore cannot be contained. Thankfully, SCP-3XXX does not pose a significant risk to the public or Foundation operations. Therefore, containment efforts are to be focused on minimizing knowledge of the extent of SCP-3XXX's properties. Foundation agents stationed in various sites of interest such as places of academia, statistics and research laboratories are to monitor and report any findings that may lead to the discovery of SCP-3XXX's anomalous qualities.
Description: SCP-3XXX is the designation for a set of anomalous empirical proofs of mathematical statistics and their related laws, including most █████ laws, ████'s law, the ██████ principle, and the ██████-█████████ law,13 which show an unexplained proportionality between unrelated phenomena and present in large sets of data. SCP-3XXX implies that the ratio of ██.█:██.█ is universally constant throughout many seemingly random forms of qualia14 and therefore gives rise to predictable patterns of behavior in systems that should otherwise be highly variable. To date, the Foundation has been actively trying to suppress knowledge of SCP-3XXX for over a century. The first recorded knowledge of SCP-3XXX that was expunged was a set of Greek texts from ████ B.C.E., describing the nature of the anomaly and posits several theories into the origin of the phenomena.
SCP-3XXX has no discernible source, although explorations into alternate realities reveal [DATA REDACTED, SEE BELOW], as experimental Kant-Sennheiser Kismet Ratio Counters are able to detect, but not alter, SCP-3XXX's properties.
Additional Materials
Addendum 3XXX.1: Interview Logs / Excerpts
The following is a series of relevant interviews, snippets and excerpts pertaining to SCP-3XXX.
Interviewee: George Rosenthal
Interviewer: Dr. H. Alexander
Date: 3/██/19██
Preface: Mr. Rosenthal is a agriculturalist from ██████, Wisconsin. Rosenthal reportedly came across evidence of SCP-3XXX while reviewing purchase, inventory and quality reports of various crops he was cultivating. Subject reportedly spoke openly about the phenomenon on a public forum, prompting Foundation investigation. Subject released post interview upon application of Class-B Amnestics.
Dr. Alexander: And how exactly did this come to your attention?
Rosenthal: I mean, how do you not notice? ██% of my crop contains ██% of my earnings, the top ██% of the people that buy from me make up ██% of all purchases, hell, even ██% of the plants themselves hold ██% of the total number of vegetables on the vines. How does that make sense?
Dr. Alexander: It is unusual, isn't it? Your testimony will help us better understand the phenomenon.
Rosenthal: You guys are scientists?
Dr. Alexander: More or less.
Rosenthal: So what do you guys think it is?
Dr. Alexander: That information is classified, although I can say that we are hoping it is explainable with our current understanding of statistical analysis. It is possible that it is simply a coincidence.
Rosenthal: [laughs] Coincidence? I've never seen something so far away from coincidence in my whole life, doc. I see it everywhere now. ██% of Americans hold ██% of all wealth. Did you know that? No, this ain't coincidence. Whatever it is, it's everywhere, out there in the aether. Something like gravity, you know? Ever present.
Dr. Alexander: Noted. I think that just about covers it. Thank you for report.
Rosenthal: No problem. Oh, and, doc?
Dr. Alexander: Yes?
Rosenthal: Be safe. It's a strange world out there.
Dr. Alexander: That it is.
From: Dr. H. Alexander [halexander@scipnet]
To: Sr. Researcher Davis [ndavis@scipnet]
Re: SCP-3XXX
I think I've got it worked out.
People like to give our universe a bad rap, but in all reality things are pretty okay. From a purely biological standpoint, we humans are thriving. Sure, we may have two hundred ticking time bombs locked in boxes across the biosphere, but we are alive. The chances of human life making it this far without being annihilated is, well, let's just say we are lucky on a base scale.
Where am I going with this? Well, the presence of SCP-3XXX has never been a bad thing. It has always pointed out in favor of the individual. Who would have thought that you can achieve ██% more if you give a ██% effort? That good things happen to you ██% of the time?
Maybe this thing is like the gravitational constant. If so, maybe we should take a closer look at elementary particles- more specifically of any instances of SCP-3XXX at the most basic scale, see if it possible to manipulate or detect, then move outward from there.
What do you think?
Dr. H. Alexander, Site-83 Theoretical Anomalies Department
From: Sr. Researcher Davis [ndavis@scipnet]
To: Dr. H. Alexander [halexander@scipnet]
Re: Re: SCP-3XXX
Dr. Alexander,
So funny you should mention elementary particles, I just received a report that one of our Agents at CERN detected possible SCP-3XXX activity during recent particle accelerator testing.
Let me forward it to you now.
Sr. Researcher Davis
Fwd: Particle Accelerator Testing
Latest results of testing confirms a likelihood of SCP-3XXX in the behavior of certain particles. Specifically, strange D mesons (Ds) retain consistent mass ██% of the time. Their contained charm quarks act similarly, with ██% displacement due to quantum effects ██% of the elapsed time.
I won't bore you with the jargon, but I'll tell you this: it's big news. Take the data I'm sending you and get it to the Physics department, have them analyze it. Maybe you can get permission to use [SCP-536 SCP-536] for testing. Either way, portable analysis of mesons is perfectly possible with the Foundation's current levels of technology.
Good luck.
Proposal 3XXX-Alpha
Date: ██/██/████
Project Lead: Dr. Robert Sennheiser
Develop portable device capable of displaying Kismet Ratio by detecting the chance of quantum effects on atomic and subatomic particles.
Requested Resources:
- Access to SCP-536 for testing purposes
- Access to SCP-████ to create unbounded false vacuum inside device
- Access to [SCP-2700 SCP-2700] for analysis
- Materials necessary to construct device
- 25 D-Class Personnel for experimentation
Project Details:
Using information gathered from decades of statistical analysis and interpretation of raw data from CERN,
Addendum 3XXX.2: Project Kismet Overview
Addendum 3XXX.3: Kismet Testing Logs
|Kismet Ratio
|Used as a control for the experiment.
|SCP-2400 appears to be very neutral. Further testing is to be done to confirm the integrity of contained site within.
Item #: SCP-3531
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-3531 are to be confiscated and stored within Site-84's low-priority containment warehouses. Mobile Task Force Alpha-4 ("Pony Express") has been assigned the task of intercepting packages of SCP-3531 and tracking the origin of the anomaly15. Any and all media advertisements are to be taken down immediately; Foundation agents are to monitor live broadcasts of channels of interest and report any findings to their superior. Civilians who witness these broadcasts are to be informed that advertisements for SCP-3531 are satirical in nature- internet campaigns with the sole purpose of devaluing the intent of SCP-3531's distribution are currently underway.
Due to the extensive cleanup that results from experimentation with SCP-3531, testing is currently suspended indefinitely.
Description: SCP-3531 is the collective designation for an anomalous nootropic pharmaceutical drug titled "neurolongate". SCP-3531 is presented in foil blister packs of ten, and is not usually found on pharmacy shelves16. According to the packaging, SCP-3531 is distributed by Pfizer, although no traces of the product have been seen in synthesis labs or warehouses under their control17. There is evidence to support that unknown parapharmaceutical manufacturer and Person of Interest "dado" is responsible for SCP-3531's production. SCP-3531 tablets consist entirely of microcrystalline cellulose18 and have no detectable active ingredients.
SCP-3531's anomalous properties become apparent 30-45 minutes after ingestion. In 100% of reported cases, subjects will complain of sinus discomfort followed by various neurological disorders associated with increased cranial pressure. 46% of subjects develop conjugate gaze palsy19 followed by exophthalmia in one or both eyes. Approximately 60 minutes after ingestion, the subject's skull will begin to deform and swell due to rapid increase in gray matter in the brain. MRI and CT scans of affected patients have to be aborted preemptively due to risk of damaging the equipment. After 90 minutes, most subjects who have ingested SCP-3531 expire due to stroke or aneurysm. Those who don't are unable to support their heads and must lay down to avoid damaging their spine. By approximately 120 minutes post ingestion, gray matter will leak from one or more orifices in the subject's head. The skull will often hemorrhage and violently rupture. Affected brains will continue to grow for up to thirty minutes before the effect subsides.
Knowledge of SCP-3531's existence is spread entirely via television commercial, in which it is generally described as a cognitive enhancing supplement20. Commercials will air randomly during late night slots on multiple cable networks21, often during slots where other commercials have paid to air.
Note: The following is a transcript of an advertisement featuring SCP-3531, which aired ██/██/████ on the QVC Network.
Camera fades in to a scene of a park. Quality of film implies it is recorded with a personal camera. View zooms into woman sitting on park bench, a mother, whose children are playing nearby. Camera zooms closer, the woman holding her head as if she had a headache. It is unknown if they are aware they are being filmed.
At this point, a voice speaks, although it is obvious that it is not an actual person but a simple text-to-speech software similar to "Microsoft Sam".
Voice: Hello. I am dado.
Voice: Does your head hurt?
Voice: Are your thoughts too small?
Camera cuts to children playing on playground, film is now black and white.
Voice: Don't be stuck, let dado help you.
"neurolongate" appears on the screen in Comic Sans font, scene cuts to same image but in color.
Voice: Neurolongate make brain bigger. Make world brighter.
Scene transitions in a sweeping motion, revealing a stock image of a doctor and the phrase "no need talk to ur[sic] doctor" (see attached image).
Voice: Neurolongate have no side effect. Neurolongate right for you. Call now for free sample.
Phone number flashes on screen. Cut back to park, scene focused again on the mother, who is happily playing with her children.
Voice: Neurolongate by dado. Feel better.
Scene fade to black. Pfizer logo appears briefly before fading out.
Addendum 3531.1: Interaction Attempt - Phone Call
Note: On 03/14/2017, shortly after the ads were first reported, the Foundation issued a call to the number provided in attempts to further establish contact with "dado" or any affiliates thereof. Call was made in the Site-84 conference room.
Unknown: Hello, welcome to Pfizer consulting services, this is Shelly speaking.
Agent Ross: Hey, Shelly? Hi. I'm just calling because I'm interested in sampling one of your products. There was an ad on TV?
Unknown: No problem, sir. What product is that?
Agent Ross: It was some sort of supplement for cognitive enhancement, I believe it was called Neurolongate?
Unknown: I'm sorry, what did you say?
Agent Ross: Neurolongate? You know, for your brain?
Unknown: I apologize sir, but we do not manufacture any product by that name.
Agent Ross: Are you sure? I saw the Pfizer logo. This is the number that was on the ad.
Unknown: Hmmm, let me check. Hold on one minute.
Agent Ross: No problem, ma'am.
[Silence for one minute, thirty seconds]
Unknown: Hello, sir, you still there?
Agent Ross: Yes, Shelly. I'm here.
Unknown: Thank you so much for holding. I've checked with the administrative director and I have confirmed we do not sell any product by that name. I'm sorry for the inconvenience.
Agent Ross: Ah, it's fine. Thank you.
Note: The following day after this call was made, an unmarked package containing one blister pack of SCP-3531 was discovered outside the main atrium of Site-84. Cameras show that the package was delivered via USPS handler, despite the fact that Site-84 handles its mail offsite through a front company.
Addendum 3531.2: Recovered Chat Log
Note: Following a small investigation into Pfizer's activity, a small transcript of relevant conversation was recovered from COO Marielle ████████'s work computer.
You have joined.
grapevine223: hello?
grapevine223: Is anyone there?
dado: yes hi sorry
dado: dialup slow am using computer book
grapevine223: Right.
dado: how may i be of help?
grapevine223: So are you the one who has been marketing those fake Pfizer pills?
dado: no i only make real pill. it work well.
grapevine223: Why are you using our company name?
dado: i use name 2 help promote product. u want big brain pill, i make sales. u win dado wins.
grapevine223: No, this is not acceptable. You need to cease production immediately.
grapevine223: Hello???
dado: sorry, can't do that. demand high, need 2 make more brain pill. hope u understand.
grapevine223: No, I do not understand. I don't think you do either.
dado: dado understand, dado send u big brain pill make u understand 2.
dado: dado need address before ship 2 u.
dado: hello, u give address?
dado: ?
You have left.
Item #: SCP-3XXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3XXX is to be kept in a standard 5m3 non-human containment chamber in Site-83 and sealed with level 3 clearance. All individuals expressing desire to test with SCP-3XXX must score 30 or higher on the Anomalous Cognition Resistance Scale (ACRS). Permission to commence said testing must be obtained from project head and site director. In addition, full psychiatric evaluations are to take place after every testing session to address any issues that may arise from extended exposure to the object. Amnestics are available upon request.
Knowledge of SCP-3XXX's anomalous properties is limited due to a successful disinformation campaign that began in 1982 and is mostly self-regulating at this point. Completely removing knowledge of SCP-3XXX's existence is considered unlikely, however, its current status as an urban legend in some subcultures is considered non-threatening to Foundation operations.
At no time are any personnel with diagnosed photosensitive epilepsy allowed to take place in testing procedures.
Description: SCP-3XXX is the designation for a set of three retro-style arcade machines titled "████████". The cabinet of the systems are entirely black aside from the title, which is emblazoned in neon green. The housing bears a red joystick and a single white button. Internal components of SCP-3XXX appear non-anomalous and can be removed and replaced without incident.
Although no records of such game exist, SCP-3XXX instances were found to have spontaneously manifested in several local arcades in ████████, OR in 1981. Foundation agents were deployed after a series of complaints and hospitalizations stemming from what was reportedly a "haunted" arcade machine. Upon acquisition and analysis by the Foundation Paraphysical Department, it was determined not to contain any incorporeal entities whatsoever.
When an individual inserts .50 USD into the coin slot of the device, the game's supposed development team, ████████████22, flashes briefly on the screen. The player will then be greeted by a black screen bearing the title and "PUSH TO START". Pressing the white button begins the game.
SCP-3XXX's gameplay is widely considered disorienting at best. The game features vector graphics in the style of Asteroid, with a player-controlled craft firing on incoming geometric shapes. Unlike most styles of retro arcade gameplay, moving the joystick left and right does not cause the craft to move, instead rotating the entire screen aside from the ship itself.
SCP-3XXX features aggressive stereoscopic strobe patterns that cause an anomalous drop in seizure threshold upon viewing. Sustained play has been shown to cause permanent detrimental neurological complications and distinct personality changes. Approximately 20% of users will go on to develop acute recurring photosensitive epilepsy. Post-analysis of gameplay recordings reveal cognitohazardous glyphs that appear for single frames at a time at random intervals throughout interaction23, as well as non-anomalous subliminal messages and images.
During gameplay, users report extreme fear, paranoia and hallucinations. These hallucinations range from kaleidoscopic patterns to fully immersive and tactile visuals, out-of-body experiences, and total loss of sense of the perception of time. Toxicity reports reveal elevated adrenaline and cortisol levels in the bloodstream. While playing, subjects are unwilling to cease testing, despite any and all negative effects experienced.
Upon cessation, those who use SCP-3XXX exhibit extreme aversion to video media and computer entertainment systems, often reacting with similar behavior to those with severe post-traumatic stress disorder.
Subjects appear to display increased suggestibility, inhibited fight-or-flight response, and reduced higher function thinking following testing. After thirty minutes of sustained play, cessation is almost always fatal due to sudden onset grand mal seizures.
95% of testing individuals report frequent recurring nightmares for several weeks following interaction. These dreams mostly take the form of bright flashing lights and geometric shapes, with some reports of humanoid screaming and an extreme sense of guilt/doom.
Interviewer: Dr. Robert Bernard, Foundation psychologist.
Interviewee: D-8012, Male, 53 years of age
Preface: Subject was instructed to play SCP-3XXX until he failed, approximately seven minutes. He was then taken into a standard interrogation room for debriefing.
Dr. Bernard: Alright, D-8012. I'm Dr. Bernard, this is your post-test debrief and psychological evaluation. I'm just going to ask a few questions about your interactions with SCP-3XXX.
D-8012: Please. Don't make me go back.
Dr. Bernard: I'm only here to ask some questions.
D-8012: [laughs] Yeah, then you'll send me back in. Just like you did with Rachel. I heard her screams. Until she started playing again, of course.
Dr. Bernard: I can see if I can arrange for your reassignment.
D-8012: It doesn't matter.
Dr. Bernard: [coughs] Can you tell me about what you saw when you were playing the game?
Subject appears to become rapidly distressed.
D-8012: I-I don't know. I don't want to think about it! Don't make me go in. I'll be good, I swear.
Dr. Bernard: I'm sorry?
D-8012: I'll be a good boy. I won't play the games anymore, I promise. I know they're the devil's work.
Dr. Bernard: Why do you think video games are so bad?
Subject flinches at the use of the word "video games".
D-8012: The lights. And the sounds. Repeating forever! You don't understand. Just let me be good. I'll be good, I promise.
Dr. Bernard: I think this is all we have time for today, please wait here and you will be escorted back to your cell.
D-8012: No, please! I don't want the lights anymore! It has to stop!
Subject is seen becoming violently agitated by the overhead lamps. Shortly thereafter, subject refuses to open their eyes, burrowing their head in their hands until the light is extinguished.
D-8012: Silence. Thank you.
Item #: SCP-3XXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: The establishment containing SCP-3XXX is to be blocked off under the guise of an internal structural collapse. The front entry of said building should locked, reinforced and display a standard "Condemned" sign, which is to be periodically inspected for wear and readability. Due to the amount of foot traffic surrounding the building, guards should not be posted outside. Three Foundation agents disguised as a civilian tenants should occupy the ground-floor apartment facing SCP-3XXX's containment in shifts so as to constantly observe the entry and prevent unwanted access.
Such agent should receive standard night vision equipment to better detect said entry. If attempts are made by unwanted individuals, agent is to quickly apprehend those responsible and radio for a team to escort said individuals to a nearby facility for interrogation, subsequent amnestic gas treatment and release.
Should testing be approved, all involved should dress in standard construction uniform before entry.
Minimizing attention to SCP-3XXX's containment is considered a top priority at this time.
Description: SCP-3XXX refers to a bay window located in an abandoned apartment complex in uptown [DATA EXPUNGED]. The window is indestructible, and items on the sill cannot be removed by any known means.
The interior of the apartment containing SCP-3XXX is seemingly the only apartment in the building, despite being three stories tall. All access points that would lead to upper floors simply don't exist, and are inaccessible via any means.
The view through SCP-3XXX is mostly obscured by dense fog and condensation, and differs from the rear of the apartment, where no window is seen and displays nothing of interest. Entering into to its provisional containment site through the fire escape and surrounding buildings is, luckily, impossible, therefore no further attempts at containment are needed.
When an one individual stands within a meter of the center of SCP-3XXX and looks outside, they will disappear under lack of observation. Individual will reappear on the opposite side upon re-observation, then looking towards the window and interior of the apartment. Likewise, return is possible to the interior if individual isn't being watched.
The atmosphere of the area on the opposite side is breathable and similar to the rest of Earth with no notable differences. The temperature remains steady at about twenty six degrees Celsius (Or eighty degrees Fahrenheit) and is notably humid.
The area outside of SCP-3XXX is seemingly vast and immeasurable. Standard audio/video recording equipment works without problem, but GPS positioning fails instantly on transportation to the other side. Therefore, mapping of the area is difficult without inspection from the inside. Area shows signs of human life, although no traditionally living beings have been seen thus far. Headlamps are unnecessary; area is illuminated by an unknown celestial body.
Initial discovery of SCP-3XXX took place on ██/██/████ after reports of several disappearances emanating from the building. Emergency officials responding to these reports were apprehended, interviewed and supplied Class-A amnestics.
Manned and drone exploration followed shortly afterwards. Results of these explorations are outlined here, and took place over three separate logs.
Exploratory Logs 3XXX.1 through 3XXX.3:
Note: Field kit containing the following items is standard issue for manned SCP-3XXX testing.
- Shoulder mounted video and audio equipment with thirteen hours lifespan
- Two 0.5 L water bottles
- Four standard emergency rations of any type, plus one granola bar (Raisin-containing bars have been suspended due to several reports of complaints from D-Class.24252627).
- One 9mm firearm with twelve rounds of ammunition. (Since rescinded.)
Mission Log 2935.1, Codename: Ganymede
Mission Log 2935.1, Codename: Europa
Mission Log 2935.1, Codename: Io
- alternate world is monochromatic
- other side of bay window runs along a seemingly infinite facade of inaccessible human buildings (May or may not be alternate entry points from other windows)
- occupied by constructs similar to silver sea urchins that roll about. spheres and other things exist. pulsating metallic objects roam areas and do not respond to stimuli, emitting strange drones and whines
- fog turns out to be clouds because entry is mega high up. ravines are discovered and acrophobic exploration logs continue as d-class scale chasms and descend into strange world
- rivers of mercury or something similar, add to surreal atmosphere
- maybe find cliffs that end in sheer drops to oceans of mercury
- at the heart of the chasm, we find a massive metallic construct. crimson blood contrasts well with metallic sheen
Note: i did this to myself.
It is assumed that there will come a time and place in which records of these writings are lost, even in their completion.
- Richard Larenz' Personal Log
- [http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-3959-restricted SCP-3959 (LEVEL 5)
- Redact Your Life
- SCP-????-J Extended Log
- Sr. Researcher James A. Harkness' Personnel File
The following documentation relates to a wide-scale anomaly with potential memetic tendencies, both anomalous and not. It is unknown how much of SCP-3XXX's effect is cognitive. What we do know is what it's done to those children. Amnestics erase a good deal of what happened, but not every piece of information subsides with chemicals. Data lives on. And this has to be changed.
My hearts go out to all those who have lost loved ones to SCP-3XXX. We are doing everything we can.
— Sophia Albright, Director, FASAD, Board of Ethics
Item #: SCP-3XXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-3XXX's numerous vectors of effect, a specialized composite Mobile Task Force has been created for the express purpose of observing, tracking and deterring the anomaly in question. Members were chosen based on background training and testing proficiency. More information can be found below.
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LT. Monroe Samson | MTF Delta-5 ("Front Runners")
Dr. Maud Sauk | MTF Alpha-4 ("Pony Express")
Sommer A. Linden | MTF Gamma-5 ("Red Herrings")
Agent Gerard Paulus | MTF Kappa-10 ("Skynet")
Sr. Researcher James Harkness | MTF Rho-9 ("Technical Support")
Agent Randall Koestler | MTF Mu-4 ("Debuggers")
Sgt. Renata Alexander | MTF Pi-1 ("City Slickers")
Agent Cassidy Armello | MTF Upsilon-4 ("Sugar Pill")
Sgt. Trent Callahan | MTF Zeta-5 ("Fifth Army")
Members of MTF Lambda-4 are to be transported to relevant facilities of interest, depending on the nature of the event in question. Apprehension of SCP-3XXX-1 instances is to be done with utmost caution. Any individuals interacting with instances of SCP-3XXX-1 are to submit to daily psychological evaluations and be considered generally mentally healthy. All personnel interacting with instances of SCP-3XXX-1 are to be older than 25.
Public information regarding the phenomenon surrounding SCP-3XXX is to be manipulated and marginalized as much as possible.
Description: SCP-3XXX is the designation for a phenomenon affecting youths and young individuals aged 11-24. This anomaly has been reported in every continent around the world, however, the most reported cases are found in eastern Asia, specifically certain major populace centers in Russia, Ukraine, and Kazakhstan.
SCP-3XXX is defined as a region of antimemetically-cloaked timespace. The region will manifest an adult humanoid of varying age and appearance, referred to as SCP-3XXX-1. On a regimen of Class-W mnestics or stronger, SCP-3XXX-1 will appear as a large cloud of ambulatory black smoke or flames of roughly the same size. SCP-3XXX-1 shows at least partial to complete corporeality, able to manipulate simple objects yet expressing difficulty with fine motor skills.
When manifested, the instance will actively seek out a severely depressed or at-risk youth. When SCP-3XXX-1 finds a suitable candidate, it will contact them using a form of communication medium most commonly used by the individual. Out of the over ███ reported cases of SCP-3XXX-1 manifestations in Moscow, approximately 63% were contacted via VKontakte, the popular social media network. Most individuals were contacted in "death groups" or "suicide forums", small communities of depressed and/or self-harming persons. However, individuals have been contacted in person, through the post, and with written notes placed in the subject's vicinity.
SCP-3XXX-1 will present itself to the individual as a "Curator"28, and will attempt converse with the individual in order to gain information about them and those they interact with. They will attempt to emotionally manipulate subjects, often using gaslighting techniques and occasional threats, gradually enhancing subject's depressive tendencies and suicidal ideation.
SCP-3XXX-1 instances give off an unknown form of radiation that inhibits the parasympathetic nervous system of humans, rendering them more susceptible to suggestion, lasting for several days. MRIs conducted on affected individuals shows a marked reduction of electrical activity to the amygdala, inhibiting fight-or-flight response. Atypical electrical activity along the dorsal posterior insula has been detected on multiple occasions. Foundation neurologists theorize this may be resulting in a blurring or swapping of an individual's pain and reward centers.
After a certain amount of interactions, the instance of SCP-3XXX-1 will begin to contact the individual daily via messages and written notes. Each note bears a single request. Individuals who have been subjected to SCP-3XXX-1's radiation will be compelled to complete said task. The longer one has gone without physically interacting with SCP-3XXX-1, the better able they will be able to resist the compulsion.
Upon completion of their Curator's request29, subjects' brains are flooded with dopamine and they await the next command in a state of euphoria that is often interrupted by major depressive episodes.
All reported instances of SCP-3XXX-1 have never proceeded past the 50th request, which is always the command for the victim to commit suicide.
Once a victim has committed suicide in this manner, the particular SCP-3XXX-1 instance will manifest in the general area. They will approach the body and [DATA EXPUNGED], causing another instance of SCP-3XXX-1 to appear. This instance will dissipate rapidly into the air, following a set trajectory to ████████, █████████████, specifically the location of a known Fifthist sect. The reason for this is speculative at this point.
SCP-3XXX was discovered after investigation into a small group of suicides related to an online "challenge". Individuals were approached and goaded by an unknown individual to participate in a "suicide game" in order to escape the oppression of their daily lives. Most of the cases had been dismissed as non-anomalous due to the high suicide rates in Russia, citing that the creation of a "game" made self-destructive teens more at ease with ending their life.
Several weeks into Foundation investigation, inconsistencies with SCP-3XXX locations found within video surveillance footage led to the discovery of the anomaly's ability to manifest and demanifest at will. Due to the Site-65 Director's ties to the little-known Foundation Antimemetics Division, SCP-3XXX's true image was also determined shortly afterwards.
Several attempts at apprehension and termination of "Curators" have been made, although none have succeeded (See Interview Log-3XXX-21).
Below is a complete list of "challenges" presented to ████████ ██████, age 13, who took his own life on ██/██/████. Translated from Latvian and recovered from various places in ████████'s house and personal computer.
1. Wake up at 5:55 a.m. tomorrow morning. Close your blinds and remain indoors.
2. Carve with a small X on your hand, send a photo to the Curator.
3. Draw [DATA EXPUNGED] on a sheet of paper, send a photo to the Curator. Do not sleep tonight.
4. Cut your arm with a razor along one of your veins, but not too deep, only 3 cuts, send a photo to the Curator. If done correctly, you will hear the song.
5. If you are truly ready, carve "YES" on your leg. If not— cut yourself many times or the Curator will find you.30
6. Secret task with a cipher.31
7. Carve "5" on your hand, send a photo to curator.
8. Type "#[REDACTED]" in your VKontakte status. Attach a photo of your hand.
9. Overcome your fear.
10. Wake up at 5:55 a.m. and go to a roof (the higher the better).
11. Carve a star on your hand with a razor, send a photo to the Curator.
12. Watch provided video.32
13. Wake up at 5:55 a.m. and listen to music that they send you. Go outside before dawn and you should see a star vanish. Go back inside before the sun rises.
14. Cut your lip five times. If done correctly, no one will speak to you today.
15. Poke your hand with the provided needle 55 times, in the shape you dreamt last night. Connect the dots with a razor.
16. Do something new and painful.33
17. Go to the highest roof you can find, stand on the edge until it tells you to come down.
18. The Curator will check if you are trustworthy.
19. Wake up at 5:55 and count the number of fingers on your hand until you are told to stop.
20. Go to a bridge, stand on the edge. Think.
21. Have a talk with the Curator. Tell your friends what he says.
22. Stop writing in that notebook.34
23. Go to a roof and sit on the edge with your legs dangling. Cut your left hand and let the blood drip off the side.
25. Have a meeting with the Curator.
26. The Curator will tell you the date of your death and you must accept.
27. Wake up at 5:55 a.m. and go to rails (visit any railroad that you can find). Wait for a train and wait on the tracks. Let the train pass by at the last minute. Think.
28. Don't talk to anyone all day
29. Don't talk to anyone all day. Make your vow.
30. Find a small animal and remove its heart. Feel the blood on your hands and recite the phrase "ylon flr vn rhn hr". If done correctly, the animal will get up and walk away.
31. Place provided effigy in specified location. Sleep. You should dream of a starfish.
32. Do not leave your room. If you do, they will see you.
33. Carve a pentagon into your arm. Send a photo to the Curator.
34. Break your left pointer finger by the end of today.
35-49. Wake up at 5:55 a.m. Make one cut on your body per day. Find your building. Go to it for one hour.
50. Go to your building. Jump from the roof. Take your life.
Decided to start writing some stuff down. Since mom died, I've been a little mixed in the head.
Maybe writing about it will help. I don't know. I feel kind of lost.
Fucking fuck. Today is the day I realized my life is utter shit. I mean, I'm not surprised, but it hit me like a brick.
I'm worthless.
Can't keep my job down at █████████ for much longer. I can barely get out of bed. I'm depressed. I'm talking to a book and I'm depressed.
[illegible scribbling]
█████ told me to get a life. Joke's on him though.
I have one, and it sucks.
█████ is dead. Overdose. Figures.
Is that irony or coincidence? Or both?
I took a razor to my arm today. At least I feel something.
VK has been my only friend since █████ died. Today I found a group of people just like me. Depressed fucks who poke themselves until they bleed. At least there's a community.
At least I'm not alone, alone.
Sort of ranted on that VK page, my bad everyone.
Some dude messaged me though. Said he wanted to help. To help me find peace or some bullshit with a game. Fuck it, I like games. Honestly he could just as easily shoot me in the forehead and I'd be at peace just the same.
actually met up with that fellow ohn on vk and he seemed like a pretty chill dude
actually made me feel okay for once in a long while
he told me there would be challenges or some shit
starts tomorrow
bring it on! haha
Woke up feeling like I was drugged out of my head. I barely remember that last entry. Ah well.
Back to being depressed. At least I got my first "challenge" today. If you could call it that.
Tomorrow morning I get up early and stay inside ALL DAY. I gotta draw the blinds too, but at least I have the wonders of electricity.
Lost my job, finally. Too late too often too bad, I guess.
Stayed inside all day today. Nothing much happened. I got a postcard under my door with the next challenge and a phone number. I got to cut myself but not too bad. Doesn't really matter much anyway.
God damn, I'm lonely.
These tasks are getting weird already. I got a message on VK telling me to draw this [DATA EXPUNGED]. I can't draw for shit though so I hope he likes it.
Not much else going on in my life. Job hunting. Tired. Sleep for now.
Okay, what the fuck.
More cuts, no issue there. The pain is beginning to grow on me anyway, a bit. It stings, but at least it has a reason to it, a rhyme. A greater purpose?
Once it was done I heard something in the wind. Something beautiful.
The bottom half of the page is torn off.
I'm not feeling so sure about this next one.
What am I ready for?
Will I die tomorrow?
Why do I care either way? I'm just a formless, useless nothing.
I decided to cut myself, a lot. It hurt, but less and less each time.
After all the cuts, I realized, I was ready.
My leg now reads "YES".
I received a coded message today. I have to find the cipher, which he said was located at
The rest of the page is torn off.
An easy day. Cuts are good now. Easy peasy.
Not much else to report. Left the house today. Watched television.
What a life.
All I had to do was type a status today. What a rip! What about the pain? The sounds?
I think I'll make a few more lines just for the fun of it.
Wouldn't hurt, right?
"Overcome your fear"
It took me a little while to figure out what he meant. I know, though.
I was suicidal for a long time but simply too afraid to do anything.
I no longer fear death.
Thank you, Curator
Woke up early, as requested, and went to the nearby █████████ building. I had to do a bit of sneaking to get up there, but it was worth it.
Definitely worth it.
I brought the journal with me, I think I'll lay here a while and write down my thoughts.
The rest of the page is torn here.
More cuts! Honestly I've never had so much fun watching myself bleed.
It feels weird to like this so much. Is something wrong with me?
The fuck kind of question is that?
Well that was something.
The rest of the page is blank.
Challenge 13! So far so good, haha.
Woke up early again, forgot to set the alarm clock but it was 5:55 am anyway. Saw the star disappear. How does that happen?
Where does the music come from?
I'm not crazy, I don't think.
Well, I'm not crazy, but this game is the crazy one.
Everything they tell me happens.
Sliced my lip nice and deep for them, they liked it too.
I went for a walk for the first time in days and I could not get anyone to talk to me.
Fuckin' weird, man
Obviously, I'm no stranger to razor blades, but needles? Even they still weird me out.
Still, I did dream of a starfish. I think I can replicate it well enough.
Flecks of blood appear on the remainder of the page.
Page is blank. According to hospital staff, subject was hospitalized for consumption of bleach.
I'm not doing too hot. But I'm alive, aren't I? ha ha ha
I have to go to a tall roof again, I think I'll go back to the same, it's the tallest in the area anyway.
I wonder when I will be able to come down. I've been puking all day.
They told me to come down at midnight. I spent hours over there. Honestly, this game is getting tiresome. I like completing tasks and games and stuff, but reading back on this stuff, I've been getting some weird vibes. I think I might cut my losses and go back to stagnation and boredom.
oh shit
oh shit oh shit OH SHIT.
I had a meeting with the Curator today. I pretty much forgot. He showed up at my house when I was only five minutes late. Thing is, we were supposed to meet downtown, a good twenty minute's walk. How the FUCK.
He must be watching me.
He pushed his way inside and demanded an answer to my absence. All I could do was cry. It was a fucking accident! He threatened to kill my father if I wasn't trustworthy. I told him I was.
There was nothing else I could do!
I woke up again without my alarm clock. My head has been swimming since I met with the Curator. All I have to do today is count the fingers on my hand until they tell me to stop. Easy enough, right? Maybe the rest will all be this easy.
One… two… three… four… five…
One.. two… three… four… five…
One… two… three… four… five…
One.. two… three… four… five…
One… two… three… four… five…
Thirteen hours of counting. I nearly gave up, but then I remembered my father.
Today I go to a bridge and think or some shit.
Thinking helped clear my mind. Saw that starfish, something amazing. I can't remember most of it. But it beckoned me to jump off the bridge. I wanted to die and join whatever it was, but they told me I'm not ready.
I am ready. I have another talk with the Curator today, we'll see what he has to say next.
I can't. I'm sorry.
You brought me much comfort.
Silent with an ear to lend.
But the latter half of this game requires I go alone.
I guess this is goodbye.
On ██/██/████, an instance of SCP-3XXX-1 was lured into Foundation custody by apprehending the affected youth. This is the only occurrence to date in which SCP-3XXX-1 was willing to converse with personnel. Instance claimed to be the originator of the "game" itself. Its arrest was manipulated in the media followed by Foundation incarceration.
INTERVIEWER: Dr. J. Harkness
INTERVIEWEE: SCP-3XXX-1 (Identifies as Phillip Budeikin, age 22)
Dr. Harkness: Okay. Let's get this over with. I'm surprised you actually showed up here, you seemed a bit smarter than that.
SCP-3XXX-1: I only came here to clear up some facts with you sacks of garbage. You're doing the world a disservice, under the guise of protection. I know where we belong, I know where we are safe.
Dr. Harkness: You mean dead?
SCP-3XXX-1: Imbecile. There is a world beyond death. Many worlds beyond. I guide those to the right one. The few folks whose lives mean nothing more than a waste of space, still they are welcome in my world.
Dr. Harkness: 'Death is the road to awe'
SCP-3XXX-1: Indeed it is. Life is no more sacred than the flora that once graced where this facility now stands. Nothing lasts in this world. Nothing matters.
Dr. Harkness: You're a whole lot of fun, you know that?
SCP-3XXX-1: Give me my child.
Dr. Harkness: Jeez. So you really did push all those teenagers to their death?
SCP-3XXX-1: Yes. Do not worry, you will understand everything. Everyone will understand. They were dying happy. I gave them what they did not have in real life: warmth, understanding, communication.
Dr. Harkness: So how many of them were there, really? Hundreds? Thousands?
SCP-3XXX-1: Of course not. Investigation of the "News" is just squalor. Seventeen were mine. There were also those with whom I simply communicated, whom I knew and who later committed suicide, but those were without my influence.
Dr. Harkness: Come on, you claimed you started this! From the very beginning to now. All those deaths are on you.
Dr. Harkness: How did you do it?
SCP-3XXX-1: Ah, it was simple. There are people, individual people, lonely people. But there is also biomass of others. These people do not represent any value to society and will only bring harm to themselves and others. I cleaned our society from such people. It began in 2013. Then I created [DATA EXPUNGED], the group. Just created it on a whim, to see what will happen. It was stuffed with shock content, and it began to attract people. In 2014, it was banned. For a long time I laughed when I saw everyone trying to understand what [DATA EXPUNGED] was and what it means. It's simple. [DATA EXPUNGED] and the Fifth World. I thought about the idea for five years. You can say I was preparing. I thought through the concept of the project, specific levels and stages. It was necessary to separate the normal from the biomass.
Dr. Harkness: So this… biomass, as you call them, how did you learn to influence them?
SCP-3XXX-1: Honestly, doctor, many of them just needed someone to tell them to go for it. You can see the smoke in their eyes. Yearning to be free from pain. I delivered them from that pain. I gave them purpose. And I will never stop. The game will persist even beyond me. This conversation, however, is over.
Note: SCP-3XXX-1 instance proceeded to demanifest and has not been located since. The child pursued by the instance continued to receive notes from SCP-3XXX-1, in the form of carvings on the walls of their containment cell and found notes. Instance was not detected on CCTV. Subject committed suicide █ days later by hanging.
Item #: SCP-VAPE-J
Object Class: Fucking Stupid Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: New instances of SCP-VAPE-J and SCP-VAPE-J-1 are to be confiscated and secured in a standard garbage can containment locker sealed with Level 4 clearance. Due to possible conflict of interest and potential for memetic influence, testing with instances is restricted to personnel who have not previously interacted with nor witnessed the usage of SCP-VAPE-J. At this point, interception of large-scale distribution of SCP-VAPE-J-1 is considered a top priority.
Description: It's just a vape guys, it's not anomalous. This is getting ridiculous. SCP-VAPE-J the designation for a number of electronic devices, the bulk of which is a rectangular battery pack containing standard Lithium-Ion batteries. On the top side is a clear glass cylinder that covers the primary mechanism of SCP-VAPE-J, which converts viscous liquid (primarily SCP-VAPE-J-1) into vapor. SCP-VAPE-J-1 is an amber, syrupy liquid comprised of various non-anomalous substances including nicotine and artificial flavors. It is usually encountered in a glass bottle with an eye dropper style lid.
While the physical objects themselves do not appear anomalous, the device generates a powerful memetic effect when operated, with differing effects for those who use SCP-VAPE-J, and those who witness it being used.
Upon viewing the usage of SCP-VAPE-J, subjects immediately develop a strong distaste for the individual using it, frequently making general observations rude remarks about said individual, despite any previous relations they may have had. Persons using SCP-VAPE-J often become obsessed with making "sick clouds" and doing that stupid fucking tornado thing. The full effects on the user of SCP-VAPE-J are unknown, due to the fact that memetic influence causes extreme bias against the user. One of the known effects includes a refusal to believe that the device creates a memetic effect, resulting in frequent attempts to convince researchers of this are you kidding me right now.
In addition, if a witness is successfully convinced to use SCP-VAPE-J on their own volition, the previous memetic effects and cognitive bias will cease and reverse, causing them to deny the existence of any anomalous properties whatsoever and trying to further persuade others to use the device.
Incident Log VAPE-J-38:
On ██/██/████, Agent Motke Longstaff was seen using an instance of SCP-VAPE-J during his unpaid lunch hour. Upon witnessing the device being used, Dr. Rosenberg declared it anomalous, alerting response teams who successfully contained the device shortly thereafter. Agent Longstaff was taken in for medical examination for memetic influence and subsequent interrogation. The transcript can be found below:
Interview Log VAPE-J-01:
Interviewed: Agent Motke Longstaff, Level 3 Personnel
Interviewer: Dr. J. Rosenberg
<Begin Log>
Longstaff: Wait, seriously? We're doing an interrogation about this? You realize this is insane, right?
Dr. Rosenberg: Interview, Motke. I'm just trying to collect some information.
Longstaff: What kind of information? I just picked it up to try to quit smoking, it's actually been helping cut down on the cravi-
Dr. Rosenberg: Actually, the information I was looking for is the approximate time and date on which you became a giant douche?
Longstaff: Excuse me?
Dr. Rosenberg: You see, I was just trying to enjoy my short break, between all these tests and containment procedures, but suddenly here you come with your car battery, sounding like a tiny jet engine, blowing these massive fucking clouds all over the place!
Longstaff: C'mon Jef-
Dr. Rosenberg: Doctor Rosenberg.
Longstaff: Right, sorry, listen doc, you knew I was looking into quitting, and I know you were considering it too. Well this could help-
Dr. Rosenberg: If I wanted to shove a robotic dick in my mouth, I'd pay 1370 a visit. That little bastard is less insufferable than you are, with your shitty little personal smokescreen everywhere you go.
Longstaff: …Right, well… Okay then.
As Dr. Rosenberg prepared to continue his verbal assault, Jr. Researcher Davies quickly realized that he was under the memetic influence of SCP-VAPE-J and proceeded to intercept and conclude the interview. Both parties were sent for memetic and psychiatric evaluations. Dr. Rosenberg seems to possess a lasting distaste for Agent Longstaff, and possible Class-C Amnestic application is being considered.
Incident Log Vape-J-39:
Two days after Agent Longstaff's instance of SCP-VAPE-J was confiscated, personnel reported that he had acquired another device and had intent on using it. An hour later, Longstaff disappeared from the employee lounge and was not recovered.
A single slip of paper was found next to his instance of SCP-VAPE-J.
he's definitely not cool yet.
Addendum VAPE-J-019:
Due to multiple reports of SCP-VAPE-J instances being used by staff across several sites, Overwatch has upgraded the memetic threat level to periwinkle.
Any individuals seen discussing "coils" or using the term "bruh" are to be apprehended, questioned and tested for memetic contamination.
Upgrade to Keter classification pending site director approval.
You can't possibly think these things are anomalous. Don't be so judgemental. I don't even use the stuff and I know how dumb you sound. Denied. - Site Director Antonne
Requesting medical evaluations for Site Director H. Antonne due to possible memetic exposure to SCP-VAPE-J - Dr. Graham
Request approved. He is to report to the medical bay as soon as possible. - O5-2
You're joking. You're kidding me right now. Look, just throw some D-Class together and see how they interact with the thing. I'm telling you, it's not memetic. - Site Director Antonne
Please be advised that Director Antonne is now attempting to coerce unsuspecting individuals to use the device. - Dr. Graham
What? I'm not- that was taken out of context! - Site Director Antonne
Antonne, you are to report to the nearest medical bay for Amnestic application immediately. - O5-2
Fuuuuuuuuuuuck me. - Site Director Antonne
That's above even my pay grade. You certainly couldn't afford it. - O5-2
Gahdayum! - O5-1
SCP-XXXX is the designation for a one-dimensional tangent that runs at an oblique angle throughout the observable (and presumably entire) universe. SCP-XXXX exists on an angle that briefly intercepts trans-Neptunian space, on the close side of the Kupier belt.
SCP-XXXX-A is an identical, intangible replica of the universe, perceivable only when intersecting SCP-XXXX.
- TheBillith - Tales from a Scorched Planet
- TheBillith - On the Nature of Light and Dark
- TheBillith - The Folds
Although it was one of his weirder days, Hux was having the time of his life.
"And you tell me they breathe oxygen now? Oxygen?"
"Correct. All terrestrial life forms on Earth require oxygen to sustain life."
"I'll be damned. Trey- hey! Trey, you hear that?"
Approaching once more from the back, Trey was not as enthusiastic about the situation. Everyone on the Stack had just woke up on the floor. No one could account for the last six hours. Hux, on the other hand, seemed to be making the best of the situation.
"What? What is it now?"
"Buddy says people on their Earth breathe oxygen! Can you believe that?"
"No, Hux, I can't believe that. Now would you come and help me with this? My head is killing me and I need to get a drink."
"Sure, sure. Everyone passes out for six hours and apparently gets, what, 'possessed'? Everyone gets possessed and the first thing you want to do is get straight back to work. Why not get the drink first?"
Trey emitted an exasperated sigh and grumbled something-or-other, turning away from him and sauntering off to retrieve a jug of coolant from a storage cabinet.
"Okay, okay, fine. You gonna be alright on your own for a while Buddy? I'd give you the grand tour but you seem pretty capable yourself."
"I am perfectly able to navigate this space on my own. Thank you for your time."
"No problem. You're not so bad, you know that? Come back anytime."
"I will return to speak with you later."
"It's a date, then. You'll find the Hub through that way over there. Those who have a little free time hang out in that space. Don't get yourself into any trouble."
"Advice noted. Thank you."
Buddy turned his metal chassis towards the back and stepped away from the two leathery humanoids.
The cool halls of the stack rumbled with commotion from deep inside. The complex was daunting, but the noise provided Buddy with a direction to follow. Passing more connecting pathways, our drone proceeded into the core, a lone sign marked in an unknown language denoting several locations.
Continuing towards the source of the noise, Buddy was greeted by another archway that led into a dark room of magnificent size. Small structures were constructed in an overlapping fashion- store fronts or something similar, emblazoned by neon blues and reds. Thousands of beings meandered through the space, loitering and eating strange delicacies that were obtained from creatures unknown. Buddy paused for a minute, his camera panning across the view, taking it all in. Almost in wonder and amazement, if the little robot could feel such a thing. Here, the culture and livelihood of the creatures in the Stack were pronounced, a heritage of such diversity it would stun the average inhabitant of Axiom-8, the planet known as modern Earth.
Buddy sidestepped foot traffic and proceeded into the Hub, many creatures failing to see the small autonomous machine. A few did, and pointed with slender digits, curiosity welling in the few who had thought they had seen everything. The tech was obviously different than that of this place, but it was not unheard of to find a robot or two in these parts. Still, Buddy's presence began to cause a stir, and, one-by-one, the inhabitants of the Stack turned their attention to the newcomer.
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