An entrance to former Site-61. Several D-Class personnel have confirmed that SCP-5077 is present in the doorway. Item #: SCP-5077 Object Class: Euclid Special Containment Procedures: At least two D-Class personnel are to be stationed within SCP-5077-A at all times in order to affirm that SCP-5077 is not present inside it. If at any point this cannot be affirmed, all information related to SCP-5077 is to be deleted, then all individuals with knowledge of SCP-5077 (including D-class personnel) are to be amnesticized and reassigned to other projects. Description: SCP-5077 is an intangible, cognitohazardous entity believed to be responsible for a number of anomalous events at Site-61 prior to its evacuation on 12/21/2016. SCP-5077 is invisible to all Foundation employees, save for D-Class personnel. Descriptions of its form vary, but most describe it as a hovering loose bundle of multicolored cables and ribbons, approximately half a meter across. Several times throughout 2016, SCP-5077 appeared in common areas in Site-61. Each time, D-Class personnel failed to report it, and so it went unnoticed. It was only discovered after the mass containment breach of Site-61 prompted a complete review of events and a series of intense interrogations of D-Class personnel. Prior to the containment breach and subsequent abandonment of Site-61, SCP-5077 caused multiple anomalous events, including the following: Interruption of a D-Class training seminar with an electromagnetic pulse that disabled necessary electronics

Corrosion of pipe infrastructure in D-Class housing cells

Alteration and destruction of human testing logs for SCP-████

Poisoning of multiple testing directors

Incitement of a D-Class riot Due to the high concentration of D-Class personnel at Site-61, the latter incident resulted in a cascading containment breach of mind-affecting anomalies. This prompted a mass evacuation and abandonment of Site-61. Subsequent MTF operations in early 2017 managed to re-contain or neutralize all known anomalies on-site, with the exception of SCP-5077. Most D-Class personnel not previously evacuated were rescued and amnesticized. Those who were hostile or otherwise unrecoverable were terminated. From 2017 to late 2019, SCP-5077 was spotted at multiple Foundation sites, always in the vicinity of personnel who had previously been assigned to Site-61. While SCP-5077 was present, these personnel experienced negative events such as falls, traffic collisions, accidental poisonings, etc. Though they were rarely fatal, these incidents were hard to prevent due to the difficulty of detecting SCP-5077's presence. SCP-5077 did not manifest near the same individual more than once. Since late 2019, SCP-5077 has only been observed in D-Class lodgings. Due to stricter counterintelligence guidelines imposed on D-Class after the containment breach at Site-61, these incidents are nearly always reported to Foundation personnel. No further anomalous effects have been noted. SCP-5077-A is a cafeteria in former Site-61. Research into SCP-5077's thaumaturgical workings has indicated that SCP-5077-A is likely where SCP-5077 first manifested, and that the anomaly is likely to return there in the near future. SCP-5077-A has been outfitted with ritual-breaking devices that will neutralize the anomaly when it appears. Further research has indicated that more precise details regarding the origin or mechanism of SCP-5077 are highly cognitohazardous, with effects including severe illness and death. As such, upon the neutralization of SCP-5077, there will be no reason to retain this dangerous information, and this entry will be marked for deletion. Open Database Console Close Database Console Does the black moon howl? Only when unseen. Welcome, Administrator. Retrieve log of council meeting regarding Site-61. Keyword "SCP-5077". Retrieved. Log begins: O5-8: So, SCP-5077? O5-11: Yes. A slot formerly belonging to a Safe anomaly, since neutralized. O5-8: This is significant, you know. Site-61's human testing was making significant progress towards improved containment protocols for numerous anomalies. That's not something we can afford to lose. O5-11: It's a loss, but a survivable one. There are far greater trials to come, and controlling the narrative now will save us in the long run. O5-2: And how do we prevent future losses, when we fail to understand the mechanisms of our failures? O5-11: The mechanism of 5077 is irrelevant, as is the source. O5-2: We know the source. How are we meant to avoid another Site-61 if knowledge of the dangers is suppressed? O5-11: From the top down. Already, we're decentralizing the use of D-Class across sites, mitigating the threat of a critical mass ever being reached. Changes to orientation have made D-Class much more likely to inform on each other. Anomalies like 5077 will never have the chance to form again. O5-2: But the underlying actions remain unchanged. O5-11: You want to slow us down now, at such a critical moment in the history of our organization? To give ammunition to the bleeding hearts? A schism like that is exactly what we must avoid. O5-6: The bleeding hearts are secondary. The Ethics Committee is a more pressing concern. O5-11: The Ethics Committee won't touch what they believe to be a cognitohazard. Nor will they stand in the way of its deletion. O5-6: We're playing with fire. O5-11: No. We're extinguishing it. We've argued for long enough. It's time for a vote. YEA NAY ABSTAIN O5-01 O5-13 O5-03 O5-04 O5-05 O5-06 O5-07 O5-08 O5-09 O5-10 O5-11 O5-12 O5-11: That's what I thought. End log. Expunge the record. Log deleted. Retrieve file "Dreamwalker". Retrieved. D-Class Status Report. That will be all. Goodbye, Administrator.

Item #: SCP-XXXX Object Class: Euclid Special Containment Procedures: Description: SCP-XXXX is a building in

Item #: SCP-XXXX Object Class: Safe Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be stored in a standard containment vault, and left unplugged when not being tested. 2 liters of wolf juice are to be stored in a standard containment locker for the purpose of testing. SCP-XXXX is to be contained in a Site that is not in or near any area known to contain significant wolf populations. Site security are to be informed of the possibility of wolves attempting to enter the Site. The automated WATCHDOG system is to monitor social media for unusual mentions of "wolf juice", "wolf juicing", or "wolf juicer". Description: SCP-XXXX is a large machine intended for the juicing of wolves. SCP-XXXX is approximately three meters long, one meter wide, and one meter tall. At one end, there is a chamber large enough to fit a single wolf of average size. At the other end, there is a spigot and beneath it a podium on which to place a liquid receptacle. Next to the spigot is a red button. When SCP-XXXX is supplied with power, a live wolf may be placed in its chamber, and the door to the chamber may be closed. The button will then glow red. When the button is pushed, the machine will produce a whirring noise for between 10 and 20 seconds, and the spigot will dispense approximately 7.6 liters (2 gallons) of a dark brown liquid. After this, the door to the chamber will open, and the wolf will have disappeared, leaving no residue. The liquid produced by SCP-XXXX, henceforth referred to as "wolf juice", is similar in consistency and appearance to non-anomalous fruit juice. Similarly, its chemical makeup, acidity, viscosity, etc. are all unremarkable for a fruit juice. The taste has been described as nutty, aromatic, and pleasant, albeit with a slight sour aftertaste. SCP-XXXX exhibits a psychological effect on all wolves within approximately 500 kilometers. Wolves within this area experience a minor compulsion to move closer to SCP-XXXX's location. This effect intensifies the closer the wolf is to SCP-XXXX. Additionally, wolves within this range are more docile than they otherwise would be. When within approximately 100 meters of SCP-XXXX, even wild wolves are entirely docile and unaggressive. When within sight of SCP-XXXX, wolves will enter the juicing chamber entirely of their own volition, even forming queues if multiple wolves are present. The mechanism of these effects is not yet known. Addendum 1: SCP-XXXX was originally notes: maybe humans aren't involved and it's just wolves building strange machines? maybe they're metamorphosizing into juice? but then I can't use the word "juice" in the article

Item #: SCP-XXXX Object Class: Safe Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be contained in-situ. Armed guards are to be posted at the cave entrance at all times. All contemporary intruders are to be prevented from entering the cave system. If an intruder can prove that they are from the future, they are permitted to enter the cave system and retrieve whatever they wish from SCP-XXXX. Description: SCP-XXXX is a reinforced bank vault built into a cave system in the Swiss Alps. SCP-XXXX is approximately 75 million years old and is believed to be constructed circa 3600 AD. SCP-XXXX contains approximately 3 tonnes of trinkets composed of various precious metals, 18 high pressure helium canisters, 44 kg of data storage devices containing future cultural artifacts, and 73 desiccated velociraptor corpses. Analysis has yielded a tentative history/future of SCP-XXXX. The vault was likely constructed and sent to the past by wealthy individuals following the implementation of sweeping pan-universal, pan-temporal tax legislation. These individuals sought to use the hostile environment of the Cretaceous period to safeguard their belongings from taxes and other legal hazards. This scheme failed when a large quantity of velociraptors breached the vault and destroyed its temporal equipment. The contents of SCP-XXXX are safeguarded from contemporary influence to prevent temporal paradoxes. Future time travelers, however, are encouraged to steal these items and thereby remove them from this era. As SCP-XXXX will eventually be constructed, it is believed that the vault itself will be stolen at some point before 3600 AD. This has not yet happened. Addendum: Upon further analysis, the degree of group cohesion and strategy exhibited by the velociraptor group far exceeds the natural capabilities velociraptors are believed to possess. This level of cohesion may however be consistent with the animal training capabilities the United States IRS is projected to possess in the far future. The US government is to be questioned on this matter when it becomes pertinent in approximately 1600 years.

GRANT REQUEST FOR THE DEVELOPMENT OF A HUMAN SOUL-BACKED ECTOCURRENCY TO FACILITATE COMMERCE WITH DEMONIC ENTITIES PROBLEM From time immemorial, humans have bartered with demons and devils to attain immense power. In return for gifts of knowledge, magical ability, or physical attractiveness, these demonic entities require one or more human souls, traditionally that of the deal-maker. While trading with demonic entities is evidently useful, this method of bartering is haphazard and leaves room for deleterious errors. Human souls are notoriously difficult to store and transport, and the risk involved is only intensified when crossing dimensional boundaries. Faced with the prospect of an arbitrarily long period of post-mortem torture or slavery, many deal-makers are driven to desperate and reckless acts to prolong their lives or find substitute souls, which can cause significant collateral damage or in extreme cases prompt the interference of normalcy preservation agencies. Despite the obvious technological applications of large-scale demonic assets, utilizing these assets is messy, complicated, and unpleasant. SOLUTION A regulated BUSINESS CASE Small-scale demons who offer minor boons often struggle to find mortal buyers in the current whole-human-soul economy. USE OF FUNDING KNOWN ISSUES

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Item #: SCP-XXXX SCP-XXXX Object Class: Euclid Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be contained in a standard humanoid containment chamber and fed according to a baseline human feeding regimen. Use of SCP-XXXX in Protocol Nocter and Protocol Yeoman is limited to no more than 8 hours per day, requiring half-hour breaks after 4 consecutive hours. This limitation may be bypassed in a time of emergency, but SCP-XXXX should be compensated accordingly to account for the additional labour. In return for cooperation with Foundation personnel, SCP-XXXX is allowed several additional amenities in the form of clothing and entertainment products of its choice. Under no circumstances is SCP-XXXX to be given any item of clothing or media commemorating a location, with the exception of during Protocols Nocter and Yeoman. Each Foundation Site housing more 50 permanent personnel must operate an on-Site commercial institution staffed by at least two personnel and open at least 6 hours per day on at least 5 days per week. This institution must sell items of clothing and other merchandise typical to a gift shop. Each item must have "SCP Foundation" printed in text on its surface. Description: SCP-XXXX is a 19-year-old German female humanoid. SCP-XXXX's anomalies manifest when its skin is in direct contact with an item commemorating a location, such as a printed t-shirt sold at a gift shop. While touching such an object object, SCP-XXXX is able to telepathically alter ordinances and bylaws issued by the municipal authority governing the referenced location.

Three Portlands is a city of variety and freedom. Any good, any service you can imagine is probably available in Three Portlands, if not in stores than in back-alley deals and under-the-table transactions. In Three Portlands, anything can happen. Mystery, drama, fantasy, and humor intersect in a culture that has a little bit of everything. So, how does one begin to write a story in Three Portlands? Anatomy of a Portland Getting There Three Portlands is a pocket dimension, a branch anchored to the trunk of the "world tree" that is the broader universe containing Earth. The city is connected most strongly at, as you might expect, three points: Portland, Oregon; Portland, Maine; and the Isle of Portland in the United Kingdom. Within the vicinity of these locations, there are many individual Ways that connect Three Portlands to Earth. You may travel to Three Portlands through the maintenance corridor of a museum, a buoy in the English Channel, or a bed of grass in a parking lot. There are numerous Ways, and you should feel free to create your own in your writing. Getting Around Inside, Three Portlands is highly variable. The city is large, forming concentric circles of streets and buildings centered on Goldman Plaza and the Three Portlands City Hall within. By and large, there are no cars in Three Portlands. Transporting large vehicles to Three Portlands, while possible, is usually very expensive. As such, there was never enough demand to foster the development of road structure that supported them. Instead, there are many pedestrian paths, strong bicycle usage, and free streetcars that run out from the center of the city as well as radially. A Cartographer's Nightmare Three Portlands is ever-changing. This not only applies to the culture and population of the city, but also the geography. Every object in the city is itself slowly moving outwards. The ground is gradually stretching, pushing entire buildings and streets away from the center. As they move, buildings that were once inches apart gradually spread out, forming impromptu alleyways that might be filled by further construction, or just left as a quick shortcut between layers of the city. As buildings spread out, they make room for new buildings around and in front of them. This movement is very slow. It may take over half a century for a building constructed near the center of town to approach the outskirts. When buildings do reach the edge, they're typically abandoned or demolished. This is due to a vast invisible barrier that encircles the city, preventing people from travelling further. This is a protective measure — buildings that pass the wall will continue to move, until they eventually "fall out" of Three Portlands entirely and are subsumed by the unreality between dimensions. This is not something that a human can survive. So, to someone standing at the barrier, the streets appear to continue on, flanked by increasingly antique buildings, devoid of all life, and eventually fading to a colorless mist. Don't Touch My Bread Government This barrier is upheld and maintained by a powerful thaumic presence that resides inside Three Portlands City Hall. No-one ever goes in, no-one ever comes out. People send letters, forms, and requests by mail and sometimes they get answers, like Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory but for bureaucracy. It's this presence that maintains the physical properties of the city. The skybox sun that travels across the deceptively low sky, the frequently rainy weather, and the largest Ways in and out of the city are all managed by the presence in City Hall. This presence, sometimes colloquially referred to as the Mayor, rarely intervenes directly in Portland affairs except in extraordinary circumstances. For day to day governance and management, we look to the Unusual Incidents Unit of the FBI. Led by Special Agents Kenneth Spencer and Robin Thorne, the UIU acts as a police department investigating major crimes in Three Portlands. This small force is augmented by many police golems, conjured and maintained by Golemancy United, a local co-op of thaumaturges who create disposable manpower for a variety of purposes. Altogether, the UIU don't actually hold much power in Three Portlands. Most of the true societal power is held by the various corporations and businesses that base themselves out of the pocket dimension. Nearly every major business that deals in paratech has at least a Three Portlands office, and many choose to have more significant outposts there to take advantage of the vast anomalous workforce. Tone

Item #: SCP-3644 Object Class: Euclid Special Containment Procedures: Persons believed to have SCP-3644 are to be contained and interviewed for information on the status of SCP-3644-1. Due to the short life expectancy of sufferers, no containment of SCP-3644's spread is necessary at this time. Description: SCP-3644 is an incredibly rare genetic condition in humans, closely related to genes associated with colorblindness, and characterized by anomalous alterations to sensory perception. Humans with SCP-3644 perceive with sight, smell, hearing, touch, and taste an alternate reality, SCP-3644-1, in which extraterrestrial contact incited a global nuclear conflict, wiping out all life on Earth on November 30th, 2014. Humans with SCP-3644 perceive only SCP-3644-1 with all senses except for touch, with which they are able to sense objects in both SCP-3644-1 and baseline reality. As such, communication can be established by sending messages in Braille or raised print, and receiving written or spoken responses. Using force in baseline reality, people with SCP-3644 may be pushed through objects in SCP-3644-1 they perceive to be solid, although this experience has been described to be intensely painful, and has resulted in what appear to be psychosomatic approximations of the symptoms of blood poisoning. Due to the difficulty of performing tests in SCP-3644-1, it is currently unknown if this can be performed in reverse, to move through objects in baseline reality. People with SCP-3644 did not experience any anomalous effects until the point at which SCP-3644-1 diverged from baseline reality, on November 20th, 2014. After this point, divergence increased rapidly, and as such prolonged navigation has become increasingly difficult due to the frequency of blockages and impassable obstacles in either reality. Those exhibiting SCP-3644 can perceive other sufferers of SCP-3644 in SCP-3644-1, but to date none have witnessed another living human or animal in SCP-3644-1 since the date of the nuclear conflagration. Due to SCP-3644's extreme rarity, visibility, and heritable nature, it is likely that occurrence of the condition will become almost nonexistent in coming decades, before dying out entirely. Addendum 1: Timeline of SCP-3644-1 November 20th, 2014: An immense, oblong craft is sighted passing the Moon, en route to Earth, apparently having traveled from the direction of Alpha Centauri. November 24th, 2014: The craft enters Earth's atmosphere, decelerating through unknown means and stopping four kilometers above Madrid, Spain. A Foundation coverup ensues, but mass amnestic dispersal is only partially effective, as many major governments elect to eschew secrecy in order to address the extraterrestrial contact openly. The alien craft takes no actions and responds to no stimulus. November 29th, 2014: The alien craft begins transmitting a radio signal, transmitting the following text, in Spanish, through Morse code. Afterwards, the message repeats in English, then Chinese. we were taking in, learning to speak. we have a message for the gene scarred: the outcome of your procreation (has been/will be) breaking regulation, resulting in great discomfort. by regulation such ancestors are November 30th, 2014: Following mass public speculation on the nature of the message and what possible punishment could follow, a nuclear exchange occurs with unclear origination. The vast majority of humanity's nuclear arsenal is fired, and Earth is rendered uninhabitable. All humans with SCP-3644 survive unscathed, regardless of exposure or proximity to nuclear detonations. The alien craft is presumed to depart. Addendum 2: Further Investigation As part of an operation to gain as much knowledge of SCP-3644-1 as possible, members of MTF Gamma-103 "Radium Girls" assisted two SCP-3644-positive humans in breaching the central database of SCP-3644-1's Site-30. They were instructed to retrieve the extent of the Foundation's knowledge on SCP-3644-1. While the Foundation in SCP-3644-1 failed to prevent disaster, they were able to perform significant analysis on the alien craft, discovering that it was likely unmanned and possessed a distinct drive signature that could be used to identify the craft from a distance. With this information recovered, a radar telescope was used to identify any potential versions of the alien craft within baseline reality. A match was found, at a point between Earth and Alpha Centauri. However, the signal source was detected moving away from Earth, rather than towards it. The signal source's velocity suggests that it would have been at or very near Earth on November 30th, 2014. The full implications of this are currently unknown.

Part I | Part II | Part III: The Circle and Everything Inside It rating: 0 + x Adrian's eyes first adjusted to the suffusion of blue in front of him. His arms strained forward, and he realized he was facedown on the ground. He pushed his elbows against the floor. His body raised, but he was wracked by a piercing sensation from his chest, and fell back down. Face against the ground once more, he stopped to catch his breath. He couldn't see anything but emptiness, in every direction. With a single heaving effort, he turned over onto his back, facing up into the wisping blue sky. He held his hands in front of his eyes. They were dry and dirty with something dark brown. Blood. He pushed back with his elbows again, and was struck once more with deep pain. He forced against it, into a sitting position, and inspected his body. His plain shirt was stained with blood, and the rest of his clothes seemed to be painted with dried mud. Gingerly, he touched a finger to the center of his chest. His fingertips were met with something damp, and he recoiled back again. Better not to think of the extent of the damages there. Every breath he took ended in a pained rasp. He pulled his knees up towards his chest and shivered. The space he was in didn't seem to have a horizon, let alone an exit. Eyes squeezed shut, he shuddered to his feet. There was nowhere to go, so he began to walk forward. How long had he been out? His chest wound no longer bled, but ached. The sting of smoke was still present in his head. Somewhere, the house was burning down. And the Cool Kids were escaping. Where was he now? This place didn't seem to end. He kept moving forward, and there was only more emptiness, flat ground and blue mist. He stopped. Moving wasn't getting him anywhere. He thought back to what the many-faced woman had said. Was this real? Was he dreaming? Part I | Part II | Part III: The Circle and Everything Inside It

rating: 0 + x Proxima Centauri prior to destruction, as imaged by the Hubble Space Telescope Item #: SCP-3000 Object Class: Neutralized Special Containment Procedures: N/A Description: SCP-3000 was Proxima Centauri b, an approximately Earth-sized extrasolar planet located 4.2 lightyears from Earth in the nearest non-solar star system, Alpha Centauri. SCP-3000 was first discovered by Foundation resources in 2006, and by civilian resources in 2016. SCP-3000 was believed to be non-anomalous until late 2015, when Foundation Project Jamshid allowed a thaumaturge to scry the status of locations orders of magnitude further away than had ever been observed by thaumic means. This was used to conduct a visual inspection of the Alpha Centauri system, upon which it was observed that Proxima Centauri b appeared to be artificial, possessing a uniform texture similar to that of rubber and numerous cylindrical tower structures at cardinal points on its surface. SCP-3000 was monitored by Foundation assets through scrying while a plan of additional, manned reconnaissance of the Alpha Centauri system was drafted. The Foundation's first interstellar parascientific craft, Theta-1 "Joyeuse", was created, utilizing a Darius-Semiz singularity drive to achieve the relativistic speeds that allow interstellar travel to be completed in a practical timespan. On 25/03/2019, Joyeuse was launched without incident, with a crew of 32 Foundation agents, researchers, and engineers, including Mobile Task Force Xi-4 "Lightyear Runners". On 04/11/2024, Joyeuse reached Proxima Centauri and a landing mission was attempted. This mission was largely successful until it resulted in the destruction of SCP-3000, followed by the entirety of the Alpha Centauri system. This was followed by all extrasolar objects in the observable universe spontaneously vanishing. + Addendum A: Journey of Theta-1 "Joyeuse" - Close Addendum A As the Foundation’s and by extension humanity’s first manned exploration of another solar system, Joyeuse was equipped with a battery of advanced parascientific equipment for the purpose of gathering both scientific data and information on potential anomalous activity previously outside the scope of the Foundation’s containment abilities. Potential anomalies would, upon the return of the Joyeuse, be marked for additional reconnaissance by future expeditions. Due to the great distance between Earth and the Joyeuse throughout the voyage, real-time communication was not possible. Instead, Project Jamshid was used to enable one-way, instantaneous communication, from the Joyeuse to Foundation assets on Earth through scrying. This method is not capable of relaying large amounts of data, as it must go through a human thaumaturge, and is most suited to the transcription of text logs, which were displayed by Joyeuse personnel for the thaumaturge to perceive and transcribe. All personnel within the Joyeuse engage in extended hibernation for the majority of the voyage. Most flight operations are automated, although the commencement of deceleration at the journey’s halfway point necessitated a full wake sequence due to the complexity of the maneuver. The complete journey of the Joyeuse took 2051 days from Earth's perspective, before the craft arrived at Proxima Centauri and established an orbit above SCP-3000. + Addendum B: Exploration Log 3000-1 - Close Addendum B The following is a transcript of a message received from the Joyeuse after attempting an exploration of SCP-3000. Three days have passed since the Joyeuse attained orbit around SCP-3000. Advanced observation has indicated that the surface of the planet, apparently a form of red rubber, is either anomalously denser than currently known forms, or is merely a shell over a more dense internal structure. The recon vehicle is a pod capable of transporting four people at once to a planetary surface. It is also capable of rapid extraction back to orbit. This recon pod is used to transport four members of MTF Xi-4, designated LY-Alpha through Delta, to the planetary surface. The landing pod touches down approximately 1km from the edge of a cluster of 15 immense spires on the planet’s equator. Spires are of variable width, ranging from 100 to 500 meters in diameter, and reach over 2km above the planet’s surface. LY-Alpha: Touched down. Command: Roger that. LY-Alpha: Squad, check pressure on suits. LY-Beta: Check. LY-Gamma: Check. LY-Delta: Check. LY-Alpha: Roger. Free to engage airlock, command. Command: Roger. Engaging. LY-Alpha: Existing capsule now. LY-Alpha: Ground is stable. Bit of a squish to it. Gravity is slightly stronger than back home, as expected. The terrain is flat, too flat. Let's take a ground sample. LY-Gamma: Roger. LY-Gamma: Yeah, it looks like rubber. Analysis will verify, of course. It's got… look at the ground, there's little protrusions. Regularly spaced, few centimeters apart, like anti-slip marks. LY-Beta: So whoever built this was afraid of slipping. If someone did build this. LY-Gamma: Planet-sized kickballs don't appear naturally. Not in any nature we’re aware of, at least. LY-Alpha: Oxygen is limited. Let's get going. LY-Alpha: Pathing to the nearest spire now. No audio, apart from breathing, is heard for ten minutes. LY-Alpha: Hundred meters out. This is one of the larger spires. There appears to be some sort of terrain feature near the base, right before the sheer wall. LY-Alpha: Closing in. That's a ramp. Going down into the ground, and curving around the base of the tower. There doesn't seem to be any kind of entrance to the tower itself… it might be solid. Permission to proceed down the ramp? Command: Affirmative, proceed. LY-Alpha: Roger. No audio, apart from breathing, is heard for one minute. LY-Epsilon: This is… a very gentle ramp. LY-Gamma: Yeah. Perfect for a human to walk down comfortably. Should also note that it's pretty wide. We could probably fit shoulder-to-shoulder in here, barely. LY-Delta: You think this was made by humans? LY-Gamma: By humans, I doubt. For humans? Maybe. LY-Alpha: It's slow going, but we are getting deeper. The walls are just over our heads now. LY-Beta: Is that a roof ahead? LY-Alpha: Seems to be. This is turning into a tunnel. Maybe two, two and a half meters tall. Flashlights forward. No audio, apart from breathing, is heard for two minutes. LY-Delta: Not much to see in here. Just redness. It's all just rubber. LY-Beta: If it gets much deeper, we might have to head back. Radio connection and all. LY-Alpha: Shh. Is that a dead end? LY-Gamma: No, that's… that is an honest to god, human-sized doorway. LY-Alpha: And it's the end of the tunnel. Command, the tunnel ends in a open doorway. Permission to proceed? Command: Proceed. LY-Alpha: Acknowledged. Proceeding. LY-Alpha: This is a room… no exits aside from the doorway. Roughly circular, about ten meters across. There's a… table at the center. Grey metal. LY-Delta: The floor, what's that on the floor? LY-Beta: That's… paper. Sheets of paper. They're all over the ground. LY-Gamma: Let me take a look. LY-Gamma: There's print. Command: What does it say? LY-Gamma: They're not characters I recognize. Sort of like Cyrillic. But those are numerals, Arabic numerals. It's a spreadsheet. Humans. Command: Keep a sample. You mentioned a table. LY-Alpha: Yeah. It's not a table, it's a panel. Buttons, a lever… fuck. LY-Delta: What? LY-Alpha: Look at that. On the edge of the panel. Command: Alpha, what do you see? LY-Alpha: It's the goddamned logo. The Foundation. LY-Beta: What? LY-Alpha: What is this? When did they build it? Why did they send us here? Command: There are no records of this, Alpha. Return to the transport pod. LY-Beta: What? What's going on? LY-Delta: Stop. Just calm down. Command: All units, stop. Take a moment to breathe, then move to extraction. LY-Alpha: …roger. No audio, apart from breathing, is heard for two minutes. LY-Gamma: …who moved the lever? LY-Alpha: What? LY-Gamma: The lever, it was the other way. It's… look. LY-Alpha: Did anyone touch the lever? LY-Beta: No. LY-Delta: Not me. LY-Gamma: It's, maybe it's reacting to our presence. Maybe- LY-Beta: What's happening? The walls- LY-Alpha: It's like it's melting. The panel, get under the panel. Frantic breathing can be heard. LY-Delta: It's on top of me, my hand, my hand- LY-Alpha: -you need to get closer- LY-Beta: It's- I'm covered, I can't see. I can't… Abi, please- LY-Alpha: I'm trying. LY-Beta and LY-Delta both cease transmitting. LY-Gamma: We're not going to make it under here. The surface, it… maybe we can get there. LY-Alpha: We can push our way up. Sounds of heavy breathing and soft suction can be heard. LY-Alpha: I'm- LY-Gamma: You're- LY-Alpha: I'm fine, I can get out. Keep going. LY-Gamma: Okay. LY-Alpha ceases transmitting. LY-Gamma: I see it. The sky. LY-Gamma: What's happening to the stars? A crashing noise can be heard. LY-Gamma ceases transmitting. Over the next several hours, SCP-3000 is observed to collapse inwards. As of this transmission the process is still ongoing. The ground team has not been recovered. In addition, a circular section of visible stars around us has vanished. The circle is growing. Following the completion of this transmission, the Joyeuse will attempt evasive measures and abort further exploration. A return to Earth is necessary. At this point, the star Proxima Centauri, along with the remainder of the Alpha Centauri system, is through scrying observed to disappear. The location of the Joyeuse is lost soon after, and the vessel's current status is unknown. Scrying indicates that light imitating that of extrasolar objects had been emanating from a hollow sphere centered on the Solar system, approximately 4.61 lightyears in radius. SCP-3000 was likely the source of this holographic projection. On November 22, 2028, 4.61 years after the date of this exploration, the light will stop reaching Earth, and all stars, nebulae, and galaxies in the sky will to all appearances vanish. + Addendum C: Operation Damocles - Close Addendum C Operation Damocles is a multi-faceted, Foundation-wide program to enact normalcy protection regulations on a global scale within weeks. Operation Damocles overrides all existing containment regulations such that all possible assets, up to and including contained anomalies, may be re-purposed to enhance normalcy enforcement. Throughout the entirety of Operation Damocles, all essential Foundation personnel are required to take a regimen of oral mnestics in order to strengthen recall during potential pseudo-cognitive shifts. Damocles Sub-Operations: Project Astra Time to breach of normalcy 55 months Summary Create and deploy a copy of SCP-3000 to project an illusory sphere of light around the solar system, preserving the current appearance of the sky. Outcome Extraterrestrial construction halted due to lack of resources and infeasibility of reverse-engineering SCP-3000 from the limited data retrieved from the Joyeuse expedition. Orbital site abandoned. Operation Zodiac Time to breach of normalcy 48 months Summary Create and deploy a viral memetic agent or combination of viral memetic agents capable of altering visual perception and interpretation of the sky. Outcome Memetic agents deemed inadequate for creating a consistent illusion at such a scale. Operation Miranda Time to breach of normalcy 40 months Summary Create and deploy a viral memetic agent or combination of viral memetic agents capable of altering human memory to exclude all information related to objects outside of the solar system. Outcome Memetic agent DECEMBER SUN created. Standard viral distribution deemed inefficient for rapid infection of human populations; inert form of DECEMBER SUN is inserted into forms of popular media to be activated simultaneously when deemed necessary. Operation Tempest Time to breach of normalcy 36 months Summary Utilize thaumic and meteorological means to conceal or otherwise obscure the sky over populated areas with extensive cloud cover while distribution of DECEMBER SUN is in progress. Outcome Weather alteration proves more extreme than anticipated; evacuations occur in many major cities. Extreme weather is explained by scientific authorities as a result of climate change. Operation Heinlein Time to breach of normalcy 28 months Summary Alter physical and electronic records of history to remove or mythologize inclusions of extrasolar objects. Outcome Major records altered or destroyed under cover stories of arson, theft, or bombing. DECEMBER SUN is activated in civilian populations and quickly becomes predominant in most parts of the world. Operation Orpheus Time to breach of normalcy 24 months Summary Minimize the side-effects of DECEMBER SUN exposure in civilian populations through application of amnestics. Outcome Use of aerosol amnestics effective for the quelling of civilian unrest in most areas. Where necessary, Foundation forces are deployed to + show block - Close Addendum D

rating: 0 + x Item #: SCP-XXXX Object Class: Keter Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be destroyed as soon as possible. No demands levied by the United States Government with threat of use of SCP-XXXX are to be met. If SCP-XXXX is used, all Foundation efforts must be directed to maintenance of normalcy in the aftermath. Description: SCP-XXXX is an anomalous battalion, approximately 300 strong, of psionic soldiers capable of reality alteration on a basic level when separated and on a major level when acting as a group. SCP-XXXX is currently under the control of the United States Government, and was created in 1965 by the US Central Intelligence Agency in collusion with the SCP Foundation as the primary goal of Project MKUltra.

rating: 0 + x The Bishop began his day, as he always did, with a meditation session. On his knees, shoulders relaxed, face serene, arms parallel to his spine. The Bishop could not see beyond the wall in front of him, but he envisioned the land outside, endless plains of flat ice. The sky would be clear, and the ice unmarred. The Bishop and his flock were the only living beings for miles. His body was still. His mind was fully empty, his gears had come to a stop. A moment later, his pose shifted. He pressed his palms onto the slick, cool linoleum floor and applied pressure, slowly rocking his body to a standing position. Over breakfast, he reviewed his sermon. The food was plain, but the Bishop did not ask for much. A bowl of plain oatmeal, and a side of homemade bread, toasted and buttered. As his teeth tore free a portion of toast, he spoke the words of the sermon in his head. Once the last spoonful of oatmeal vanished down his throat, a gentle buzzing came from the right of his glass dining table. He turned his head, to the brass elevator doors, the only point of ingress to his living quarters. In front of the doors stood a tall, lithe automaton. Her Y-shaped faceplate was the color of old pennies. “Your Excellency.” Her voice was soft, undercut by a light humming sound. She bowed low, and the sleeves of her satin gown hung useless at her sides, empty. The Bishop faced her, smiling warmly. “Good morning, Ainsley. What do you have for me?” She raised herself again. “Your daily update, Your Excellency. The greenhouses have reported yields greater than previously expected, softening our predictions of supply shortages during the coming Winter.” Her voice lowered slightly as she continued. “A security update. An agent has been apprehended in the pipes, attempting to enter the commune, possibly to take your life. She bears the insignia of the Insurgency, but Bertrand believes her to truly represent Foundation interests. She is unharmed, and awaits your judgement in a secure dormitory.” The Bishop nodded solemnly. “Tell Bertrand to bring the Light to this one. I will speak with her when her conversion has progressed.” Ainsley bowed her head. “It will be done, Your Excellency.” “And, Ainsley… give Gavril my compliments for the meal.” The Bishop’s hard face relaxed, lapsing again into a warm smile. “I will do so, Your Excellency. Faith be with you.” “And with you too, Ainsley.” She sounded a short chirp as she left. The Bishop leaned forward, hands gripping the edges of the podium in front of him. Past the podium he could see the assembly, fifty-three automatons in different colors, shapes, and states of disrepair. “Stardust. They say we are made of stardust. Some will say that mankind’s first venture into the unknown, the inky black expanse of space, occurred in the late nineteen-sixties. But we know now that this is false.” “Life on Earth is not our natural state. Earth is an anomaly in a vast expanse of inorganic nothing. But we have been given the tools to transcend our terrestrial origins, to ascend to our true forms. Bestowed upon us is the chariot with which we shall ascend.” “Our life in the commune is a reminder of what we must all strive for. Harmony with each other. Happiness in self-reflection. Acceptance of limitation. The trials of our faith are many, but they shall bring the ultimate reward. Stardust.” The Bishop turned to face the mural behind him. It depicted a crowd of automatons standing in a snowy plane, staring up at a black sky, a sun about to be eclipsed by a large, streaked red circle. Among the crowd there was a single human face. He could hear the congregation rise to their mechanical feet. Together, they buzzed and ticked their prayer, some softly, and others louder. The Bishop let the sound fill his ears. Minutes later, after the gears had begun to shuffle out and return to their duties, a single one stayed behind. He approached the Bishop, and knelt before the altar. “Your Excellency,” he hummed. The Bishop stood in front of him. “Jacob. What is it you wish to discuss?” The automaton stood. His legs were badly bent, and he wavered even as he stood still. “I… I have been having disturbing dreams, Your Excellency. I dream that I am back in my hometown, on the Earth. And I still have flesh. And… and in my dreams, there is music, and laughter.” The Bishop waved his hand. “Continue.” Jacob was softly shaking now, some loose lever in his jaw chattering. “I do not wish to return to the flesh. I do not wish to dream. But every time I go to standby, it feels like… like I do want it.” The Bishop closed his eyes and nodded. “Do not be afraid. I understand. The burden of flesh is great, so that we feel its weight even once it has been lifted, for our backs are too bent. Do you know why I remain in the flesh, Jacob?” Jacob shook his head furtively. “Because I am not the soul we shall deliver unto salvation in the cosmos. I am the toll. The sacrifice made to ensure your safety. As I take this burden unto myself, I accept the burden of all flesh. Do you understand?” He nodded. “So too will I accept your burden. Now, hold still, Jacob…” From the pocket of his robe, the Bishop fished a small pair of pliers. Pushing Jacob’s chin up with one hand, he probed into the automaton’s neck with the other. The pliers pulled free a small cylinder from Jacob’s throat, fitted with miniscule valves that were now bent out of shape. “This penance will set you free. Go now, Jacob. Speak to me again if you have any more troubles.” Jacob attempted to speak, but only a low buzz came out. He bowed and left. The Bishop returned to his quarters, passing a wall of small drawers. Each drawer had a label on it. “Ainsley”. “Bertrand”. “Levy”. The Bishop found the drawer marked “Jacob”, and gently set the cylinder inside, next to a pair of servos already present. His day complete, the Bishop set off to bed. The sun was still shining. Days passed, then weeks. Today, the Bishop ventured into the lower levels of the compound. Down the ladders, into pipes surrounded by the icy ground, the Bishop climbed. He had to pay a visit to the secure dormitories. The corridors were claustrophobic. There were rows of locked rooms; many were empty, but one contained a captured Foundation agent. The Bishop unlocked the door with his keycard, and pushed it open. The room was dark, illuminated by a single fluorescent fixture. In the center of the cell, a woman was fixed to a chair by heavy manacles, and the chair affixed to the floor by thick bolts. She was facing away from the entrance. The Bishop could see that in many places her thick black hair had fallen out, replaced by grey metal plates that grew from her skull. Her arms had already become long, iron constructions, as the now-vestigial skin and muscle had fallen away. The Bishop cleared his throat. “Hello.” She jumped in her seat, apparently woken from sleep. She strained to turn her neck to look at him. “Who’s there?” “I am the Bishop of this compound. I want to formally welcome you.” He walked around her, standing in front of her now. She squinted at him, her eyes flashing with something unknown. “You… you’re… Max?” The Bishop didn’t respond. He just stared at her, expression blank. “You… do you remember? Stigma-9, right? Back when… back before Operation Hippodrome went to shit? I thought you… died.” A racking pain spread through her chest, forcing her to cough. “But here you are. Leading tickers? On fucking Europa?” She laughed bitterly. “Destabilizing the Church turned out to be a big joke, didn’t it? A stable Church wouldn’t have tried to fill cities with two-one-seven. But you know what they say about cornered animals.” A ticking sound filled the room as she sighed. “I was sent to kill you, wasn’t I? What… what happened to you, Max? What are you doing? Did you… did you stab us in the fucking back? Or did the Foundation scramble your head too hard? Now you’re, what, leading a few dozen tickers? Or posing as the patriarch of a reunified Church?” The Bishop shook his head, still silent. He walked around her again, out of her field of vision, and to the door. Her voice began to buzz and crack. “No. Please. You have to tell me. Just… just… tell me you remember. Please.” The Bishop stopped at the door. “I look forward to welcoming you into the congregation proper. As soon as your conversion is complete.” And the Bishop proceeded out the door, walking briskly back down the hallway. The door closed and locked behind him, and the Foundation agent was alone again. Far above the sheets of ice, the sun began to set on Europa, and the Bishop settled for sleep.

rating: 0 + x Item #: SCP-XXXX Object Class: Keter Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX occurrences in uncontrolled, civilian environments are to be suppressed via standard amnestic treatment for families and general associates of the affected person. Fabrication of a non-anomalous cause of death is permitted, to be approved on a case-by-case basis by the director of the attendant suppression force. In order to prevent SCP-XXXX occurrences during Foundation staff recruitment, the guidelines enumerated in Addendum XXXX-1 must be followed unless given authorization by personnel Level 4 or above. Research into the mechanism of SCP-XXXX and counters to it is considered top-priority. Description: SCP-XXXX is a phenomenon by which a person who has had no cognizant contact with the anomalous, upon witnessing incontrovertible evidence of anomalous phenomena, disappears in a flash of white light, instantaneously, and leaving no residue. SCP-XXXX occurs in approximately 15% of events in which a civilian learns of the anomalous. SCP-XXXX is prevalent both in bystanders to uncontained anomalous phenomena and in those who are intentionally introduced to the anomalous, such as in staff recruiting for normalcy protection agencies. There are no known ways to reliably predict who will or will not be affected by SCP-XXXX, nor are SCP-XXXX manifestations preceded by any consistent tells, but several trends have been noted. Most SCP-XXXX affected persons are in their mid-20's to mid-30's. Most SCP-XXXX affected persons have no known ongoing romantic or sexual relationships. Most SCP-XXXX affected persons have at least one college degree. Many SCP-XXXX affected persons are self-identified enthusiasts of the horror genre of fiction. SCP-XXXX was first observed in the early 20th century, and was assumed by individual researchers of the phenomenon to be isolated incidents, as SCP-XXXX was significantly rarer and Foundation activity significantly more limited. It was not until the early 1950's with the advent of collated Foundation databases that a link was established between the cases. Since then, SCP-XXXX has grown increasingly frequent in anomalous breach scenarios. It is highly possible that in the case of a large-scale breach of normalcy SCP-XXXX may result in millions of instantaneous civilian casualties. Addendum SCP-XXXX-1: Preventing SCP-XXXX in Foundation Recruitment Given the limited quantity of suitable recruits, minimizing SCP-XXXX occurrences in recruitment is essential. The following procedures may only be waived in situations where great expediency of recruitment is required, although alternative recruitment methods may prove more viable in such scenarios (see Contingency AO-2140 for details). Potential Foundation recruits are to be informed that a secretive branch of government is considering them as potential employees. During the standard vetting process, the potential recruit will be taken to a Foundation front office for what they are told will be a standard interview. If no Foundation office is nearby, the recruitment officer may choose a suitable, private civilian location, such as the potential recruit's home, for conducting the interview. Once underway, the recruitment officer is to inform the potential recruit that they are administering a standard psychological test to gauge certain reactions and preconceptions. The recruit is to be advised that, while some of the questions may seem irrelevant, it is essential that they be treated seriously and answered truthfully. Then, the following questions must be asked, in order: 1. Have you ever thought about yourself in relation to the universe? 2. Have you ever considered whether or not you matter to the universe? 3. How big of a hole would you leave if you suddenly disappeared? 4. Do you enjoy science fiction films? 5. Have you ever attended a showing of the film Men in Black? 6. Isn't it convincing? 7. Are you familiar with the theory that the universe is a simulation, or a hologram, projected from a universe that is truly real? 8. Do you believe that, if the universe were a simulation, its creators would be willing to shut it off? 9. If you had created our universe, would you shut it off? 10. If you had created yourself, would you shut yourself off? Each answer must be recorded. If the answer to question 6 was anything other than affirmative, the potential recruit must not advance further in the process. Since this measure was enacted, occurrences of SCP-XXXX among Foundation recruits have dropped to 5%.

Item #: SCP-XXXX Object Class: Euclid Special Containment Procedures: Description: SCP-XXXX is a 3 storey office building in uptown Seattle, owned by "Moon Microsystems Limited", an organization only found in documents relating to SCP-XXXX's ownership. SCP-XXXX's interior is typical for an office building, possessing offices, meeting rooms, and cubicle workplaces for individual employees. SCP-XXXX contains a vast subterranean component, consisting of additional office floors extending an unknown depth underground. SCP-XXXX is estimated to employ at least 10,000 Seattle residents within it.

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1 Pure rod of cold iron 2 Cups of moth's wings 1 Egg from a wilde sparrow 5 pounds of grounde marble 1 Large mixing bowle STEPS: Crack the sparrow's egg into the bowle. Sprinkle with moth's wings and one pinche of marble (do not reuse the remaining pounds! they are useless now!) while mixing with iron rod. Repeat incantation: "O Lord who does live in the atoms

we owe all our lives to thy reactions!

Please bless this winged stone

that we may spread your light further!" If incanted correctly, one cup of weapons-grayde uranium shall materielize. Arthur nodded. He thanked the stone figure leaning over him, its finger still outstretched towards the shelf of scrolls, and stuffed the roll parchment haphazardly into his backpack. He then started the hike back to the Way home. The Artist stared blankly at Arthur as he took a sip of tea. The cafe was mostly empty. Arthur and the Artist shared a secluded corner. His gaze seemed to make contact somewhere behind Arthur's head. Finally, he spoke. "I don't think it's a good idea." Arthur was prepared for this. "Destruction always brings great change. It'd be better in the long run." "No, no, no. You can't… you literally can't know how many people that would kill. Besides, how would you even… get that?" "Got a scroll from the Library. Incantations and everything. It's child's play." "Ugh. How ironic." There was a moment of silence, and the Artist squinted. "Did you sleep last night?" Arthur had hoped it wouldn't be noticeable. "Of course I did. Why wouldn't I sleep?" He wasn't having any of it. "Look, I… I can't help you with this." "I wasn't looking for help." "You weren't, were you? You wanted… approval. Consent." "I mean, of a sort." Arthur tried to catch the Artist's attention, but he refused to make eye contact with anything other than his tea. "You're… among the most levelheaded people I know." "…thanks." "It's true, though, right? I mean, way back when, we were just… you kept us safe." The Artist did not respond for a moment. His tea was gone. Finally, he spoke. "It won't be okay anymore. Not if you do this. And it won't make you any more okay." "I don't need to be okay. I need to be cool." The Artist grimaced, but maybe that was just the hollowness of his cup getting to him. He started to talk, but was interrupted by something in the window behind Arthur. "Your ride?" Arthur inquired. "Yeah." "See you later." The Artist got up, leaving his cup behind, and donning his coat. As he was about to leave, he turned. "Don't do this, okay? I know it's hard, but you can't do this." Arthur pretended not to hear. "Good luck at the exhibition." "Yeah… thanks." And the Artist walked away.