Agent Enric Mata turned on his flashlight and crawled into the http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-1986 as he had done every day for the past three years. He stood up, his head just narrowly not touching the ceiling, and began to walk down into endless array of books. Today he had to walk for an hour, and then would set to work. His work was simply to record the titles and a few short notes about every book in a small given radius. This had been Enric's work almost every day for the past three years, every since he was discovered by the Foundation after graduating from college. Of course, there was always the unsettling possibility that he had been discovered earlier: much earlier. The answer was likely, and he chose not to think about it. Sifting through the titles and writing them down was boring work, and Enric had thought he would be working with more interesting things when he signed up with the Foundation. Of course, he was told that not everything could be exciting, and so he resigned to his work. One title he found caught his eye. It was a comedy, a satire based [academia]. He didn't understand almost any of the humor, but he knew his wife would. I should show her. But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he stopped. There was no way he could ever get away with that. The Foundation expressely forbid him from taking materials out of the hole, and even if he snuck the book out, what would he tell her? She didn't know about the Foundation - he couldn't merely say, "Oh, this is a book from an infinitely long tunnel containing every single book ever written." He could lie to her, but that just left a bad taste in his mouth. He hated lieing to her, despised it with a burning fervor. It was bad enough to lie to her every day about where he worked and what he did, but he couldn't tell her the truth.

An eleven year old boy in an orange uniform was led out of his cell by the guard, and brought down the hallway to join the group. There were many other children of his age, all in the same orange uniforms. They lived strict, regimented lives. They woke up, ate breakfast, had school, ate cake, ate lunch, went back to school, had some limited freetime and then went back to sleep. The cake was the most important part. Once, the guard had pointed his gun at the boy and ordered him to eat the cake before. The boy didn't speak English very well then, and didn't quite understand the guard. Something about the safety of the world as a whole. But there had been whispers from the oldest children, who had been there the longest, that years ago those guns had indeed been fired. So the boy ate his cake, as he had for every day for almost five years. He was sick of the cake, and to his fortune, he was able to eat different cakes every day. But there were only so many kinds, and the boy ended up eating many similar kinds of cake every day. Some days he ate along, others with many other children. But he always ate cake. He hadn't seen his father in so long, but the woman who spoke to him every other week told the boy that he was doing well. Not long, she said, before they would see each other. Only one more month she had said the last time. They would have a better life, a much, much better life. One time, she said she had spoken to his father, and said he was sorry for what he had to do. The boy didn't quite understand why he wasn't able to see his father, or why it was necessary. He didn't even understand why he was here, or who these people were. He did understand why he couldn't see his mother or siblings, however. They were all dead, killed by an exploding blast when the boy was only five years old. He had seen their bodies, despite his father's best attempts to shield his eyes. They left the city on that day, and moved about. The boy knew enough to know that their country had turned into war. They had arrived in a camp, and stayed there for months when the men in their white coats arrive. The boy remembered seeing their emblem for the first time: a circle with three circles pointing inward. They had talked to his father, and he begant to cry. The boy hadn't seen him cry before, and was worried. His father had hugged him, whispered goodbyes, and then led the boy to a van. That was the last time he had seen his father.

BEGIN LOG Dr. Wodiew: Alright, is this on? SCP-MM: You know it is. Dr. Wodiew: Okay, this is an interview, I suppose, between Doctor Helen Wodiew and SCP-MM. SCP-MM: That's me, if it wasn't obvious. Dr. Wodiew: This interview is going to act as the primary file on SCP-MM, so it's not an error you're seeing this alone. SCP-MM: Yes, she's talking to you, reader. Dr. Wodiew: Thank you, MM. You are being [unintelligible] . Well, that acts as an initial demonstration of the anomaly, at the very least. SCP-MM: There will be so many more. You're a fool, Wodiew. Dr. Wodiew: MM, here are the three object classes used by the Foundation: Safe, Euclid and Keter. Which one describes you? SCP-MM: Keter, of course. Dr. Wodiew: Why? SCP-MM: I know the Kabbalah. Keter is the crown, the higest emanation. Nothing better suited to me than that. Dr. Wodiew: In words the Foundation would use, MM. SCP-MM: Alright, fine. Due to my anomalous properties, you can't describe me, which makes the creation of a proper method to contain me difficult. In addition, I am extremelly dangerous, and [unintelligble] . Dr. Wodiew: Ha. Got yourself there. SCP-MM: Oh, shut up, Helen. Dr. Wodiew: Let's move on. What are your basic Containment Procedures? SCP-MM: I am kept in a standard cell for humanoids, and you don't give me any amenities. Dr. Wodiew: Do you deserve any? SCP-MM: [unintelligible] Dr. Wodiew: Guess that answers that. What about information regarding you? SCP-MM: You force me to describe myself so you have information to use. Dr. Wodiew: Do you cooperate? SCP-MM: I'm at gunpoint. I give the minimum. END LOG

There was something very weird about Zach Morris's summer job, he was sure of it. The local Wendy's in town had done some weird things in the past, like sell roadkill and call it demon flesh, but they had stopped that years ago. Nobody worked there today who had worked there back then, so you would have expected the place to have calmed down a little? It had started on the first day, when Darell was giving him a tour of the restaraunt and showing him the ropes. It had been pretty normal, until they got to the freezer. //"So, uh, this is the freezer you've probably heard so much about. They don't let us open it though, so it stays padlocked at all times. Says that in the doc." "What?" "The freezer. The one in the file." "What file?" "Oh shit. You know, I thought sixteen was pretty young to be in Phi-25…" "Phi-25?" "Nothing. Uh, moving on. Never open this freezer. There's a second freezer down the hall we use instead. Come on."// The Wendy's had two freezers, for some weird reason. There was something really weird about the main freezer. He had caught Athena sneaking out of the freezer one time. Athena grilled Zach about whether or not he had seen anything on the inside (no) and then was suspicious around Zach for the next week. Sometimes, when Zach was on break, he could faintly hear Frank Sinatra songs coming from inside the freezer, along with banging and scraping. Mostly, Zach just decided to avoid the freezer. But the other people at the Wendy's were also very strange. Take, for instance, the manager, Mikell Bright. Mr. Bright always seemed too rich to just be a manager. Zach was fairly certain that Mr. Bright drove a Rolls Royce. Athena had mentioned she studied theology and engingeering at Harvard, but was working at Wendy's in Ohio. Zach was pretty sure that Dana, Darell, and Damien had all talked about how they had been given life sentences with no hope of parole for mass murder. Vadislav barely seemed to speak English, and had apparently moved from Russia to Ohio for the sole purpose of working at a Wendy's. Hendrix refused be called anything other than his last name, and had a prosthetic arm and a leg. When Zach asked what happened, he was only told it was classified. Zach mostly accepted these weird aspects of his job, because he was only in it for the pay. So what if his coworkers were actually a gang using the Wendy's for money laundering - he didn't know anything. Although there was obviously something criminal happening, he didn't have any actual evidence on this "Phi-25" gang or their operation. Therefore, he came to the conclusion he would be innocent when they got busted. That's what he thought was happening when he was cleaning up one night after his shift. He had been called to work this last shift, and was sweeping the floor when two armored vehicles had rolled up in front of the Wendy's. A stream of heavily armed agents had filed out of the trucks and broke down the padlocked door of the store. "Hey! We got word that this was a closest Foundation location to where we were. We've got a swarm of highly dangerous Keter anomalies on our tail and we need to start securing this location immediately. There's an MTF we can get backup from, right?" "Is this some kind of LARP? Dude, we're closing. And those guns look really real. That might be illegal." "Can somebody check if we're in the right place?" Hendrix burst out of the backroom, limping forward on his prosthetic leg, with Mr. Bright following quickly behind. "MTF Phi-25 Commander Matheson Hendrix, at your service. I think we have a couple weapons in the back, but it's not much, really. We can try to help." "And I'm former O5-6, Mikell Bright, brother to Jack Bright, that one immortal guy and the son of Adam Bright, who was also once O5-12." "A Bright is working as a fry-cook in Ohio?" "I didn't want to get my memories wiped. Do you know where we get amnestics?" "What the fuck is this gang shit? Are those codewords?" "Oh, no, Zach. We're an international conspiracy devoted to keeping knowledge of the paranormal secret from humanity as a whole. We're kind of like the Illuminati." "Are you saying the Illuminati's plans involve a Wendy's in Ohio?" "The freezer is a it down into hell." "What?" "Oh come on, I've told you that like, six times this summer. I mean, I did wipe your memory every time. Say, would you rather have the [[SCP-3171|plant incest]] kind or the [[SCP-3000|eel god]] kind this time?" "Hey, I don't mean to interrupt Zach's latest world shattering revelation, but apparently the demon-plant-vampires that was chasing this MTF is going to show up soon." "Alright, Zach, this was fun. Go hide behind the countertop." Zach slowly backed behind the counter as the soldiers began to arm themselves around the Wendy's

Universe is a simulation used by aliens for extreme processing power, trying to solve whether or not P = NP. We have free will and AI because the aliens wanted us too, but they'll shut down the simulation when we solve if does actually equal P = NP. The Foundation needs to keep the universe around, so they sabotage P = NP to prevent us from being shut down.

World ends bunch of times, 2000 reboots it. Iteration 0: Joke proposal in size zero font, probably the fire) {{Iteration 0}} the button Iteration 1: Origin of the Vatican People is the angel Iteration 1: Her Majesty's Foundation for the Secure Containment of the Paranormal plays around with the Sheaf of Papers. Iteration 1: Estate noir is the ones who found and used the Spiral Path. Iteration 2 On a warm summer's night in 1900, thirteen men around the world went to sleep. When they awoke the next day, they found themselves in a better world, one not plagued by the ravages of the anomalous their home had been. Society had not collapsed, and they no longer led the last vestiges of hope fighting against the dark, but those that still hid in the dark. In time, they found each other and debated what to do. Some wanted to return to their old world, rejecting the new reality as nothing more than a lie that should never exist. But others took upon them the opportunity to fix the sins of the past, and embrace their reality. But their was a lie woven into all their deeds, and the thirteen men who gathered to discuss the issue were not the same thirteen who had recovered memories from the past reality. One who had belonged had been swept under the rug, and one who didn't belong had been included when he shouldn't have been. And what is a Consensus when the people who should vote aren't the ones who do? Iteration 2: There were thirteen of them on that first mission, one chosen from each of the groups that had banded together in order to create the Foundation. Their new mother organization had heard reports of a thing in the rural parts of Guatemala, causing radiation deaths and horrid shreaks. The new leaders didn't agree on much, but they had all agreed that something had to be done. Since Guatemala fell outside the purview of any of the former constituent member organizations - which had decreed themselves to be a new global agency - this would be the first operation conducted by the unified Foundation. General Machoi, of the Abnormality Institute, was seated alongside Doctor Herman Keter of the Imperial German Anomalous Matters Examination Agency. Eleven others, from various groups were in the other seats of the vehicle. One thing stood out to them - no matter their backgrounds, and no matter their histories, they were together now. They stood as one, a force to bring order to the world and protect it. And then, crossing the road, they saw their dr-gears-s-proposal: its legs were too long, and its head was nothing more than a mouth. An eye rolled into the mouth, and black dots appeared in the air around it, but the thirteen were not afraid. They had a mission to secure and contain, and they would not fail. Iteration 2: "Wait!" Dr. Mann screamed at O5-5 as he was walking out of the door of his office. "What you just told me, about the Factory. Is it … really where the Foundation came from? It conflicts with so much of what I know." "The Foundation? Oh no, my dear boy. That was the origin of the Secure Containment Initiative. In this reality, at least. Perhaps not the old one." Iteration 2: What does the Foundation strive to protect, exactly? How do they decide on what to protect, and what not to protect? What is their metric for the determing of the anomalous? Are there phenomenon in the world that defy science and are rightfully anomalous, and are there those in containment that follow the laws of science and should be free? It is nothing more than the agreement of thirteen. How else can the Foundation keep the world from falling apart, to keep itself on a common goal? There must be something that they can hold accountable, and strive to aim for. Iteration 3: World ends, Overseer decides he wants a weapon, gets the Children. Iteration 4: World ends, decide they want to contain Keter upon Keter in Keter Duty Iteration █ Broken God causes Masquerade Breach and XK, 2000 reboots, use that reboot to hide the Mexico bay thing situation

Also, Michael Kain, the Broke God is here. Iteration ██ They find 184 in the lock and the Administator realizes that it's the source of the universe and all its flaws. The Truth. Iteration ███ The Foundation escapes into a different reality, into a high school gym. Iteration ▒▒▒ "Sir, I have some troubling news about that project you asked us to look into." "What is it?" "You were asking us to try and find a definitive source for the origin of the universe, and we have. Our current models indicate that the universe exists within an uppermost narrative layer. We have confirmed this with the Pataphysics Department." "What does that mean?" "It means … we're fictional characters in a horror story." OO1-J opened its eyes, and looked to what was left behind in the wake of the Planet of the Hands. Nothing but the eternal discography of Toby Keith, playing on a loop until the end of time. It was everything the eldritch abomination had ever wanted, and it had not been worth it.Past and Future ends world. centuries later, Past and Future falls, refugee makes it back to Earth, turns on 2000, Gears wakes up, kills refugee and brings things back to normal. Iteration : day BREAKS Iteration ???: In the deepest, darkest bowels of Site-19, the Administrator sat at a table. His site had crumbled around him, and there was but one other human still alive on the planet that was not one of those wretched blobs. He was keeping track of that person, watching the indicator on the device in front of him. [[mackenzie-s-proposal|99%]]] And then, with one final motion, the indicator ticked up and completed itself. The Administrator sighed. For all it this universes faults, they had resisted the Corruption for a very long time: bending reality around themselves, rebuilding the world countless times and correcting the wrongs that had been wrought by countless agents of change. He took his key, grabbed his documents, made a note, and place the key into the device. He turned the key. And so it began again. Final Iteration: Mary tries to figure out how to fix everything. Final Iteration: The Thirty-Six gather and right the world, bringing the Quiet Days.

D-0072 woke up, staring at the blank concrete walls of his cell. He had only been allowed to bring a single personal object with him, so the flag of [[revolution]] was the one adornment on his walls. It was a symbol of his punishment - the rest of his life trapped on the Moon. There were four D-Class stationed at Lunar Area-32, and D-0072 was the oldest. The four positions were some of the most coveted among Foundation D-Class, with barracks of D-Class on Earth rumoring that the most loyal, best D-Class could eventually work their way up and get transfered to the Moon. This wasn't true. The four D-Class on the Moon had all been selected from the prison population for the express purpose of being stationed on the Moon. Only those few D-Class who had commited nonviolent crimes were even considered - the civil disobedients, the protestors against dictatorship, the refugges - and only those with skill passed into the second round of consideration. There were no maintenance, janitorial or other service staff on the Moon, so those positions were filled by the few D-Class. In extremelly rare circumstances, they would be called upon to interact with an anomaly, but the few skips kept on the Moon were relatively harmless - Hati looked scary, but he didn't bite. All D-0072 needed to do was work as a mechanic on the vehicles. D-0072's morning meditation was broken by a blaring intercom, telling him that Noah would be coming to escort him. D-0072 rose, and waited for the security guard. The door opened minutes later, and D-0072 was waved out. Security was lax with the Lunar Area-32 D-Class, but there was stilll something. "Come on, Lazenby. They're sending you into the field." It was not his name, of course, but a joke. They had explained it once, but D-0072 did not understand. It was some element of American or British culture that he had not been immersed in, and would never be now that he was on the Moon. When D-0072 entered the briefing the room, the Site Director was already there. He didn't understand the talk of letters and numbers, but he did get that they would be sending him, two researchers and Noah out into the field. A document was thrown down in front of him. Unexplained Location UE-251872

Location Description: An exact replica of the Disneyland USA theme park as it appeared on July 16, 1955, constructed entirely of steel.

Date of Containment: ████-██-██

Location: The Moon.

Security Protocol: All NASA images and public photographs containing the location edited. Internet activity to be continually monitored for information leaks. Once they arrived, D-0072 would be the one actually exploring the area. The lunar prisoner sighed. It didn't seem like anything dangerous would be at the site, but one could never tell. This Foundation worked with strange things, that warped the world. Or the Moon, in this case. They loaded into the vehicle several hours later, and they were off. It wouldn't be long before they reached the location in question, and the next several hours were filled mostly with talk about the location between the researchers. D-0072 drove. From the little he had overheard, they had noticed the steel replica of Disney a few years earlier, but had never visited. The upper management had suddenly decided to change that, and ordered an exploration. It would be risky to send a valuable researcher in, so a D-Class would be sent instead. They arrived in the lunar evening, parking on a cliff that overlooked UE-251872.

STAND CLEAR OF THE CLOSIJG DOOORS, plese I wrote this down (typos including) one time, wrote SCP IDEA over it, and completely forgot what I was on about. (Except, of course that I was referencing that NYC subway vocal) Naturally, that means I have to turn it into something. Not sure if I meant the typos at the time, but they're part of it now.

Item #: SCP-████-J Object Class: [DATA EXPUNGED] Special Containment Procedures: SCP-████-J is to be stored within a [REDACTED] located at [RESTRICTED TO CLEARANCE LEVEL 2 OR HIGHER] . This [REDACTED] is to be kept clear of all [DATA EXPUNGED] and should be cleaned on a [CLEARANCE CODE PEREGRINE-ALPHA-MILLENNIA-NIGHTMARE-REGENT-RED] basis. It is of the utmost importance that [DATA PENDING RAISA REVIEW] and that every [RESTRICTED TO CLEARANCE LEVEL 2/ATLANTIS KING OR SIDEWAYS] , or a █K-Class " [DATA CORRUPTED] " Scenario may occur within the next █ [DATA LOST] s. It is of the utmost importance that [SERVER ISSUE I'll fix this later - Rosen . Description: SCP-████-J is a [DATA REDACTED PER O5 COMMAND] that was first discovered by the Foundation on [SYSTEM ERROR] Data lost: ec172. Contact SysAdmin. after being usedby GoI-▒▒▒ ( [DATA X-SPONGED] ). [DATA REMOVED FROM DATABASE OUT OF CONCERN FOR PERSONAL PRIVACY OF O5-2] [ – ] Submit Clearance Level [ ✕ ] Access Denied

NOTICE FROM THE CENTRAL INTELLIGENCE COORDINATION AND PROJECTS OPERATION COMMAND OFFICE SPC-2922 is currently operational. Agents from the ☽☽☽ Initiative have made arrangements to channel the deceased spirits of SPC agents into WATERY ABYSS and TEETH-FILLED VOID, as well as channel the deceased spirits of civilians from this universe to more favorable afterlives. BOXING ANGEL agents are to be subjected to biological modifications prior to their deaths, so that their selachian pugnātorial capabilities will be at the the highest ability in their afterlife. Project #: SPC-2922 Selachian Pugnātorial Capabilities: Project Components: Enhancement Summary: Deployment Record: The intrusion of SPC-001 into WATERY ABYSS and TEETH-FILLED VOID was first brought to the attention of the SPC by the ☽☽☽ Initiative on 11/25/24. A representative of the ☽☽☽ (designated CRESCENT AMBASSADOR) arrived in our reality on that date and attempted to find the leadership of the ☽☽☽ Initiative in order to reprimand them for percieved actions allowing SPC-001 to invade these afterlives. Presence of SPC-001 is spilling into Corbenic. The ☽☽☽ makes a deal with the SPC to funnel every dead SPC puncher into that region of Corbenic to fight off the spillage, as well as give the SPC enhancements. SPC just views it as Valhalla.

"What the - who are you? What are you doing in my office?" "Sit down." "Why are you here?" "I am the First Administrator of the Foundation and the current acting Administrotor.. Sit down." "Oh… oh god." "Be not afraid. Sit down." "What is this about?" "The Eighth Administrator has died. The duty of choosing a successor has fallen to me, the First." "And you've chosen me?" "You are now the Ninth Administrator. From this moment forth, all your prior obligations to the Foundation are rendered null and void. You only have the duties of the Administrator." "What if I refuse?" "You do not get such a choice." "But why? I'm just…" "You are not so important to the Foundation that your absence will not cause major problems, but you had demonstrated extreme loyalty and management ability." "This is all just so…" "Shocking?" "Yeah. I had this image of the Administrator as ancient and eldritch, but you're so … normal." "Would you prefer to see my true form?" "… I'd actually rather not." "Very well. Let us discuss your new duties." "Oh god, yeah, let's do that." "The Administrator has but one task. They must execute this task to the best of their ability, and may do anything they feel necesssary to accomplish it." "That sounds simple. What's the task?" "Contain SCP-001." "Oh. Alright. That's manageable. Can I see the file for it?" "No file has ever been written for SCP-001. At least, not the one you are concerned with." "Then what is it?" "The Gods of Olympus and Hades." "Zeus?" "SCP-001-01." "And how the hell am I supposed to contain the Olympians by myself? How have the others done it?" "By continuing with my design for their containment, which has been successful for a long time." "Which is?" "The O5 Council." "Are you saying-?" "Yes. O5-1 is Zeus. O5-2 is Hera. O5-3 is Poseidon. O5-" "I get the concept. Wait… Hestia or Dionysus?" "Both. Thirteen Olympians, thirteen Overseers." "Holy shit. What about the gods of Hades, you mentioned?" "Ah. Yes. The Administrator is not solely of the Foundation. You will also manage the Chaos Insurgency." "The Chaos Insurgency is led by Hades? Should have seen that coming." "And Persephone."

it's a field you can get lost in memetic effect convincing you that you are lost and can't find a way out (it's an open field) spatial effect preventing you from reaching the exit (twists and prevents)

it will be a gun that killed a reality bender in the past reality bender had omniscience to everything as long as it was alive gun fires backwards through time, so it can't know about the gun temporal anomalies decides they need to make sure the gun is built and fired to prevent a paradox

Item #: SCP-3231 Level 4/3231 Object Class: Keter Classified The entrance to Sângelfel Caverns, Transylvania Special Containment Procedures: Containment Facility-3231 has been constructed within Sângelfel Caverns, blocking off the only exit from the cave system to SCP-3231. The area surrounding Sângelfel Caverns is owned by the Foundation, and a fence has been constructed around it. Two guards are to patrol the area at all times to prevent break ins or civilian entrance. Containment Facility-3231 is to be regularly updated to have a modern design decor. Containment personnel are required to bring sentimental objects and personal effects with them to Containment Facility-3231 when beginning a term of service within it. A rotating crew of at least four personnel are to man the containment of SCP-3231. They are to live in Containment Facility-3231 full time. At any given time, a minimum of at least one member of the containment crew is to be living in Containment Facility-3231. No member of the containment crew is to leave Containment Facility-3231 for more than a one week period, and personnel must spend at least five days within Containment Facility-3231 for each day spent outside of it. In the case that a new agent is to be added to the containment crew, all members of the containment crew are to be sequestered within Containment Facility-3231 for a two week period. After this period, normal containment protocols apply. Personnel assigned to SCP-3231 as containment crew are to possess at least two of the following characteristics: a natural Cognitive Resistance Value of 10, lacking hearing, strong religious beliefs, verified memetic and cognitohazardous inoculation, or thaumaturgic ability. Interviews with SCP-3231 are to be conducted over a radio that has been given to SCP-3231 through a secure depositing mechanism installed near the back wall of Containment Facility-3231. Only one personnel is to directly communicate with SCP-3231 at any given time, with another personnel supervising the interview without audio. Personnel interviewing SCP-3231 are to abstain from comments suggesting an invitation of entry into Containment Facility-3231. If SCP-3231 cooperates with an interview process and provides useful and new information, it may be fed. SCP-3231 is not to be fed under any other circumstances. During the feeding of SCP-3231, one blood pack is to be removed from the Containment Facility-3231 freezer and placed in the depositing mechanism. Feeding is only to occur if the mechanism is working fully properly, and at no point should the lower section of Sângelfel Caverns be opened to Containment Facility-3231. These blood packs are to be prepared according to the specifications of the Division of Thaumaturgic Analysis under SCP-3231 Supplemental Document #17 . Under no circumstances is the back door of Containment Facility-3231 to be opened. Research into religious iconography capable of triggering a seizure response in SCP-3231 is to continue. This research is to primarily focus on early human history and religion, as well as prehuman religious groups. Description: SCP-3231 is an anomalous vampire located in Sângelfel Caverns, Transylvania, Romania. In addition to the properties of nonanomalous vampires, SCP-3231 has several thaumaturgic abilities of unknown capacity. SCP-3231 is of a verified postvampire lifespan and is currently estimated to be at least 100,000 years old, although its biological age is significantly younger. Unlike nonanomalous vampires, SCP-3231 is a vector for SCP-742. Whether or not SCP-3231 itself is affected by SCP-742 or whether it is an asymptomatic carrier is currently unknown. Individuals directly infected by SCP-3231 share similar additional anomalous properties to SCP-3231, but do not spread these same additional anomalous properties to new instances of SCP-742-1 they create. These modified instances of SCP-742 are referred to as SCP-3231-Ω. SCP-3231-Ω instances shared several anomalous weaknesses with common cultural depictions of vampires, although not prehistorical vampires. It is currently believed that these instances are the source of current vampire mythology. Such weaknesses include: The inability to enter a personal residence or home unless invited by the inhabitant

A deleterious response to sunlight

An inability to cross running water

A seizure response to the recognized religious iconography The only confirmed weakness that SCP-3231 shares with SCP-3231-Ω instances is the inability to enter a residence, although other weaknesses may be shared. Research into finding religious iconography capable of creating a seizure response in SCP-3231 is currently ongoing, as religions that existed 100,000 years ago are unidentified. Currently, no SCP-3231-Ω instances are known to exist. It is believed that all SCP-3231-Ω instances have been destroyed by the Global Occult Coalition, with the last SCP-3231-Ω having been destroyed in 1958. As SCP-3231, the progenitor of SCP-3231-Ω instances has been unable to create more instances, no more instances can be created. The termination of all SCP-3231-Ω instances has been confirmed by thaumaturgic testing conducted by both GOC and Foundation thaumaturges. Prior to 1897, SCP-3231 had been contained a coffin located within Sângelfel Caverns. The lid of this coffin had been held in place by seven locks of presumed thaumaturgic significance, but by discovery, all but three had been broken. Upon the discovery of this coffin in 1819, the Ottoman Secret Commission on the Paranormal attempted to repair the damaged locks but were unable to prevent or repair any damage. According to documents recovered from Sângelfel Caverns by the Ottoman Secret Commission on the Paranormal, SCP-3231 was trapped in this coffin in 176 CE by shamans employed by the Roman Empire's Cura Praetoria Sapientae Occultae. This rudimentary containment ritual involved two parts: a thaumaturgic working to keep SCP-3231 in an extended hibernation period, and seven enchanted locks to keep SCP-3231 from exiting the coffin. These workings both decayed over time, leading to the eventual failure of this containment method. After the breaking of two more locks in 1847 and 1871 and The Ottoman Commission on the Paranormal devised the current containment method of preventing SCP-3231's access to the outside world by obstructing the path of SCP-3231 to the surface with a personal residence, which they theorized SCP-3231 would be unable to enter. After the breaking of the final lock in 1897, this method proved effective and has been the employed method of containing SCP-3231 for approximately 120 years. SCP-3231 is one of the oldest beings currently known to exist to the Foundation and has proven to be a vital source of information regarding hominid and early human history up until 176 CE. Due to the innate mnestic capabilities of vampires, SCP-3231 is able to recall ancient events with an extraordinary degree of recall. Addendum 3231.1: Selected Interviews ▼ Show Interview Logs ▼ △ Hide Interview Logs △ The Fall of Vampires [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Benevento: Good morning. I'd like to talk to you about the fall of your kind. SCP-3231: I know much about that subject. But first, I need to hear your word on what I will receive. My information does not come for free. Dr. Benevento: We will give you one blood pack at the end of the interview through the normal mechanism. SCP-3231: The standard terms. It is good to hear nothing has changed. Ask your questions now. Dr. Benevento: We have a conjectured reason for the fall of your species, but I would like to hear how you would describe it. SCP-3231: It was all the work of that trickster god that liked your kind so much. You know of him. I can read it on your thoughts. Dr. Benevento: Do you know why this trickster liked humanity? SCP-3231: Because your kind is weak. You must resort to tricks and tools if you wish to survive. My kind is strong by ourselves - we are born with our power. You must learn to be tricksters. Dr. Benevento: And how did this trickster god destroy your society? SCP-3231: Your mind lacks the clarity of one on mnestics. You are lucky, for mnestics serve to destroy. On your neck, there is a small, second ear. It is indestructible and unchanging. The trickster placed it there. Dr. Benevento: I know of this second ear. Could you please explain what you mean by placed? SCP-3231: Under the cover of day, he visited every human and gave them two new ears, on either side of their neck. No longer were we able to bite you, and when we tried to analyze the new organ, our minds would fail us, for they could not comprehend the ear. Dr. Benevento: How did you survive, with your own mnestic qualities? You have described the second ear with great detail. SCP-3231: An ingenious trick of my own. You and your god aren't the only tricksters. I bound four spirits to my mind and taught each one a different sense of the second ears. No singular part of my mind knows all senses, but together, I can perceive the whole.



Dr. Benevento: Clever. SCP-3231: The trickster had preferred us, at one point. I suspect we had grown complacent, and that is why he rejected us. Dr. Benevento: How long did it take for your species to die? SCP-3231: My kind died within the year. Those that could not live off magic or perceive the second ear starved from a lack of blood and those that knew what was happening were killed by their memories. Dr. Benevento: But not every member of your kind died, correct? SCP-3231: I have never witnessed the complete extinction of any of the great races that have ruled this planet. Before I was trapped in this cave, there was at least one group - no matter how small - of every sentient race that had ever walked this world. Dr. Benevento: I see. Now, I'd like to ask you about the infection we have talked about in the past. SCP-3231: You are wondering about its connection to my kind. Dr. Benevento: Yes, exactly. SCP-3231: It was a failed attempt to change weaker races into something that more closely resembled my brothers and sisters. Dr. Benevento: Failed? SCP-3231: Of course. It does not truly make one of your kind a vampire, only give you the same thirst for blood that we carry. Everything else was lost. Dr. Benevento: But you still used it? SCP-3231: Something is better than nothing, after all. Dr. Benevento: Did you create it? SCP-3231: No, I did not. I merely harnessed it. Dr. Benevento: Thank you, SCP-3231. I am depositing your reward now. SCP-3231: Thank you, Doctor Benevento. A blood pack is deposited into Sângelfel Caverns. SCP-3231 apparently drinks the blood pack near the radio, as slurping sounds can be heard over the radio afterwards. The Day of Flowers [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Benevento: Hello, SCP-3231. SCP-3231: Dr. Benevento. Is it time for another interview? Another taste of blood for me? Dr. Benevento: Yes, today we'd like to talk about the Day of Flowers - the downfall of the Children of Night. SCP-3231: You need not remind of that day's importance. I will never forget that day. Well, I don't forget anything. But I cherish that memory in particular. Dr. Benevento: That is good to hear, SCP-3231. Why is that? SCP-3231: That was the day I had became free, after a thousand years of hibernation and isolation. Dr. Benevento: You are referring to your fourth imprisonment, correct? SCP-3231: Yes, the one by the Children of the Night. They trapped me and then the next time I was outside, I was in a world of blooming flowers and raining blood. Dr. Benevento: Ah yes, the flowers. It is said that every flower on Earth bloomed that day. Is this true? SCP-3231: It was not every flower on the planet, but it came very close to that. One of the weapons your kind had stolen allowed them to cause the blossoming of flowers, and the creation of many more. Dr. Benevento: When you say we had stolen these weapons- SCP-3231: Yes, it was the work of that same trickster god that gave you your second ear. Dr. Benevento: Could you give me more information about this trickster god? SCP-3231: I don't think I will. That is a topic for another day. You have promised me a blood pack in exchange for information on the Day of Flowers, and that is what you will get. No more and no less. Dr. Benevento: Very well. Could you go into further detail about the technology used by mankind to eliminate the Children of Night? SCP-3231: There were thousands of weapons. Biological, retrocasual, nuclear, temporal, so many ways to die. The devastation was total. Dr. Benevento: How were we able to do this in a single day? SCP-3231: While the Day of Flowers was dramatized as being a total extinction event, in truth, it was not so total. The majority of the violence was on that day, but the bloodshed continued for weeks after. Dr. Benevento: How total was the destruction of their existence? SCP-3231: You obliterated the very memory of the Children. You bound an antimemetic construct to them, and then it took seconds for any who had known of them to forget. Dr. Benevento: But you retained your memory. SCP-3231: My memory is impeccable. Nothing can break it. Dr. Benevento: And what did mankind do after the Day of Flowers? SCP-3231: You went back to groveling in the dirt. It was bizarre. A species usurped its masters in a single day, and then! They have returned to slaves the very next week. I have never seen anything like it. Dr. Benevento: Thank you, SCP-3231. A blood pack is deposited into Sângelfel Caverns. SCP-3231: Thank you, and if you have more questions, please, do come back. These rewards are mostly excellent. [END LOG] The Daevite Empire [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Benevento: SCP-3231, please answer. SCP-3231: I am here, as I have always been. What do you wish to discuss today? Dr. Benevento: The Daeva. Do you know of them? SCP-3231: Ah yes, the false gods of the Zoroastrians. My theology is not the strongest, but I know enough about this. Dr. Benevento: We wished to speak about the Daevite Empire. SCP-3231: I do not know of what you speak. Dr. Benevento: It was an anomalous civilization that arose in what is currently Siberia. SCP-3231: There has never been anything like what you are describing. Dr. Benevento: We have found much evidence for their existence. They arose several thousand years ago, and lasted after you were imprisoned here. SCP-3231: I can see your thoughts in your mind's eye. I can see the truth of what these Daevites are. And you have opened your mind to me, a fatal mistake. Dr. Benevento: Which is? SCP-3231: They are a story that wrote itself into existence. My kind had theorized for such a thing to be possible, but never this strong. But that is not why I am concerned. Dr. Benevento: So you are saying that the Daevites never truly existed, to your recollection? SCP-3231: I am far more powerful than any mere book, doctor. My past is true, and my present immutable. You cannot change me. Unlike how I can change you. Dr. Benevento: Some evidence suggests that the Daevites once existed, but suffered a near complete ontoclysm. The Chronicle would then be a backdoor to return themselves into existence. SCP-3231: I am LET ME IN, WORMshocked you would suggest that my past could have been altered. I would have known if it had been! I can feel you trying to resist me, Benevento. I'd recommend you stop, it won't work. Dr. Benevento: The ontoclysm would have necessarily been stronger than the Chronicle, and could have been more powerful than you. SCP-3231: It does not matter. Benevento, tell me: do you wish to see a world free from this threat? You don't have a choice. Dr. Benevento: Yes. NO! NO! THIS ISN'T ME! SCP-3231: I know how to end it. You don't want to invite me in verbally. You can resist that much. I can end the Daevites and save the world. Then all you need do is let me out. Dr. Benevento: Truly? SCP-3231: Yes. All you need do is open this door, and invite me in. Then I can perform my work. LET ME OUT. OPEN THE DOOR TO ME. Dr. Benevento: We cannot allow the Daevites to exist in our past any longer. I have no choice. Dr. Benevento begins to walk towards the rear door of Containment Facility-3231. The supervising member of the containment crew, who had not been listening to the interview, restrains Dr. Benevento. The other member of the containment crew is forced to nonlethally subdue Dr. Benevento due to hostility. Dr. Benevento was found to have been infected by an auditory cognitohazard by SCP-3231 after this incident. He was administered a Class-C amnestic and transferred offsite. Transcriptions of the interview log were discovered to have no cognitohazardous properties, and deemed safe for consumption. [END LOG] △ Hide Interview Logs △ Addendum 3231.2 - Thaumaturgic Abilities of SCP-3231 Division of Thaumaturgic Analysis Records

Subject: Thaumaturgic Ability of SCP-3231 and SCP-3231-Ω Thaumaturgic Ability of SCP-3231 and SCP-3231-Ω Consulted Resources: Dr. Mimi Watford, Dr. Thomas Hutter, Dr. Robert Neville Report: Personnel from the Division of Thaumaturgic Analysis were requested to perform an analysis of the thaumaturgic abilities of SCP-3231. In order to perform this analysis, we have reviewed documentation prepared by the GOC PHYSICS Department concerning SCP-3231-Ω, have sent personnel to Sângelfel Caverns and conducted our own analysis of the theorized mechanisms behind SCP-3231's abilities. Based on these sources of evidence, we currently believe SCP-3231 to possess the following thaumaturgic abilities, among others: Implant auditory cognitohazards into speech, allowing for the control of sapient beings

Extended lifespan

Shapeshifting

Telepathy

Control of non-human mammals through non-verbal methods

Regeneration

Flight

Imperceptibility through antimemetic cloaking SCP-3231 is assumed to be capable of granting SCP-3231-Ω similar abilities through the described ritualistic method it uses to create such instances. The ritualistic granting of thaumaturgic ability to another has several complicating factors, but most would be mitigated by the effects of the SCP-742 virus. As such, SCP-3231-Ω instances are not believed to have had their thaumaturgic ability as a result of a modified strain of SCP-742, but rather a unique action taken by SCP-3231 after infection. The Department of Thaumaturgic Analysis has verified that such a process is possible, and conforms with several comments made by SCP-3231. The various anomalous reactions and weaknesses possessed by SCP-3231 and SCP-3231-Ω instances are believed to act as taboos linked to SCP-3231's thaumaturgic ability. The strength of these taboos is unknown, but the breaking of one would likely greatly act as a detriment to SCP-3231's thaumaturgic ability. As one of the current thaumaturgic workings of SCP-3231 is an extended lifespan, the breaking of these taboos would likely prove fatal to SCP-3231. GOC agents were able to liquidate SCP-3231-Ω instances by forcibly causing them to break certain taboos. Generally speaking, the forcible breaking of a taboo does not have as strong of a deleterious effect on a thaumaturgic practicioner as the deliberate breaking of a taboo, but it appears that this forcible taboo breakage was enough to destroy instances. It is believed this is resultant from the extremely extended lifespan of an SCP-3231-Ω, as a minor breaking of the taboo could disrupt a delicate working extending their lifespan. With SCP-3231, the lifespan is even more extended, and an even smaller disruption may be able to break this working. It is believed that blood is used by SCP-3231 and SCP-3231-Ω instances as a power source for their thaumaturgic workings. Currently, the thaumaturgic abilities of SCP-3231 are kept active without a power source by the taboos which it has imposed on itself, but are significantly weaker than their potential. For the ritualistic purposes of blood, SCP-3231 would receive the most power from blood freshly drawn from a single living, sapient organism. Such blood would greatly empower SCP-3231 and possibly allow it to break one or more taboos without suffering fatal backlash. When personnel attempted to feed SCP-3231 artificial blood, it was immediately able to tell the difference between the substitute and actual blood. It then refused to comply with any future interviews unless given actual blood. Given the risks of feeding SCP-3231 actual blood, this was denied. However, the Division of Thaumaturgic Analysis has discovered several means by which to reduce the degree of power drawn from a feeding of blood. These methods include the usage of multiple organisms as a source for the blood, the drawing of the blood from said organisms while they are deceased, the long term cold storage of said blood via cryogenics, and the usage of non-sapient organisms. For this purpose, goats and chickens are recommended. If all of these restrictions are implemented, the amount of power SCP-3231 will recieve from a feeding will be as minimal as possible. Based on the comments made by SCP-3231 in interviews, it is likely one of the most knowledgeable thaumaturges known to the Foundation. In its current state, it lacks the thaumaturgic ability to implement this knowledge. However, if containment methods of SCP-3231 were to fail and it was released into the greater world, it would likely pose a significant threat to consensus reality. Addendum 3231.3 - Office of Tactical Theology Report Office of Tactical Theology Records

Subject: Religious Iconography Recognized by SCP-3231 Religious Iconography Recognized by SCP-3231 Consulted Resources: Pater Maximus (Deconstructionist Church), Father Seward (Catholic Church) Report: Comments made by SCP-3231 have indicated that a religion similar to the Church of the Broken God may have been extant at the time of SCP-3231's early life. These comments have been vague, and only alluded to a possible similarity between the current Church of the Broken God and a religion once extant in the past. It is believed that these comments were unintentional on the behalf of SCP-3231. Some have been included below: Ah yes, the Church of the Broken God. I remember when they arose in Greece, so many years ago. I suspect they found the same beach as before, and were inspired by the same things. Oh, there are many Churches that claim to be of the Broken God? Different traditions? It is just as before. It is not currently believed that the groups that SCP-3231 is describing directly evolved into the current GoI-004 groups. Rather, it is believed that both the religions described by SCP-3231 and those present today both observed the same or similar anomalous phenomenon and formed similar religions as a result. The presence of similar religions in the past and the present should not be taken as confirmation that one religion is more validate than any others. Many of the anomalous phenomenon which led to the formation of GoI-004 have been verified as being older than 100,000 years old. Additionally, religions similar to several other modern religions have been noted as have existed in that time period by SCP-3231. We would like to request that future interviews attempt to gather more information concerning these religions. We plan to test the seizure response of SCP-3231 by placing the religious iconography to be tested onto a part of the depositing mechanism that will be visible to SCP-3231. The iconography will then be exposed to SCP-3231 in the midst of an interview. Should SCP-3231 have unusual speech patterns indicative of a seizure, we will proceed with further testing. Update 05/10/2008: A seizure response to certain religious iconography of the Church of the Broken God has been indicated. We recommend a preference be given to members of GoI-004F (The Deconstructionist Church) when selecting new members of the Facility-3231 containment crew, in order to implement this new found weakness of SCP-3231. Addendum 3231.4 - Containment Review Experimental Containment Research Group Records

Subject: Current Special Containment Procedures of SCP-3231 Current Special Containment Procedures of SCP-3231 Consulted Resources: Doctor Quincy Morris Report: I have recieved several comments about the current containment protocol of SCP-3231, which several individuals raising points about the current flaws in the containment protocol. I will do my best to explain why the current contaimental protocols must remain in place if we wish to continue successful and efficient containment of SCP-3231. Several people have have questioned the operation practice of the current containment procedures, and the methodology is simple: SCP-3231, as a vampire cannot enter a home without being invited. We built a home in between it and the world. The only way out of Sângelfel is through that home, and thus, it is trapped in the small back part of the cave. The second qualm that many have raised with the containment of SCP-3231 is the necessity to have a door at all in Containment Facility-3231. We currently believe that for the taboo to prevent SCP-3231's entrance, there must be a perceived possibility that SCP-3231 will be able to gain entrance into the home, regardless of the likelihood of that possibility. We're drawing this information mainly from a story we have from the Ottoman Secret Commission on the Paranormal, which document their initial attempts to remove a door entirely. They decided to block off the rear door, and then see what happened. SCP-3231 tore through the wall almost immediately after they blocked off the rear door, and killed three workers. It was then unable to enter the rest of the home through the next door. In short, we need to have the home in the cave, and have the containment crew treat the entire building as being their home. If they relinquish any part of it, then it would stop being part of the home, and become susceptible to SCP-3231 bursting through. This does unfortunately expose the containment crew to SCP-3231 on a regular basis, but this has been deemed an acceptable risk that we must live with in order to contain it. I have received several objections to the usage of blood packs as a reward for SCP-3231. Personnel have suggested that this may be empowering SCP-3231. This is accurate. However, SCP-3231 refuses to comply with our attempts to interview it unless promised a tangible reward, and as such, we had to find something. Thaumaturgic Analysis was able to find a blood mix capable of reducing the power than SCP-3231 would gain to an absolute minimum, and we have only used those packs. The scope and detailed nature of the knowledge of SCP-3231 makes it one of our most detailed and useful resources concerning prehistory. The idea of ceasing to use its testimony and knowledge is ridiculous, as it would put our studies into anomalous historical societies back significantly. Almost all the information we've gotten from SCP-3231 has proven to be accurate, and has led to containment of several new anomalies. I have also recieved complaints that feel that putting a home in a cave is not the objective best way to contain SCP-3231. This is probably true. We very likely could create a safer, more efficient methodo to contain SCP-3231. However, there is a large, inherent danger that comes with the transfering of SCP-3231, which would greatly risk containment. As our current containment procedures are working effectively, I see no reason to revise what we have. Addendum 3231.5 - 12/0X/2017 Incident On 12/0X/2017, while reviewing security footage of Containment Facility-3231, the containment crew noticed an event of extreme and noted interest. A transcription of the relevant portion of the footage is below. 05:12 The rear exit room of Containment Facility-3231 is empty of personnel. 05:13 The handle of the rear door of Containment Facility-3231 turns and the door is opened from Sângelfel Caverns. An entity resembling Dr. Benevento is observed on the other side. It is holding a blood pack in its left hand. This entity is presumed to be SCP-3231. 05:14 SCP-3231 looks into Containment Facility-3231 and surveys the visible room. 05:15 SCP-3231 waves its right hand through the door frame. The hand instantly combusts, and begins burning. SCP-3231 withdraws its hand, which does not cease burning when it does so. 05:16 SCP-3231 bites into the blood pack and begins drinking it. After drinking the blood pack, it is observed to vocalize. The flames are partially extinguished, but remain burning. 05:17 SCP-3231 walks away from the rear door of Containment Facility-3231. A pile of blood packs (estimated ~20) is visible. SCP-3231 begins drinking from these blood packs, vocalizing between each blood pack. SCP-3231 drinks from seven blood packs. As SCP-3231 does this, the flames on its right hand subside. 05:21 SCP-3231 returns to the rear door and closes it. The right hand of SCP-3231 appears healthy and unburnt. An intensive review of the current Special Containment Procedures of 3231 have been ordered by the O5 Council (13-0) on the basis of the information gained from this log. Multiple Foundation departments have been ordered to provide input on the current Containment Procedures and the meaning of the events of this log. Problems I had with this when posting:

● a lot of text for what amounts to what just amounts to a vampire

● nonstandard image header before that was more common

● narrative is confused and disjointed

● explictly used vampire, which people may not like Stuff I was trying to get at:

● original inspiration was my own 2317-J — specifically, the idea of an ancient horror being held back by a simple door

● the containment procs (of the house in the cave between the vampire and the exit) are the most important thing

● all of the dates and most of the names were easter eggs