A Song for the Road I will return to heaven.

Hand in hand with the dew

that vanishes at the touch of the light at first dawn, I will return to heaven.

together with the twilight and nothing more

when the clouds beckon whilst I play on the foothills, I will return to heaven.

On the day my sojourn on this beautiful world ends,

I will go and tell them it was beautiful… The wanderer shambled on. He didn’t mind the sun beating down mercilessly on his ruddy, wrinkled skin, nor did he mind the rough, slender leaves of the dog tails brushing up against his ankles. He took a slow swig from his gourd flask, cleared his throat, and started humming. He did not know where he heard that song, but each note came to him as naturally as bees were drawn to wildflowers. Besides, he knew he loved it. Somehow. He shook his head, and muttered some unintelligible things under his breath. For a traveler like him, he reasoned, the sun and the dog tails were the most reliable companions he could get. Even the incessant chirping of the cicadas would come to an end when the summer gave way to autumn, and he would be left bereft of his lullabies for his midday naps, save for the wind, whose cold chilly breath promised him of the avernal season to come. Not that he minded that either. After all, what is the cold but another excuse to curl up next to a campfire and toss some sweet potatoes on the embers? It was just him, and nature. For a man of his profession, things could not be better. His profession. The smile vanished from the face of the happiest man on the world. For a split second, memories came flooding back to him. Yes. Memories. Thoughts that he fought long and hard to bury up deep inside him, because they simply made no sense. He was a creature of logic, and remembering would have been madness. Better to consign these events to oblivion by pickling his brain in alcohol, than to have them blow up his head. That was the logical thing to do. “Hmm…~ Hmm…~ Snap out of it…” He quickly shook his head, and took another swig from his flask. The hard dirt road narrowed to an uncomfortable width as the rice paddies on either side slowly began to encroach more and more onto the space reserved for the path. And yet, the wanderer hobbled forth, somehow walking in a straight line. A farmer pinched his nose at the reek of moonshine wafting from the wanderer’s mouth, and muttered a few choice insults at him as he passed by. He didn’t mind that either. He was told that he should not feel unjust because others do not understand him. After all he probably does not understand others as well… Wait. Was he taught that, or was he the one to teach it? He was definitely the one to teach it. After all, was his name not Confucius? Yes, he remembers sitting on the gazebo, gazing out onto these very same rice fields, falling asleep to the chorus of the cicadas and the distant rumbling of the tractors… Tractors? In my time? Wasn’t Confucius Chinese? He was Korean, or at least, he thought he was… The wanderer stopped and shook his head vigorously. He adjusted his straw hat, and took another swig from his flask, bigger this time. What was he thinking about again? He didn’t remember. The smile returned to his face. Again, the wanderer hobbled forth, humming louder this time to drown out any stray thoughts. But no matter how long he hummed, he couldn’t purge a thought that nibbled away at him from the back of his mind. “Poet” Yes. He remembered that he was no wanderer, but a poet. Not just any poet, and not just a poet, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. And why should he try to remember? Remembering was madness. And so, the poet shambled on towards the setting sun, towards the hill with the craning pine tree he so loved to nap under. And all the way, he hummed the song that he so loved, but forgot the words to a few lifetimes ago.

Item #: SCP-XXXX Object Class: Safe Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX-2 through SCP-XXXX-36 is to be stored in a safe class locker in Site 19. SCP-XXXX-1 is to be stored in a modified safe-class storage locker that maintains the interior in a state of a vacuum. As the differences in the effects of SCP-XXXX-1 and the effects of SCP-XXXX-2 through 36 are similar with the only difference being the duration, further tests with SCP-XXXX-1 have been deemed frivolous and prohibited. Tests with SCP-XXXX-2 through 36 require case-by-case approval from three [3] separate level-3 researchers. Description: SCP-XXXX-1 through 36 refers to 36 reams of papers measuring 3 ft by 7200 ft similar to those used in large-scale industrial printing operations. As of 5/15/18, All instances of SCP-XXXX except SCP-XXXX-1 have become yellowed due to prolonged oxidation. SCP-XXXX's anomalous effects become apparent when a word or a phrase is written on a piece of SCP-XXXX. The said piece of SCP-XXXX becomes a physical manifestation of the concept that is described by the aforementioned word or a phrase. However, the effects of this phenomenon on reality can only be observed when the said piece of SCP-XXXX is used to act out an idiom or other similar phrases that are not meant to be taken literally in the language the said word/phrase was written in. Refer to Addendum 1 (Testing log SCP-XXXX) and Extended testing log of SCP-XXXX for details. Any effects on reality caused by SCP-XXXX seems to last for 30 hours with the exception of SCP-XXXX, which seems to have an effect that is indefinite in duration. Addendum 1: Test log of SCP-XXXX since discovery Tester: D-31227, D-12552 Idiom to be tested: "Jump Down Your Throat" Procedure: D-12552 cut out a 3 ft x 10 ft piece of SCP-XXXX-12, wrote the phrase "D-31227's throat" on it, and made a long tube out of the said piece by taping the two ends together. D-12552 then stood on a step ladder and jumped down into the said tube. Effects: For the next 30 hours, D-12552 could verbally communicate to D-31227 only via screaming/yelling/other loud vocalizations. D-12552 was treated for a sore throat resulting from damaged vocal chords after the effects of SCP-XXXX had worn off. Tester: D-31227 Idiom to be tested: "Pulling my leg" Procedure: D-31227 cut out a 10 cm x 10 cm piece of SCP-XXXX-14, wrote the phrase "my leg" on it, placed the said piece of SCP-XXXX-14 under a paperweight, and pulled out the said piece of paper out from under the paperweight. Effects: None Notes: Since the idiom "Pulling someone's leg" means to play a prank on someone, maybe this idiom requires two testers like the one prior to this. -Dr. Kim Tester: D-31227, D-89289 Idiom to be tested: "Pulling my leg" Procedure: D-31227 cut out a 10 cm x 10 cm piece of SCP-XXXX-14, wrote the phrase "my leg" on it, placed the said piece of SCP-XXXX-14 under a paperweight. D-89289 was instructed to pull out the said piece of paper out from under the paperweight. Effects: For the next 30 hours, D-89289 was seen compulsively engaging in prank attempts towards D-31227. D-89289 was restrained for the remainder of the duration of SCP-XXXX's effect when he attempted to Fill D-31227's shampoo bottle with mayonnaise. Tester: D-8129 Idiom to be tested: "Knock on Wood" Procedure: D-8129 was given a thorough psychological evaluation which revealed that she had a rash personality as well as a tendency to not think through her decisions. D-8129 cut out a 10 cm x 10 cm piece of SCP-XXXX-1, wrote the phrase "wood" on it, and knocked on it with her fist. Effects: D-8129's behavior changed dramatically after the test, giving ample time to think through most non-mundane decisions in her day-to-day life. However, the degree to which she engages in such behavior is extreme, such as refusing to touch light switches unless her hands are completely devoid of moisture (including that from perspiration). Tester: D-8129 Idiom to be tested: "Throw Caution to the Wind" Procedure: D-8129 cut out another 10 cm x 10 cm piece of SCP-XXXX-1 and wrote the phrase "caution" on it. Then, D-8129 was instructed to turn on a large fan, and throw the aforementioned piece of SCP-XXXX-1 into the wind. Effects: D-8129's behavior was again altered to match her original rash personality. However, after this test, D-8129 expresses extreme difficulty trying to exercise any kind of caution. D-8129 had her cafeteria privileges revoked after she spilled hot soup that was served for dinner when she slipped by accident, burning 6 other D-class personnel. Tester: Level 3 Researcher Jung Ha Kim Idiom to be tested: "Burn the midnight oil" Procedure: Dr. Kim cut out a 10 cm x 10 cm piece of SCP-XXXX-2, wrote the phrase "midnight oil" on it, and burnt it with a zippo lighter. Effects: For the next 30 hours, Dr. Kim was physically unable to fall asleep and showed an obsessive compulsion to finish a report that he had been working on prior. Tester: Level 3 Researcher Sandra Gutierrez Idiom to be tested: "Tener un humor de perros" (Literally means to have "a mood of dogs", actually means to be in a foul mood) Procedure: Dr. Gutierrez cut out a 20 cm x 10 cm piece of SCP-XXXX-28, wrote the phrase "un humor de perros" on it, and kept the said piece in her possession for 12 hours. Effects: After 12 hours, Dr. Gutierrez reported a strong feeling of irritability, anger, and annoyance despite not having a reason to feel such a way. Dr. Gutierrez voluntarily entered solitary confinement for the next 30 hours after she begun to lash out verbally towards her fellow researchers. Tester: Dr. Robert Wright, D-90221 Idiom to be tested: "Begone Thot" Foreword: This test was conducted to observe whether the effects of SCP-XXXX extend only to "traditional" idioms, or also to phrases that have recently entered the English Lexicon and have popular consensus among a sizable number of the population to have a certain meaning. D-90221 was sentenced to life without parole after she married 6 men and subsequently murdered them in an attempt to collect their life insurance money over a period of 25 years. Procedure: Dr. Wright cut out a 10 cm x 10 cm piece of SCP-XXXX-8, wrote the word "Thot" on it. He then yelled at it to "begone", before crumpling it up and tossing it in a trash can. Effects: D-90221 was physically incapable of walking into Dr. Wright's field of vision for 30 hours. When Dr. Wright came in sight of D-90221 by walking around a corner, D-90221 was pushed away at approximately 3 meters/second by an unseen force until she turned another corner and out of Dr. Wright's line of sight. Notes: It seems even though the phrase "Begone Thot" can be seen as a literal command as opposed to an idiom, I hypothesize that SCP-XXXX still exerted its anomalous properties because the word "Thot" itself was not considered a proper 'word' in a traditional sense, but the phrase "Begone Thot" still conveys a coherent meaning to a large enough number of the population. Further testing should be conducted on this phenomenon. See Extended Testing Log of SCP-XXXX for more details (guys, I want to make an extended test log for this SCP like with SCP-682 where anyone with a good idea can contribute, but I don't know how. Help D: )

rating: 0 + x SCP-%%%% in storage at Site-19 Item #: SCP-%%%% Object Class: Safe Special Containment Procedures: SCP-%%%% is to be kept in a standard safe-class anomalous item locker at Site-19. SCP-%%%% has displayed a predictable behavior set under extensive testing. As SCP-%%%% was instrumental in preserving the safety of numerous Foundation personnel, as of 11/14/2021, MTF Members and Foundation Personnel with level 2 or above clearance may apply to use SCP-%%%% . Description: SCP-%%%% is an anomalous dog whistle. SCP-%%%% does not produce any sound in any frequency spectrum, unlike its non-anomalous counterparts. SCP-%%%%'s anomalous effects may manifest when it is blown by a former owner (henceforth referred to as subject) of a deceased pet canid. Should the subject's life come under threat at any point in time after SCP-%%%% was used, a temporary, selectively hostile, volitional Class-VIII incorporeal entity in the form of the subject's deceased pet (referred to as SCP-%%%%-B) will appear to render aid to the subject. In 98% of subjects, this effect will occur only once. SCP-%%%%'s anomalous effects will manifest with greater probability if the subject meets one or more of these criteria: Subject acquired SCP-%%%%-B as a puppy when said subject was a child/adolescent

Subject adopted SCP-%%%%-B from a kill shelter

Subject grew up with SCP-%%%%-B

Subject has treated SCP-%%%%-B with respect and love during its lifetime

Subject has spent a lot of time engaging in play activities with SCP-%%%%-B

Subject was present at SCP-%%%%-B's death

Subject held, caressed, or otherwise maintained physical contact with SCP-%%%%-B as it expired

Subject interred SCP-%%%%-B's remains on the grounds of their place of residence

Subject remembers habits, quirks, or other strong memories regarding SCP-%%%%-B

Subject frequently talks about SCP-%%%%-B

Subject has pictures or other forms of visual media depicting SCP-%%%%-B on display The degree to which an SCP-%%%%-B instance can exert influence over the physical world is affected by the conditions listed above in blue. As a general rule, the more the subject in question partakes in activities listed in blue, the greater the effect a corresponding SCP-%%%%-B instance can exert. Analysis of high fidelity recording of sounds produced by all SCP-%%%%-B instances shows that according to the Foundation’s current understanding of auditory cognitohazards, all sounds produced by SCP-%%%%-B instances should be fatal to all human beings. Research on why this is not the case is currently ongoing. Manifestation Event 3: Close Log Name of Subject: Captain Jose Ortega, Leader of MTF Gamma-6 (Deep Feeders). Physical Description of SCP-%%%%-B: Female Labradoodle, deceased at age 12. Notable Qualities: Subject suffered from depression, alcoholism, and drug use after the death of his parents in a car accident when he was 15. Subject spent several months homeless before encountering SCP-%%%%-B on the streets. Subject frequently credited SCP-%%%%-B with helping him overcome his substance abuse and mental health issues. Background: On 2/4/2022, MTF Gamma-6 is sent to re-establish containment for SCP-████ The mission was a failure with an extreme casualty rate. Out of 22 MTF members, only 3 agents (including the subject) survived. Subject suffers from extreme PTSD and survivor’s guilt afterward. Foundation mandated mental health treatments see little success in improving subject’s condition. Event Description: On 8/2/2022, Subject attempts suicide using Foundation-issue .44 caliber revolver. According to testimony from the subject, as he placed the barrel of the firearm against his temple, cocked the hammer, and clenched his eyes shut, he felt a ‘warm and fluffy mass’ settling on his lap. Subject opened his eyes to see a barely visible shimmering apparition of SCP-%%%%-B sitting on his legs. SCP-%%%%-B remained with the subject for approximately 5 more minutes, during which time it nudged the gun away from the subject. SCP-%%%%-B instance licked the subject on the face a moment before dematerializing. Epilogue: Subject makes a call to Foundation mental healthcare services to report his suicide attempt and the aforementioned anomalous activity. Foundation therapists place subject under watch while providing him with additional care. Subject’s PTSD symptoms vastly improve over the next few months. A DNA swab of the saliva sample taken from the subject’s face reveals a 98.2% match with a dog of a Labradoodle breed. Manifestation Event 14: Close Log Name of Subject: Assistant Researcher Patricia O’Leary. Physical Description of SCP-%%%%-B: Male German Shepherd, deceased at age 15. Notable Qualities: Subject grew up in an impoverished neighborhood with a high rate of violent crime. Subject noted several incidents where SCP-%%%%-B protected her from assailants during its lifetime. SCP-%%%%-B was described as always being alert for anything that may harm its owner. Background: On 9/21/2022, a magnitude 8.8 earthquake occurs 12 miles away from Site 114. Structural damage sustained to Site 114 results in three instances of SCP-3199 breaching containment. Event Description: Dr. O’Leary is seen running towards the stairwell to escape the Keter Containment Wing. A shriek is heard as an instance of SCP-3199 emerges from an adjacent corridor, cutting off Dr. O’Leary from her escape route. As she turns around to double back, another SCP-3199 instance emerges around the corner, trapping Dr. O’Leary.

Suddenly, the first SCP-3199 instance is flung to the floor by an unseen force. 3199 instance shrieks and struggles to get back up without success. Aggressive growling and barking can be heard ringing throughout the site. Other SCP-3199 instance hesitates and runs in the opposite direction. Deep bite marks appear on the pinned SCP-3199 instance, severing vital tendons and major arteries. Dr. O’Leary escapes through the stairwell. SCP-3199 instance expires from injuries sustained from SCP-%%%%-B. Epilogue: Forensic investigation done on the SCP-3199 cadaver reveals the bite marks match the profile of an adult domestic dog. Manifestation Event 37: Close Log Name of Subject: Corporal Sangchul Kim, Field Medic Assigned to MTF Beta-7 (Maz Hatters). Physical Description of SCP-%%%%-B: Female Golden Retriever, deceased at age 18. Notable Qualities: Subject grew up as a first-generation immigrant in the rural United States. Due to routing issues, school buses dropped off subject half a mile away from his place of residence. On the application for SCP-%%%% use, subject noted that SCP-%%%%-B would always be present at the drop off location to greet and walk the subject back to his house. Background: MTF Beta-7 is sent to secure a modified strain of SCP-008 from Chaos Insurgency Agents. The said strain had been augmented anomalously, drastically decreasing the time needed between exposure and onset of symptoms from three hours to several minutes. As a last-ditch effort, Chaos Insurgency agents expose MTF Beta-7 members to the modified SCP-008 samples. Corporal Kim was tending to a wounded MTF member (Private Jerry Steele) whose air filter was compromised by shrapnel during the operation. Before Pvt. Steele could be infected, Corporal Kim quickly removed his mask and applied it to his patient. Event Description: The events of this incident were compiled through the body camera footage of Corporal Kim and Private Steele. Footage shows Corporal Kim sewing up and sealing a wound on Pvt. Steele’s torso. The radio crackles to life and Captain Myers informs the task force of an incoming gas attack. Corporal Kim hesitates for a second before ripping off his mask and applying it to Pvt. Steele’s face. Moments after, an orange haze enters the camera’s field of view, saturating the area with modified SCP-008 particles in a matter of few seconds. Upon contact with the modified SCP-008 particles, Corporal Kim’s face convulses. He is seen stumbling away from Pvt. Steele before falling and leaning against a pile of rubble. The subject is seen coughing violently while orally ejecting copious amounts of blood and chunks of liquefied lung tissue. Subject begins to groan in pain and writhe as he begins to bleed profusely from every single orifice. Over the next minute, severe tissue necrosis begins to affect the subject’s exposed skin. Subject looks at Pvt. Steele and weakly issues orders to put as much distance between both of them. Suddenly, subject looks directly in front of him and reaches out with his arm. Camera footage from both individuals captured no third entity. Expressions of pain vanish are replaced with a weak smile from the subject’s face. Subject starts to caress and rub SCP-%%%%-B instance. Subject’s breathing becomes less erratic, and convulsions begin to stop. Subject is heard whispering ‘there’s my good girl’. Biometric sensors report fatally low blood pressure and heart rate during this time. Subject is heard asking SCP-%%%%-B ‘come to take me home?’ before expiring. Epilogue: After the battle ended, Corporal Kim was found deceased in the area of operation next to an unconscious, but alive Pvt. Steele. An autopsy reveals that while Corporal Kim had not suffered any head trauma and bloodstream was saturated with modified SCP-008 particles, the prion’s anomalous reanimating effects did not take place. A lock of yellow fur was found on Corporal Kim’s vest.

Item #: SCP-XXXX Object Class: Euclid Secondary Object Class: Uncontained Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is currently uncontained. The Foundation Departments of Eschatology and Thaumaturgy are to collaborate with GOC Researchers in order to devise a feasible way to nullify SCP-XXXX's anomalous properties to attain containment. For now, standard amnesticization and cover story dissemination protocols are in effect in order to conceal knowledge of SCP-XXXX from the public. Description: Physically, SCP-XXXX is a middle-aged man of Scottish Ethnicity. In all recorded encounters, SCP-XXXX is wearing a kilt and a tam, as well as carrying a bagpipe (This instrument has been designated SCP-XXXX-A). The tartan utilized in the construction of SCP-XXXX's clothing do not correspond to any existing Scottish Clans. SCP-XXXX emanates minor, yet detectable fluctuations in the local thaumatic energy field. Using this phenomenon, Foundation and GOC agents are able to track SCP-XXXX's location. Until a satisfactory method of dealing with SCP-XXXX's various anomalous properties are devised, Foundation personnel are to observe and not engage with SCP-XXXX. SCP-XXXX displays anomalous levels of durability and strength compared to a baseline human being in the same demographic. While SCP-XXXX shows near immunity to conventional ammunition, weapons containing more than trace fragments of iron or an iron alloy have been shown to injure SCP-XXXX. Furthermore, any iron fragment that embeds itself inside SCP-XXXX's body will gradually poison it, greatly weakening its ability to fight and flee. SCP-XXXX-A's known anomalous functions are as follows: Drone doubling as a dispensing nozzle for a variety of hard liquor

Projecting a wide arc of fire from the two chanters, akin to a flamethrower

Being indestructible Extreme resistance to damage

Extreme resistance to damage Producing sound levels up to 135 175 200 decibels without causing permanent hearing damage to any listeners

200 decibels without causing permanent hearing damage to any listeners Directionally focusing aforementioned sound wave into a concussive sonic explosion Due to the circumstances that led to its discovery, SCP-XXXX has displayed aggression towards all most Foundation/GOC Personnel. However, in all encounters with SCP-XXXX, no fatalities nor permanent injuries have occurred, even in situations where such casualties should have taken place. It is currently unclear if this is intentional restraint by SCP-XXXX or a physical limitation. An investigation into this phenomenon ongoing. Discovery: SCP-XXXX first appeared in ███████ Forest, England, where the GOC was clearing land for the construction of a new research facility. Information shared by the GOC revealed that a sweep of the local thaumatic energy fields was not done due to administrative oversight. According to the testimony of the workers present, the construction crew found a large oak tree engraved with unknown symbols on the land to be cleared. When local members of the crew expressed trepidation at cutting down said tree, the foreman attributed this to local superstition and cut it down. following this, SCP-XXXX emerged from the stump and the following exchange took place: Initial Discovery Log: Close Log Foreword: This log was compiled through the black box footage on the construction equipment as well as GOC body camera footage. SCP-XXXX: Aye ye coont ye think ye and yer wee nuggets can jus' barge in tae mah forest and mess up me fav'rit tree? Foreman: W-Wha- D-did you just c-come out of that tree? SCP-XXXX: Ay coorse Ah did, Ah lived in haur until ye idiots cut it doon. Gie it an' barnie wit' me loch a real man ye coward. SCP-XXXX aggressively approaches the tree feller with the foreman inside and proceeds to circle the machinery with his fists raised in a fighting stance. SCP-XXXX: If yoo're gonnae hide in thaur loch a lassie, I weel treat ye loch a lassie. SCP-XXXX effortlessly picks up the machinery in a bridal carry before throwing it. The machine landed in an already-cleared area of the forest 500 feet away. Epilogue: GOC security forces present engaged SCP-XXXX with conventional firearms to no effect. SCP-XXXX proceeded to beat them all unconscious with his fists before leaving for a local pub. While the tree feller was completely destroyed, the foreman survived with only minor injuries. SCP-XXXX was tracked to the Lion's Den, a pub near ███████ Forest. GOC agents, armed with thaumatically-enhanced weaponry, were sent to engage SCP-XXXX. Pub Log: Close Log Security camera footage from the bar shows SCP-XXXX telling a story on a stool in the center of the bar, with a crowd of patrons gathered around him. SCP-XXXX: …then ah tauld heem after he stuffed his coopon it's a sheep's stomach ye glaikit shepard! The gathered crowd breaks into a raucous laughter, with the bartender slapping him on the back. SCP-XXXX: An' that's hoo ah invented haggis. Bartender: That's bloody hilarious mate. Tell ya what, have this one on the house. The bartender walks over to SCP-XXXX to pour him a glass of whiskey but passes out, falling and spilling the liquor. The other patrons fall unconscious as well as the GOC pumps the establishment full of sleeping gas in hopes of subduing SCP-XXXX. SCP-XXXX looks around, confused, when the GOC strike force members simultaneously enter from all three points of entry. Strike Force Member 1: Don't move! Put your hands up and kneel on the ground! SCP-XXXX stumbles across the bar towards the GOC personnel.



SCP-XXXX: Ye wasted a perfectly guid bottle ay whiskey ye doaty bawbag! SCP-XXXX fails to comply and instead throws a stool at SFM-1. It misses completely and instead punches a hole through the pub ceiling and disappears into the atmosphere. Reacting to this display, the GOC open fire. The thaumatically-enhanced bullets ricochet off SCP-XXXX's body. SCP-XXXX: Ye cam haur pickin' a barnie wi' those wee magic tattie shooters? Ah got a magic trick fur ye reit haur. SCP-XXXX ignores the hail of bullets and stumbles over to the corner of the bar to retrieve SCP-XXXX-A. SCP-XXXX points the pipes towards SFM-1 and blows into SCP-XXXX-A. A torrential stream of liquor (later found to be non-anomalous whiskey) is ejected from SCP-XXXX-A and hits SFM-1. SFM-1 is thrown into the street. SCP-XXXX dispatches the remaining GOC personnel using a combination of physical combat and SCP-XXXX-A. Epilogue: SCP-XXXX-A escapes the pub by achieving flight via using the whiskey stream as propellant. GOC Personnel were recovered, and all nearby civilians were amnesticized. The GOC requests aid from the Foundation for containing/neutralizing SCP-XXXX. After the Pub Incident, a drone-based mass surveillance program was put in place in order to keep track of SCP-XXXX's location. During this time SCP-XXXX revealed its anomalous properties to the general public 9 times, requiring mass amnesticization of the civilian populace. Foundation researchers theorized from local folktales and the runes present on the tree that SCP-XXXX would be vulnerable to iron-based weaponry. After a light-scale skirmish with SCP-XXXX confirmed this behavior, MTF Nu-7 (Hammer Down) was mobilized in conjunction with various MTF assets in order to contain/neutralize SCP-XXXX. Last Containment Attempt Log Close Log Background: After taking sustained fire from multiple armored vehicles (armed with Iron-tipped projectiles), Nu-7 and GOC military assets were able to inflict major injuries on SCP-XXXX.

SCP-XXXX suffered major injuries at this time, including but not limited to: Loss of left hand

Severe blood soss

Several broken bones as well as showing symptoms of heavy metal poisoning. The following log was recorded via a surveillance drone some distance away from the firefight. Colonel Gerard MacDougal: Surrender, or we *will* use lethal force! Cooperate with us, and we will guarantee- Colonel MacDougal is interrupted as SCP-XXXX brings SCP-XXXX-A's mouthpiece up to his lips and starts playing 'Scotland the Brave'. It is unclear how SCP-XXXX was able to play the song despite loss of an entire hand. Noise sensors record a volume of 130 dB at this time. Colonel Gerard MacDougal: Stop that or we will consider it a continuation of hostile acti- As the music enters the second 'stanza' , the volume produced by SCP-XXXX-A suddenly jumps up to 200 dB. Using SCP-XXXX-A's anomalous properties, SCP-XXXX explosively concentrates the sound energy towards Foundation forces. Tanks and other armored vehicles are flung away from SCP-XXXX violently by the expanding shockwave of the explosion while airborne assets are rapidly pushed away from the area of operation. Using the absence of foundation airborne forces, SCP-XXXX escapes via whiskey-propelled flight. Foundation surveillance drones tracked SCP-XXXX's flight trajectory to the island of Ireland. mini-surveillance drones were activated to keep track of SCP-XXXX without drawing attention. SCP-XXXX landed in an abandoned cottage in the Irish countryside, and carried out Procedure 4000-Halloway. The following exchange was recorded by the mini-drones. Escape Log Close Log SCP-XXXX crashes through the door of the cottage and stumbles towards the fireplace SCP-XXXX uses SCP-XXXX-A to ignite the hearth and produces the catalysts needed for Procedure 4000-Halloway from inside the bag of SCP-XXXX-A. Unknown Voice: These woods have rules. SCP-XXXX: Skip th' formal mince an' lit me in Fionn ye uptecht fanny afair ah bleed tae death or ah swear I'll shove mah bagpipe up yer crease! SCP-XXXX is granted access to The place where usage of specific names constitute a breach of protocol and disappears from the view. Any attempts by the drones to follow SCP-XXXX is unsuccessful. For the next 49 days, all attempts by Foundation personnel to attempt Procedure 4000-Halloway is unsuccessful. Subsequent sightings of SCP-XXXX have been rarely reported. Tracking SCP-XXXX is to be considered a class-4 priority.

Item #: SCP-XXXX Object Class: Safe Special Containment Procedures: Due to the low frequency and stochastic nature of SCP-XXXX appearances, containment of SCP-XXXX shall revolve around standard disinformation and amnesticization campaigns. Civilians that have encountered SCP-XXXX shall be interviewed and given class-A amnestics. When SCP-XXXX should appear to Foundation affiliated personnel, said personnel is to attempt to gather more information about SCP-XXXX and its inhabitant (referred to as SCP-XXXX-A). Object Description: SCP-XXXX is a dining establishment that manifests at a random location to a single person(henceforth referred to as the subject) at a time. During manifestation, SCP-XXXX is able to be perceived by only the subject. The external appearance and internal decorative theme of SCP-XXXX differs depending on the geographical location it appears in and the subject's prior life experiences . In all cases, the subject will be compelled to enter SCP-XXXX. SCP-XXXX-A is an elderly caucasian woman who inhabits SCP-XXXX. SCP-XXXX-A's appearance does not vary in all recorded instances of manifestation. Once inside, subjects will be seated and given a menu by SCP-XXXX. Every instance of the menu will only feature a single item to choose from. The writing on the front cover of the menu and the item inside the menu differs from subject to subject. Once the subject orders, SCP-XXXX-A will prepare and serve the food to the subject. In some cases, SCP-XXXX-A may converse with the subject while the subject is eating. Statistical analysis of the psychological profiles of subjects have revealed that SCP-XXXX is more likely to manifest itself to a subject when the said subject meets one or more of the following criteria: Subject expresses great remorse towards committing a past deed

Subject suffers from mental health issues

Subject has recently suffered a loss of a loved one

Subject sees no purpose to continuing to live life After the subject has finished eating, the subject will be billed for the food. Instead of monetary compensation, the bill will ask that the subject perform various good deeds as payment [[footnote]See addenda for details[[/footnote]]. Once the subject exits the dining establishment, SCP-XXXX will demanifest. Case Files: The following case files were compiled from civilians who have encountered SCP-XXXX. Case File: Henry Kim Close Case File Name of Subject: Henry Kim Interviewer: Senior Psychoanalyst Rowan Frederickson Background: Subject is a successful entrepreneur who immigrated to the US from Asia 21 years ago. The subject raised two children (one daughter and one son), both of whom had recently passed away from a vehicular accident. Dr. Frederickson: So if you don't mind, could you please tell me more about your encounter with the disappearing restaurant? Henry Kim: I was driving back from work. And then I saw it. Curiosity got the better of me. I guess. Dr. Frederickson: Mm-hmm. I see. Do you consider yourself a curious person? Henry Kim: Well… no. But it was just so… out of place, you know? To see a dilapidated building with corrugated sheet metal as roofing in the middle of downtown Austin. Subject looks down and whispers quietly. Just like the ones I saw all the time while growing up in Korea. Dr. Frederickson: Do you remember anything about the food that you were served or the menu? Henry Kim: Subject shakes his head. I don't think I could forget even if I tried. The old lady working there brought out a bowl of doenjang jjigae served in a stone bowl. It tasted and looked exactly how my mother would make them, down to the sprigs of fresh enoki mushrooms floating at the top. Dr. Frederickson: That's remarkable. did you talk- Henry Kim: My mother - no. My parents were remarkable people you know? They raised me and my 4 siblings in a country that's been torn apart by civil war a mere decade ago. We barely had enough to eat three meals a day, but they made sure we all had books and pencils for school, even if it meant they couldn't eat properly for days. Dr. Frederickson: But did you tell SCP-XX, er, the lady working- You know what my favorite day of the month was? Our parents would save up all month to buy the ingredients for doenjang jjigae. On the 3rd Sunday of every month, my siblings and I would wake up to the whole house filled with that savory, aromatic scent coming from the kitchen. Subject grows visibly agitated as he begins to speak faster. Dr. Frederickson merely watches and takes notes. And even then, they would make sure we've had enough before… Encounter Logs: The following logs