SCP-2694

Item #: SCP-2694

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2694 is held in an animal containment unit located in Site-39's organic containment sector. A complete inventory log of all items entering and exiting the containment chamber is to be kept in case of an object becoming integrated with SCP-2694's mass.

Description: SCP-2694 is an animated mass of objects currently in the shape of a Basset Hound (Canis lupus familiaris). The body is primarily composed of parts of stuffed animals, chew toys and children's toys. SCP-2694 has shown that it can re-arrange its composition to take the form of other animals depending on how many toys it has been given.

Even if SCP-2694 does not have a sufficient quantity of material it will still attempt to re-arrange itself into large canine forms. This can result in its bodily integrity becoming unstable. Different objects have varying effects on SCP-2694's behaviour and form. Aggressively themed toys, such as plastic weapons, will result in more aggressive behaviour. Once any object considered a usable toy is brought within 10 cm of SCP-2694, they will latch themselves onto its body without the need of assistance. Once an object has latched itself to SCP-2694, it can not be removed, except by SCP-2694 itself. See test log for further details.

After they are worn down to a certain level, portions of SCP-2694's body will become detached. SCP-2694 shows no interest in picking up objects which have fallen from its body, but will seek to replace it. If its body is not replenished SCP-2694's behavior will deteriorate along with its bodily integrity.

X-ray analysis shows that SCP-2694 has a canine skeletal structure. Chemical testing has shown the bones are from a single animal, which may have been buried for some time prior to exhibiting its anomalous effect.

SCP-2694 was discovered on 09/19/2013, after unusual police dispatches regarding a Minnesotan man by the name of George Coleridge whom had passed away in his backyard were intercepted. Workers sent to clean the deceased's home reported the SCP-2694 anomalous phenomenon.

Upon investigation of the Mr. Coleridge's home, Foundation agents discovered a makeshift shrine dedicated to Mr. Coleridge's childhood. Items upon it contained a varied array of photos, toys, scraps of fabric, and a water-damaged journal appearing to document the process of how SCP-2694 came to be.

The following is a transcript of the damaged papers recovered from Mr. Coleridge's home. Much of the journal was water damaged, as it had been stored in an unprotected fashion throughout various other debris present in the home.

+Journal scrap 1 -Blank white paper, grease stained. undated I'm so dejected and rejected. This place is a mess. I live in a dump. Old rotten house. Free housing isn't worth getting soaked when it rains and baking when the sun rises. Rotten down to the core.

But I have to live somewhere. Couldn't afford to live in one of those 'communities' even if I want to. January I need companionship. It's not free I need a dog not free ?

+Journal scrap 2 -Lined paper scraps October [illegible] old woman down the street in the old herb shop. She had such a nice smile. Probably doesn't know people don't want those kind of herbs here. Got free samples. Trick or treaters came by tonight. Thought about giving them the samples but those are mine. Stop ringing nobody's home [illegible] I've got to get out of this place. Could get a job. Get money to live somewhere else. But I can't go somewhere else. I can fix it here. Later. [illegible] was a compassionate smile. Herb shop might be hiring. I burn one of the herbs and it made a smoke that smelled good.

+Journal scrap 3 -Index Note Cards attached by paper clip February

[illegible] grave was still out there. That was a companion. [illegible] eyes and I always kept her fur clean. Never had puppies because she never left the house. In my room, she's watching me from the door as I'm playing with trucks. Maybe she scratches at the door, dad yells. Then she came back to me again. My door still has the scratches. It stinks of something. [illegible section, visible fragments indicate describing a "journey" of some sort] Going back to the herb shop TOMORROW BUY or GET: Shovel

Tarp

Metal Detector(?)

Herbs tired

+Journal scrap 4 -Paper towel, intact with roll [illegible] last night by the sound of barking and clacking down the wooden floor hallway, I could of sworn it was Molly barking. But the pitch was wrong. It's trying. Can't remember it just from the bones. Maybe I don't remember. I got a letter from a girl. Said she was my granddaughter. But when she sniffed it and cracked rotten obviously she was trying to convey something to me. I've made it this far. Once I fix her right then we can do me. Something worthwhile has finally happened in this house. The pictures on the walls are going to be looking on me with envy now. [illegible] I emptied the bowls and put them back outside by Molly's grave where they should be. [illegible] ALways close. So close. Close close Close close Close close Close. I'm just so frustrated. But I almost remember all of this. I follow the chain but it's sunk in too deep and nothing Molly does feels right anymore. When she's next to me it's cold and I smell something underneath her fuzz. It's lumpy underneath and her head hurts my hands. What kind of sick joke is this? [illegible] granddaughter is [illegible] wants to [illegible] home. I think she's arranging to skulk outside and try looking in. Stop ringing nobody's home I do not have a dog anymore.

+Journal scrap 5 - Etched into bathroom tile 07/09/2013 I put more toys out for Molly today I read in a book at the library that burning herbs eases the spirits Every late evening now I'm sitting by Molly's grave all night tonight with some blankets I am going to burn [illegible] come sunset I want this to end

Addendum: Testing log