SCP-3315

Photograph of SCP-3315-1, recovered from exploration log SCP-3315-1-B

Item #: SCP-3315

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3315 should be kept inside a copper-shielded thermal insulation locker and stored within the Site-76 Low-Risk Inanimate Objects Warehouses when not in use. All personnel interested in research with the object must first obtain approval from project head prior to experimentation. Additionally, personnel requests for testing purposes requires administrative approval and several rounds of D-Class screening prior to admission.

All testing is to be recorded and observed from within Site-76's experimentation chambers. This chamber should be retrofitted with a Faraday mesh and shielded with T-3 thermal insulation pods that must be inspected daily by members of research staff.

Description: SCP-3315 is the designation for a 25 cm black aluminum ice pick with "p e r s e v e r a n c e" engraved onto its handle. The object itself is comprised of non-anomalous material, with a handle composed of the carbon fiber reinforced thermoplastic featuring an aluminum carabiner ring on the blunt end.

SCP-3315 is abnormally cold, registering in at about 193K (approximately -79.4 °C) and requiring use of protective equipment when handling the device. On the ring of the handle is a single handwritten note, laminated and attached via plastic zip-tie. The note reads as follows:

O wanderer, struck forth on heaven's eye What mysteries of yonder frozen ridges hide? Steal your fate with the pick on high When you climb to reach perseverance's side

When an individual firmly grasps SCP-3315 and lifts it completely, they will disappear from all visual and global positioning systems. The subject will then be translocated to an alternate locality defined as SCP-3315-1. During this period, audio broadcasting reception can still be detected with decent clarity within two kilometers of the point from which SCP-3315 had vanished.

Once the subject appears within SCP-3315-1, they will be unrecoverable until they expire, whereupon they reemerge alive and unscathed within SCP-3315's original location. During the event, subjects are unable to die of hunger, thirst, or asphyxiation, nor will they be able to lose SCP-3315, intentionally or otherwise. All other forms of termination seem to work without issue.

SCP-3315-1 appears to be a single mountain range of unknown size, subject to a dense fog that obscures the surrounding area. Topological expeditions of SCP-3315 have yielded inconclusive data, suggesting that SCP-3315-1 is not located on Earth and is randomly generated with each instance of its manifestation. Despite this, certain items and features have been shown to reappear in different manifestations of SCP-3315-1. Research into how SCP-3315 constructs its reality is still under analysis.

Addendum-3315-A: Discovery and Recovery Log

SCP-3315 was brought to Foundation attention on 05/11/02 after the hospitalization of trailer park supervisor Francis ████████, who had claimed to have suffered several delusional/psychotic episodes in which he had found himself with lost time and in an unknown location. ████████ states that he had been cleaning out the unit of a tenant who was presumed dead in a housefire three days prior, when he was transported to SCP-3315-1 and perished rapidly due to hypothermia. After reappearing, he had attempted to return to work several times before finally admitting himself to a nearby hospital. A Foundation agent stationed as a nurse reported the claims and an official investigation was deployed.

████████'s tenant records were seized and determined that the lot in question had belonged to a █████ ██████, it is unknown if this is a real name or not, as no other records of such individual were registered within █████████████ County nor any of the surrounding counties. ████████ was unable to provide any further details about the individual, stating that they were invalid and that they had rarely interacted with the person question. It should be noted that no remains were discovered among the wreckage of the trailer.

Foundation efforts to properly identify SCP-3315 took place over the next day, during which its anomalous properties came to light. Anomalous Items Recovery Unit 33B ("Scavengers") was assigned to the location. Records of their debriefing can be found below.

⏶ Access AIRU-33B Debrief Transcript ⏷ Close AIRU-33B/SCP-3315 Debrief Log 001 Note: Following is a transcript of AIRU-33B member Agent Mackenzie Driscoll's debrief post-recovery of SCP-3315 to Site-76 Director Mahmoodah Agarwal. <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> Director Agarwal: Alright, Agent Driscoll, if you would. Agent Driscoll: Okay- [clears throat] Agent Mackenzie Driscoll, Anomalous Items Recovery Division thirty-three-bee, May fifteenth, two-thousand and- Director Agarwal: Just- please describe your experience when you were recovering the object. For the record. Agent Driscoll: Ah, sorry. We don't really get anything this interesting, usually. Anyway, we were deployed to [REDACTED], some trailer park out there in the pine barrens, and Jacobs- Agent Jacobs- was on the job with me at the time. So, we drove out there and started poking around the burned-up unit. Jacobs was the first to notice something off about the place, I mean it was cold. Like, we stepped into what was left of the trailer and it just felt wrong. Not in a bad way, mind you, but it was weird. Director Agarwal: Care to go into more detail? Agent Driscoll: Well, I then noticed the smell. It was frigid in there, and it smelled like we were outside. Like, I could taste the snow and the mountains instead of smoke and burned plastic. It was refreshing, but we were not dressed for the cold, and everything in the trailer was damp and covered in soot. Jacobs saw the pick after a minute or so, in perfect condition, and he reached for it, barely lifted the thing off the ground before he just up and vanished. The next thirty minutes were a blur. I radioed in that Jacobs had gone missing and I remember that Site Command was in a bit of an argument about whether or not to dispatch a more, uh, trained group before I heard Jacobs yelling from inside the trailer. Director Agarwal: And what did you do then? Agent Driscoll: I went back inside, of course. Jacobs was young. Not his first roundup, mind you, but this was something different. He was shivering and sobbing, and I just held him until the rest of 'em showed up. He was going on about the cold and the endless snow, babbling like a baby but otherwise unharmed. I'm just glad he was wearing his gloves, because he probably would have lost a few fingers if he wasn't. Director Agarwal: Alright. What about the pick?



Agent Driscoll: It was just lying there next to him, inanimate. I knew not to touch the damned thing. A little while later more recovery agents showed up, Abernathy and Pierce, and I warned them not to touch it either. They got some tongs and put the pick in a plastic bag and we brought it onsite. Director Agarwal: Thank you, Agent Driscoll. That about covers it. Agent Driscoll: No problem, ma'am. <END TRANSCRIPT>

Addendum-3315-B: Exploration Logs for SCP-3315-1.

⏶ Access Exploration Log 3315-1-A ⏷ Close Exploration Log 3315-1-A Time: 11:23 GMT, 09/06/02 Subject: D-85748 Supervisors: Agents Langstaff and Wyatt, switching shifts every 12 hours. Notes: Subject was equipped with a two-way earpiece and an Osprey-52 Variant extreme environment pack. <Begin Log> Subject is instructed to activate earpiece and approach SCP-3315. Agent Langstaff: Alright, can you read me? D-85748: Yeah. Loud and clear. Agent Langstaff: Great, please proceed to pick up the object in front of you. D-85748: Right. Subject bends over and grabs SCP-3315, and disappears from testing area. D-85748: Holy hell. Agent Langstaff: Please describe your surroundings. D-85748: I- I don't like this, I'm not a fan of heights. Agent Langstaff: Please try and be more descriptive of your surroundings. D-85748: Okay, well, I'm on a mountain in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, there's snow and ice and it is windy as- agh -Jesus take the wheel.- [loud rustling] Alright. Sorry about that. Agent Langstaff: Are you okay?



D-85748: Yeah- Yeah, I nearly ate it right there, but I'm good- [cough] It really is something beautiful out here, even if I'm absolutely terrified. Whew. Its gotta be well under freezing. This suit is a wonder alright-[muffled noises] okay, which way should I go? Agent Langstaff: Please check your attached compass. D-85748: [shuffling] uh, no good. The pin is spinning constantly around. Any ideas? Agent Langstaff: Do you see any identifying landmarks? D-85748: Nothing, but I see some higher peaks in the distance, maybe I should just follow that then? Have a good look around? Agent Langstaff: Good idea, please proceed. Sounds of wind and shuffling can be picked up for several minutes. D-85748: Alright, I think I see some trees in the distance. Nothing much else. Lots of fog. Subject proceeds in this manner for some time, until 14:40, where loud sounds of scraping and movement can be heard. D-85748: Wh- Oh fuck- [muffled] Ah- ah- I can't- [sounds of struggle and a sharp whine in the microphone can be heard] -Ow. Agh. Okay. Okay. Agent Langstaff: D-85748, are you alright? D-85748: Yeah, but I'm stuck. Some snow moved and- I'm caught underneath. Oh god. You have to send someone to help me. Agent Langstaff: I'm sorry, but that is not possible at this time. Can you dig yourself out? D-85748: Ah, let me try. Okay - [strains] More movement and stuggling is heard. D-85748: No, I can't get out, and I think I'm stuck for serious. Agent Langstaff: Okay, don't panic. We are going to talk you through this. Agent Langstaff remains in contact with D-85748 for the remainder of his shift, instructing him on how to conserve his body heat while aiding him in melting snow for drinking. Soon after, Agent Wyatt takes over. Agent Wyatt: Hey, D-85748. This is Agent Wyatt. So, I don't know if this is good news for you, but you aren't going to die like this, especially not by thirst. D-85748: [exhales] -Well that isn't helping me right now. I still feel it, the pain. And I'm so goddamn hungry. It's so cold. Agent Wyatt: Don't worry, we will get through this. D-85748: [chuckles] Yeah, I will persevere. Agent Wyatt: Hey- [coughs] yeah, that's it. Have you still got your pick? D-85748: Huh? Oh- yeah look at that. Its half-buried next to me. Agent Wyatt: See if you can get yourself out, okay? D-85748: Urgh, let me try. Sounds of movement are heard, followed by a large groaning sound, likely more snow displacing. D-85748: Oh, crap- Noises of movement grow louder until D-85748 is no longer decipherable. D-85748: [Muffled screaming] Contact with D-85748 is lost several minutes later. After four hours, Subject reappears in testing area with SCP-3315. Audio recording equipment determined to have failed due to moisture short-circuiting the microphone. D-85748 is inspected and found to be physically healthy and is prepped for further testing the following day.

⏶ Access Exploration Log 3315-1-B ⏷ Close Exploration Log 3315-1-A Time: 21:15 GMT, 09/08/02 Subject: D-85748 Supervisors: Agents Langstaff and Wyatt, switching shifts every 12 hours. Notes: Subject was equipped with a two-way earpiece and an Osprey-52 Variant extreme environment pack, as well as a small digital camera. <Begin Log> Subject is again instructed to retrieve SCP-3315, which is accomplished with some effort. D-85748: Alright, so here I am again. Somewhere else, and- oh, I can see the same ridge. Looks like I'm on the opposite side of where I was before. A bit. Agent Langstaff: Please continue your ascent up the mountain. D-85748: Here we go. Subject is heard climbing for the next sixteen hours. D-85748: [Huffs] I just made it up the top of one of the bigger ones. Oh, wow, this is just picturesque, let me take a pic. After a moment, subject proceeds to traverse the next highest ridge. Subject pauses after the fifth hour. D-85748: I'm at the next cliff, but this looks pretty sheer. There's a crag here that goes down pretty far -[pause]- I can't see the bottom. Uh, lets try going up. Audio feedback registers movement as D-85748 scales the side. Several minutes pass before a loud cracking sound is heard. D-85748: Hm? Oh. Oh, no- Microphone registers miscellaneous scraping sounds and background noise. Agent Wyatt: You alright over there? D-85748: [Panting] -I'm holding onto a ledge. I think it's going to give out -[grunts]- oh- Another large cracking sound is recorded, followed by some panicked vocalizations from D-85748. Loud scraping and several thuds and groans are picked up over the next several seconds as D-85748 presumably falls off the side of the cliff. D-85748: Agh, I- I think I broke my fucking leg- w-what? What the fuck? What the fuck is this? Agent Wyatt: What is happening? D-85748: [sobbing] Agent Wyatt: D-85748, please report your status. D-85748: I- I fell into the crag- It- Its- full of bodies. They're so p-pale. They-They're broken into p-pieces, like porcelain- [sobs] D-85748: Fucking hell, this is- this- Agent Wyatt: D-85748? Contact with subject is maintained for the next few hours before expiration, presumably due to shock. D-85748 reappears in testing area unharmed and is cleared for further testing the following day.