"Hit it again." There was a moment of silence. A brief pause, then chaos. Through the graphene-reinforced glass, the view turned outward, then inward, folding in on itself. A bright light, free radicals bouncing off the shielded observation deck and back as the space within warped and distorted. "Alright, we're looking at, uh, shit. D-USUSAS2-G. Dee dash you ess-" "C'mon, Amber, remember your codes." "You remember your fucking codes, Campbell. Dee dash you ess you ess-" Outside, the sounds of gunfire emanated, cut short abruptly by some unknown force from the halls beyond the sealed chamber doors. Somewhere, past the airlock and the secondary shields lie the scourge of humanity. It was, well, the two didn't know exactly what it was. It wasn't even designated. The item was in Special Containment over at the one of the Anomalous Objects warehouses on the Site-19 campus. Low level anomalies. Color-changing ping pong balls, mugs that filled themselves with grapefruit juice. That sort of thing. It constantly leaked a black sludge that would fill its containment area, and this required daily cleanup. No one wanted to deal with it, so management made D-Class clean the chamber and rarely looked back on the thing since. There it was, the end of the world, right there, hiding in plain sight. "Dimensional, Unstable, Stationary, Unaided…", Dr. Amber Lombardi paused as the entire room shook. They were thirty floors down. They were thirty floors beneath the surface of a doomed planet and they were all going to die. "Unstable, no go, hit it again." Another flash of light. The inner chamber turned on a gradient into a deep red, the center of the accelerator rapidly transitioning into dead brush and shale. The interior was now the exterior. "S-SSUPAH1-G. Spacial, Stable, Stationary, Unaided, Personal Area, Hazardous- no, no, we have to try again." A muffled slam as a large body was thrown against the outer doors. The two looked up, for an instant, then caught themselves. They didn't have an instant to spare. There are infinite worlds, endless whens and wheres. Yet, there was but very little time to get there. With her hand on a lever, Lombardi flung it forward and retracted it back as the dual-spin singularities rearranged themselves in another of a billion combinations. Their topography was key, two rotating black holes that could point to anywhere, anytime. The electromagnetic barriers that held them in place fended off most radiation that leaked from the two meshed rips in space-time, but that didn't stop the device from shaving minutes off their lives every time she flipped that lever. Inside, the view turned into black, speckled with points of white light. The center of the chamber became deep space, sensors indicating massive strain of force with warning lights and alarms- depressurization. The machine graced their ears with the sounds of bending metal. "Oh- fuck, no, again. Flip it. Flip it now!" And she did. And again. And again. All the while, the Idea crept forth and claimed minds. As it did, it gained form, first imperceptible, then slowly gaining opacity, ridges and corners, solidifying themselves within the confines three measly dimensions. The endless halls of Site-19, the hub, ever so cherished, were filling with pools of dark, viscous tar. There, it would remain, perfectly preserved. The remnants of the dead would be lost to oceans of oily black. Soon later, the whole world would drown.







TWELVE HOURS EARLIER

"Researcher Campbell. Campbell. Campbell. Aberdeen!" A woman in a white coat raised her head, swiftly, jolted awake by another form that stood aside her desk. In front of her, mounds of paperwork littered the area. She had been drooling on a grant request from RAISA for three thousand red ball-point pens. This is what her life had become. She glanced up, clearing the grogginess of sleep from her eyes, to see Site-19 Director H. Wyatt with a concerned look on his face. He was a gruff man, whose coarse nature beguiled those around him away from his rather benign self. "Sorry, Director Wyatt. I didn't sleep well last night, they have me on all sorts of meds after my transfer from Site-01. I still can't think straight. No medical leave though. Them's the breaks." "Alright, well, if you need to sleep, do it in the lounge. It gives a bad impression to sleep at your desk." "Yes, of course." Turning back to look at her desk, Sr. Researcher Aberdeen Campbell let out an exasperated sigh and contemplated her life for the umpteenth time. A few years ago she had been working at the archives over at zero-one, which was not a fun job to have, to say the least. It was probably the most boring place in Foundation ownership. Almost anomalously uninteresting, but not quite. That kind of bland. Site-01 had been going through a major change of structure, with thousands of hard-copy documents in deep storage still not yet transferred onto the servers, Aberdeen had spent her time there working meticulously with little payoff, just like she did now. It wasn't always like this. She knew, deep down, that there was more to her story than mountains of cellulose and ink and a bad case of carpal tunnel. She had been reassigned to the archives after having been exposed to some sort of antimeme. Something she had been studying before, when she worked over at Information and Data Analysis. That's what they tell her, anyway. They also told her she had done a good job at it, not that it really mattered at this point. That period of her life felt like a blur of confusion and headaches. It was a blur of confusion and headaches. Before that it was… Let's just say her memory doesn't get any better going back. Antimemes were some of the worst things that never technically existed. She furrowed her brow, then drew a slow breath. Pushing herself away from her responsibilities, Aberdeen decided on a much-needed caffeine boost. Meandering out of her cubicle block and into the halls beyond, the humble researcher thought about the many times she had been here, walking through the mostly-Euclidean hallways of Site-19. In her own little world, mind wandering, free from the confines of the less-than-savory parts of her life, Aberdeen was taken off guard at one of Site-19's many connecting pathways, traveling into the path of someone who was in a rather brisk stride. Since there were no traffic lights in any of the four-way intersections of the complex, who was at fault could not be known. The two collided in a show of scattered documents and apologies. Campbell didn't recognize the dark-haired woman, but she seemed as though she was in a little too much of a hurry. "So sorry, I was distracted-", she began, bending down to pick up the papers. Before she could, someone grabbed her wrist. "It's fine, but, please. Let me." The woman, short but with an air of authority, scrambled to grab the documents. As she did, Campbell was able to make out some of the contents, and her eyes widened. "In-house spacio-temporal gateways? You mean-" The woman cut her off with a sharp look and a hush. "Please, have a little tact. What is your clearance level, young woman?" Taken aback, slightly offended, Aberdeen retorted with one of the few things she had left from her previous work experience. "Four. Don't tell me, you're an oh-five. Or did they make level four-point-five just for you?" The woman rolled her eyes, then glanced around briefly before turning back. "Yes, Site-19 just got its first Class-A wormhole generator. And it is beautiful. Amber Lombardi, head of Extradimensional Affairs." "Abby- er- Aberdeen Cambell, clerical jockey, pleased to meet you." "Clerical?" She raised an eyebrow. "How does a paper pusher like you, no offense, get level four clearance?" Campbell was offended. "I used to do a lot more than push papers. I'd share the details but they're a bit hazy." "Don't tell me, antimemetics? Don't they have drugs for that now?" Aberdeen thought of the little orange pills. "Mnestics. Yes. Some of them have been shown to aid in memory restoration. And I've been on them for years now. This wasn't your typical antimeme, but they insist I keep trying. Sometimes I'll get flashes of things, like scenes from a film where you can't make out what the characters look like or why they even matter to the story-" She paused. Lombardi was looking at her like she had two heads more than the Foundation was used to. "Ah, sorry, sorry. You probably don't want to hear my life story." Amber's eyes softened. "It's not that. I'm just- I'm sorry. That must be so hard." "I'm getting through it. Listen, I was on my way for a cup of coffee- you want one?" She shook her head. "Thank you, but I really should get over to Extradimensional. They're expecting a presentation on the new portal." "I'll leave you to it, then.", Campbell motioned a good-bye and finished her journey to the break room, leaving the other woman to whatever the Foundation needed her for next.









"Your turn, mate." D-8102 grabbed the mop from his cellmate with a dejected glare. "You know I hate you, right?" D-0914 smirked and leaned back against the featureless wall behind him. "Yeah, you hate all of us, and I don't really like you either. Still." His eyes motioned to the floor. "Alright, alright." D-8102 dunked the mop head into a wheeled bucket of gray-brown water and stabbed at the floor like it owed him money. Sometimes you wished you could live another life, sometimes you wished you were dead. D-8102 was feeling a mix of both. He could barely make out his own reflection in the puddle of black ooze he was cleaning, and he didn't recognize the man he saw, clad in orange, toiling until that unknown day where you get gassed like the rest of them. Or so they say. He hadn't been around enough long enough to know if the sweet release of death was actually something he got to look forward to. "Squidface leaving you be?" D-8102 paused his task and wiped his brow, contemplating. "Not really. Why do you care?" "I don't. Small talk." The monstrous asshole they had affectionately termed "Squidface" existed solely as a lingering presence. The two could feel it in the air, and hear it in the soft, indeterminate whispers that danced around their ears. It was nothing new to D-8102, who had been assigned to the task of lamp cleanup two weeks prior. D-0914, on the other hand, was fresh out the pen. For your first interaction with the anomalous, ol' Squiddy was a bum rap. Sure, there were plenty of worse things, things that would turn you inside out but keep you ticking, things that dissolved you, slowly, over a period of a thousand years. Something about that lamp was just rotten, and it wasn't the rancid sludge it wept through nonexistent eyes. It was its persistence that really got to the two, and it got to everyone eventually. Not being able to shut it up or ask the lab goons for help made it all the worse. Sure, there would be the ones who tell you that you were doing something honorable or making up for the shit you've done, and that might have been true, but there was something awful about quietly losing your mind and not being able to tell anyone. D-8102 absentmindedly prodded the mop against the floor, listless. He looked over at the lamp, then away when it got to be too loud. He felt the otherworldly presence it was linked to, a being of terror and madness and black oil. He felt the hairs on his neck stand and pushed the presence away as best as he could. "Hey, fucking watch where you're mopping-" D-0914 chastised him, his white shoes now covered in a sticky dark paste. Trying to clean it off, he struggled to free his footwear from the tar. He pulled, and it gave way, but he had over-calculated, throwing him off balance. The prisoner fell, grabbing at the the nearby nightstand for balance. It caught him, and he began to right himself, but stopped, looking up in shock as the lamp tumbled from its place. Transfixed, the two watched, almost in slow motion, as the lamp hit the ground, shattering, plunging the room into complete darkness. Then the laughing began.









Campbell was on her way back to her desk when the alarms started. Standard containment breach klaxon, which was not uncommon for Site-19, a place that had its fair share of problems. Silently, she and her coworkers stood and waited for the announcement on the PA- one that would tell them whether or not they should evacuate, hide under their desks, or pray to whatever god they choose. After a minute, they worried it would not come, that something had happened to them and would soon happen to all of them. Another moment later, a sitewide tone echoed through the hallways, followed by: "Attention Site-19 personnel. Containment breach of unknown magnitude in progress. Evacuate immediately. Avoid AO Warehouses if at all possible. AO Warehouse B confirmed compromised." So, something had gotten loose in the Anomalous Objects warehouses, the place where mundane artifacts go to die. Something that had been a little more dangerous than the folks who dropped it off there had realized. "Attention Site-19 personnel. Containment breach of unknown magnitude in progress. Evacuate immediately. Avoid travel through AO Warehouses. AO Warehouse A and B confirmed compromised." And it was heading this way, by the looks of it. Campbell's desk was eight floors below the surface of the planet. Her colleagues had already begun their ascent, but she hadn't moved. Was she paralyzed with fear? Anticipation? She wasn't sure. Something in her gut told her not to go up. Sure, there weren't any other ways out besides through the surface, where the unknown threat approached. Perhaps, she had thought, they would recontain it soon enough, and there would be no need for an evacuation, the day would continue as it normally does. The klaxon cut short abruptly a second later. Then, the light disappeared with the loud whir of power loss followed by silence, the entirety of the Site-19 campus plunging into darkness. Aberdeen stood, eyes waiting to adjust, heart pounding as a new sound started, a commotion in the upper floors. Then, someone screamed. The darkness persisted, and Aberdeen waited with her heart in her throat. How long does it take for the backup generator to kick in? Why did the lights fail in the first place? Unknowns filled the gaps in Campbell's mind, the seed of anxiety, growing in a multitude of paths. There were two stairwells that ran the depth of the facility, used primarily for emergency situations, and

SCP-XXXX phenomena being demonstrated. Infohazardous information redacted. Item #: SCP-XXXX Object Class: Euclid Special Containment Procedures: At present time, SCP-XXXX is uncontainable. Information relating to the process by which SCP-XXXX is achieved should be removed from both public knowledge and all non-essential documentation when applicable. Due to the unpredictability of the results of SCP-XXXX phenomena, testing is currently suspended. At no time are any individuals to leave objects in spaces encountered through SCP-XXXX phenomena, nor are any objects found in said spaces to be brought outside the area of effect. Description: SCP-XXXX is an abstract concept that describes an action. The exact definition of SCP-XXXX and certain key pieces of information pertaining to the execution of the action are vectors for learning how to manifest its effect and thus have not been described in this document. Approximately 22% of individuals instructed on the definition of SCP-XXXX are able to learn how to manifest its anomalous properties. SCP-XXXX is described in non-hazardous terms as an anomalous form of liminal interfacing that can allow an individual to merge with or enter into conceptual landscapes acting as a physical representation of the object or concept in question. This effect is subject to a high degree of ontokinetic uncertainty when evoked- spaces can alter their own composition, layout, and texture at seemingly random. These changes can range from mild to extremely hazardous to human life. As such, testing and exploration is restricted to D-Class personnel only. (See Addendum XXXX.2) Addendum XXXX.1 D-Class Testing Logs DOC EXPL/XXXX-A ABSTRACT: D-8352 was instructed on the proper means of executing SCP-XXXX and placed in a standard testing chamber fitted with closed-circuit cameras. D-8352 was equipped with a lapel camera and two-way earpiece for communication with Agent H. Langstaff for the duration of the test. [BEGIN LOG] Cameras all come live simultaneously, D-8352 inspecting the locked door he had just entered from. D-8352: So you just want me to [INFOHAZARD REDACTED] ? Where? The room is empty. Agent Langstaff: Pick a wall. Remember the instructions carefully. D-8352 approaches the far wall and executes SCP-XXXX. D-8352: What, like this- oh. D-8352's hand appears to sink into the wall, the texture of the concrete appearing to stretch and indent like latex. D-8352: Cold. Wet. No, just cold. What am I supposed to be doing? Agent Langstaff: Please continue your [INFOHAZARD REDACTED] into the wall. Subject is seen struggling as they force themselves into the wall. As soon as they pass completely into the structure, the indentation snaps back and returns to the texture and hardness of standard concrete. D-8352 is not seen in the chamber. Their camera records a seemingly infinite space made of the same concrete. D-8352: last d-class has strange amount of control over space, linked to personal hume fields and resistance to reality-warping effects Addendum XXXX.2 MTF with type-green experience/resistance/abilities (omega-12?) exploration log of conceptual space goes here

"Your visions will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes. Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate." - Carl Jung



"Hey!"

"Heyyyyy!"

"Hey, listen!"

When the HERO opened its eyes, it knew of confusion and nothing else. Roused from a sleep that was as instant as it was endless, the champion's form slowly remembered who it was and, more importantly, why it was. Brushing away fading dreams, memories of distant lives or other places from days long past, the HERO was greeted by a shining form that stood before it. It was radiant and beautiful, like a warm and glowing embrace, one of a goddess and a matriarch. The room it inhabited was unfamiliar and strange, but that fact mattered little. The details, although hazy, were concrete enough to bring the HERO back to here and now. The mission, the purpose of it all. The champion yawned. " HERO , your time has come. Do you remember your past? The great calamity slain that rises once more. He who brought its blight unto the people of Homeworld, the destroyer. It lives, and it festers in the Valley of the Forgotten. Life cries out as a beckoning to its savior." Oh, not this bit again. The HERO stood and shook off the fatigue of a billion wars, the nobility of its blood surging without a second of hesitation. Clear, awake and aware, the warrior surveyed the room. A small hut, made of wood and fiber and leaf. The sun was shining through the entry, signaling the dawn of a new day. Yes, it all made sense now. The warrior, ever elegant in its design, drew its gaze to the one that had awakened him. A feminine being, whose inner light was an outer light, ineffable- She who brings the call to action, her shining visage a sight to behold, beautiful and without flaw. A princess, or spirit of the woods, or whatever she was. She had her role, and she played it perfectly. The HERO gazed upon her figure and understood. "How did I get here?" " HERO , you were injured from your toils, the wars of many worlds. I have rescued you, brought you to my people, so your destiny can be fulfilled." "Right, destiny. I remember now." "Good. Then you shall go forth, and defeat the darkness, the world-eater, and bring peace to this realm, for it is your fate, and your duty. The wheel of fortune spins in your favor. Ready yourself and make haste." The HERO gave a nod, knowing what it must do, the path that laid before it. It was open, the information was there, in the space-between-spaces. The preamble, which it had known so well, and traveled so many times before. As the one, the paragon, exited its chambers, it emerged into a lush world, expansive in its design. The limits were boundless, the creation magnificent, and there it existed, solely for they, the warrior. The champion was oblivious to this, the scheme that surrounded it, for his selflessness was all-encompassing, its empathy grand and its heart ever-pure. The HERO felt it all and, for a brief moment, was euphoric within its place, its part in the way-of-things. It set out on its quest without another thought.



Two people in white crowded around a small terminal. The room was small and equally white, with two pale fluorescent lamps that barely touched the dusty corners of the chamber. The shorter of the figures, a young woman, fidgeted in her seat, a look of unease running across her face. "I don't like this. Not one bit." The larger, a burly man with graying hair standing beside the woman, shook his head, apparently lost in thought. The woman took the opportunity to speak again. "There has to be another way. We've been procedurally generating these structures for years. Certainly we could do something, change up the algorithm, maybe assign a few more personnel with writing experience to the team. God knows we are understaffed as it is, and the Overseers won't even give me the time of day-" "Enough.", the man interjected harshly, "We've changed the algorithm. We've gone through our entire budget on bullshit fanfic writers, and for what? 2786 has already begun to poke holes in some of its stories, we need something more… tangible. How long before it understands the nature of its existence? Once it does so, there is no guarantee that its containment procedures will hold." "Sure, but do you really think this is our best shot? They aren't exactly a well known part of the burgeoning pataphysics industry." The man snorted, "One, there is no pataphysics industry, but I think you know that, and, two, we've been sitting on this ad for weeks. Either the account is compromised, or this is all we are getting." "You understand how that doesn't help your case, right?" "He -or she- is a thaumaturgist. I don't think it matters what exactly they make- it's all magic in the end." The woman drew a breath, then continued. "That may be so, but you know this one doesn't exactly have a very good track record. Considering the nature of the entity in question, I'm strongly urging you to reconsider this action." "Do you have a better plan, Researcher Dawson?" "…I- well, no. I just need time." "Fine. You have twenty-four hours to find an alternative route of action. If not, I will proceed as planned." "Yes, sir."



The path to the unholy abomination was fraught with perils, many the HERO had seen before. It danced around dangers with ease, a familiarity known only to it, the warrior. Fight true, spoke the mother-queen, her blessing a kiss on the forehead of the chosen child. Her spirit guiding, pulling the savior to its end, its destiny. Flay the beast with a thousand heads, whose children spawned the trials of the innocent and razed the gates of paradise. Drive your blade into its wretched heart, so it may heed the champion's call, and the voice of the Goddess will sing a song of harmony that will echo throughout the land. It flew through the beast's ghastly domains, retrieving the shattered remnants of the divine amulet, the artifact with which the HERO would use to fell the mighty, nameless evil. It did so with grace and reflexes that only the Archetype would possess, a trait that it had gathered from so many battles it had won throughout its war-torn past. It continued onward in a formulaic stride until it stood at the gates before the great evil itself. Its lair was a crooked tower built atop a lonely mountainside in the outskirts of the kingdom. Our champion slunk through the cold and barren halls to find the creature asleep aside a pile of bones and half-eaten flesh. Quietly and cleanly, the HERO pressed the smooth steel of his blade into its eye, twisting the instrument until death was of certainty. The horrible creature writhed momentarily and was still not long after. There was a brief moment of silence as our paragon protagonist stood, motionless, over the corpse of the supposed greatest evil. It died easily, quivering like a child, not even putting up a fight. The Divine Amulet, whose power was near infinite, lay unused, an endeavor that now was seeming like way too much work to not be utilized once. Even worse, in that moment, with the lifeless corpse of the biggest bad in all the land truly gone, our HERO felt absolutely nothing. The whole scenario just felt wrong. It felt so- Fake. In that moment, the remains of the beast sank into the floor, leaving it bare, unmarked stone. The warrior stared in disbelief, touching the hard stones a moment later to confirm their solid nature. Magicks. Obviously, it thought. Glancing up, the champion was startled to discover the room empty. No bones, no decor. Even the windows were gone. In another moment, the whole world went black.



When the HERO opened its eyes next, it was dark. The night air was cool and crisp with the taste of saltwater. The being clutched it's head in confusion, unable to comprehend what had just happened. A voice to its left made the protagonist jump. "You fall asleep on me? I swear, first day in the field and you're already asleep on the job. At least I'm the one at the wheel." The field? The being thought of the vast plains of the world it had just inhabited. It was gone. It was now… elsewhere. The champion soaked in its surroundings, having let its guard down in its confusion. It was moving, but it was seated. It was in a vehicle, and it was not alone. A young man occupied the seat to its left. He was dressed in a pressed tan suit, a sharp hat accenting an otherwise nondescript face. The HERO looked down to realize it was, too, wearing a suit. I remember now. Fragments of memory assembled themselves within our HERO 's mind. Bits and pieces created fictional backstories and repressed key features of the truth. In a few moments, its mind was full of new ideas and it was none the wiser. "Sorry- I must have drifted." Their partner, a detective by the name of Rockwell, looked them over with an air of concern that was almost real but not quite. Whether or not that was intended remained to be seen. A third voice rang out, this time from the car itself. "Calling all units, 459 in progress at First United, possible 209b, 38th and Willow, reports of shots fired. Any car able to handle code 3, please identify." Rockwell perked up almost instantly, "That's near here. This ought to wake you up, kid." Flipping on the siren, the young detective spun in the street, accelerating in the opposite direction. Picking up the radio, Rockwell spoke the identifier and car number into the handset. The HERO could only look, perplexed. Everything moved in slow motion, the being's mind lost in the beautiful green world it dreamt of not long ago.



Site-180 was in a state of panic when Level 3 Researcher Nalia Dawson reached the main atrium the next morning. Sure, she had seen the messages last night but was advised to stay home. The situation had worked itself out, no? Some time late last night, 2786's terminal issued a warning- the anomaly had triggered the system's auto-restructuring fallback, indicating an early forced departure from a narrative reality. 2786 manipulates reality in strange and unpredictable ways, but this was the first time that the system needed to be used. It meant it was growing, becoming more aware. And with that, its area of influence grows. She imagined, for a moment, a towering, faceless thing. That empty archetype, driven mad with raw awareness of self, toying with reality because it can and being a general pain in the ass. Her mind was returned to focus by the husky visage of Site Director Lewis, who appeared to be hyperventilating. "Tell me you have something, Dawson. Any leads for our cooped up little HERO ? R'n'D is on elevated alert, they say it could be hours, could be days. Hard to say what with the time compression and all." She took a breath. "I spent last night searching for new sites of interest. I have a list." She retrieved a small leather-bound notebook and padded through the pages. "These here are known for high density traffic by Serpent's Hand members, a few occultists of varying faiths, a type green or two. I put an ad up last night." "And?" "Nothing before I left this morning. I'll again check now." Dawson trudged across the floor and into one of Site-180's few computer labs, her superior following shortly behind her. Each contained a few rows of screens, all hooked up to the SCPFnet database as well as a limited internet connection. Hopping onto one of the terminals, she navigated to the onion link of one of the more popular occult forums and found her post inquiring about constructed narrative realities. She had one reply. She could hear Lewis scoff as they realized who had sent it. "At least they are persistent." She exclaimed in a joking-but-not-really-happy sort of way. "You may joke, but we are out of options, Nalia." "But-" Their conversation was cut short by a knock on the door. One of the younger techs, one of the many that she had forgotten the names of over the years, hung in the doorway. His face was pale. "You guys have to come." He wiped the sweat from his forehead. "It's happening again."



"Where is the rest of the tale? :(" - Yeah, so I've been kind of busy, just moved across the country so I've been rather distracted. I figured I should submit this anyway because it says I should submit something, as I don't want to get barred from future OCT festivities when I'll have (presumably) more free time. Here's my outline for the rest of the tale, which I will be completing within the next few days. (minor spoilers) The team decide to allow dado to construct narratives for them. Dado insists that the best narratives are based on real life. Acquired narratives seem to work, but 2786 begins to notice something strange about them The narratives go from simple three act stories to scenes, like from a film. 2786 begins to realize narratives are actually things involving its own containment and various things associated with the Site and etc. Notices scenes involving dado as an individual on a screen. 2786 "wakes up" and escapes with dado's help when 2786 finds a simulated terminal and communicates with him. This entry is an OCT submission. If you haven't read about dado, see here. Many thanks to djKaktus for writing it, plus for being a good sport. Sorry I'm the worst. Downvote this for posterity's sake.

Item #: SCP-XXXX Object Class: Keter Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is kept housed in Provisional Site-XXXX, which is an airtight 10m3 pop-up Class-A containment module. This module should be retrofitted with temperature/humidity control settings and proprietary low lux fixtures spaced evenly throughout and maintained at exactly 13lx. At no time are any objects allowed to be brought into SCP-XXXX or its container. No contents of SCP-XXXX are allowed to be removed once inside. Due to the efforts of OPERATION LEXICON SHUFFLE, SCP-XXXX-A has been successfully neutralized. All previously affected individuals should be administered Class-A Amnestics and released to the general public. In the event of catastrophic semantic restructuring due to the failure of OPERATION LEXICON SHUFFLE, this document is to be reverted to iteration XXXX-12, which has been scrubbed of all potentially hazardous conceptual data. Description: SCP-XXXX is the designation for a 5m3 orthotope of space subject to severe linguistic decohesion. Unlike semantic dissociation zones, conceptual structures possessing complex or multifaceted denotation introduced into the boundaries of SCP-XXXX have a chance to exhibit anomalous behavior in approximately .1% of cases every time that conceptual structure is invoked. Not all concepts introduced this way are affected; it is unknown how this is determined. SCP-XXXX-1 is single piece of paper located inside of SCP-XXXX. SCP-XXXX-1 is crumpled and appears blank. SCP-XXXX-1 is not believed to be anomalous and ages normally. SCP-XXXX-A is the semantic trigger defined by the term "foxing". SCP-XXXX-A has four possible states when invoked, determined at random at each use, defined as SCP-XXXX-A.1 through SCP-XXXX.A.4.

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loading 001.SCP.archive@ dir/arc/e/EE00059.rtf… Event #: EE-00059 Due to the nature of EE-00059, classification as a proper SCP is unnecessary. Knowledge of the existence of EE-00059 is largely credited as non-anomalous due in part by successful disinformation campaigns; therefore, no containment measures are required at this point. Any transmissions or activity arising from EE-00059's vicinity are to be reported and purged of all public knowledge if possible. Event Description: Extranormal Event 00059 was observed on June 14th, 2006, in a region of space roughly 1.6 billion light years from Earth , in the constellation Indus. It was detected via the Neil Gehrels Swift Observatory telescope system as a prolonged gamma ray burst designated GRB 060614. EE-00059-1 is an emergent Class-E "Momentary Lapse of Reason" Wormhole (S-CSMWAUC2T ) that was observed for approximately 102 seconds, during which it exhibited atypical behavior that contradicted all known theoretical and applied models of space-time folds. During the event, EE-00059-1 was observed to behave in a manner that first resembled traditional Einstein–Rosen wormholes, emitting unidentified matter and light, but otherwise resisting the inbound flow of normal matter and likely fatal to organic life due to topological decoherence. However, the region was considered several magnitudes brighter than the predicted calculations implied, to an intensity only suggested to occur in white holes, which have never been observed. Upon closer analysis, EE-00059-1 appeared to be exerting no effect on the surrounding space, evidence that suggests the anomaly had little or no gravitational field. This is more consistent with Ellis wormholes, which are fully-transferable non-flat three dimensional regions of simply connected space-time folds. These paradoxical behaviors cannot co-exist simultaneously as each has physical consequence that manipulates its own scalar field into a state that, by definition, cannot support the initial conditions of the others. EE-00059-2 are a series of low-frequency transmissions that originated from the direction of EE-00059 during the event. Due to the range and speed of radio waves it is likely that anomalous broadcasting equipment may have been used to transmit the messages (See EE-00059-2 Transcript Logs for more information).



loading 001.SCP.archive@ dir/arc/events/other/EE00059-02_Log.rtf… + ACCESS TRANSCRIPT LOG 00059-2-1 confirmed Transcript Log 00059-1-1 Note: This is the first received transmission from the direction of EE-00059, taking place over the course of thirty minutes. Context is unknown and only one party is heard speaking, labelled POI-00059-A. All transmissions are in an unknown language with phonetic and syntactical structure bearing similarities to Sumerian and Mapudungun with an unknown dialect; therefore, a Foundation Cultural Liaison was necessary to help facilitate translation. <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> POI-00059-A: [STATIC]- [maybe/unsure] they can- [STATIC] -us. POI-00059-A: [STATIC]- not spend time, [UNKNOWN; Light?] not far behind. POI-00059-A: No, [UNKNOWN; Light?] left us alone- [STATIC] POI-00059-A: [STATIC]- [maybe/unsure]. POI-00059-A: [UNKNOWN; Light?] there- [STATIC] POI-00059-A: Five, three. Be it- [STATIC] POI-00059-A: [STATIC] -[feel/register] that? POI-00059-A: No, No- [UNKNOWN; Obscenity?] -How? <END TRANSCRIPT> + ACCESS TRANSCRIPT LOG 00059-2-2 confirmed Transcript Log 00059-1-2 Note: Conversation is recorded between what are presumably two parties over a period of five minutes, labelled POI-00059-A and POI-00059-B. Context unknown. <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> POI-00059-A: [STATIC] -is [UNKNOWN; Undone?]. POI-00059-B: I [seem/think] so [likewise/again]. We must move, [maybe/unsure] when [UNKNOWN; Light?] to [catch/grasp] we. POI-00059-A: No need- [STATIC] -that, [detect/see] some wrong [UNKNOWN; Icon?]. POI-00059-B: I [likewise/again], what- [STATIC] -you [seem/think] be because? POI-00059-B: Bad [choose/decide], danger to [detect/see] more, I [seem/think].



POI-00059-B: [STATIC] -there? Seven, four. POI-00059-A: [feel/register]- [STATIC] -we are alone for now. POI-00059-B: But [maybe/unsure] in how- [STATIC] -time. POI-00059-A: [UNKNOWN; Light?] [detect/see] us either way. POI-00059-B: What do we [decide/choose]? I don't want to die, not with so many- [POI-00059-B is drowned out by multiple loud tones] <END TRANSCRIPT> + ACCESS TRANSCRIPT LOG 00059-2-3 confirmed Transcript Log 00059-1-3 Note: This is a short record of the last fragmented conversation recorded from the direction of EE-00059, during which EE-00059-1 was observed for the first time. It took place over a period of ten minutes between two groups of individuals, labelled POI-00059-A and POI-00059-B. <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> POI-00059-A: [STATIC] -One, four- [STATIC] -one, eight, [think/register] that? POI-00059-B: Yes, but we all need to leave, have [UNKNOWN; Responsibility?] to the [UNKNOWN; Bedrock?], men and immortals [again/likewise]. POI-00059-A: [STATIC] -nine- [STATIC] -[again/likewise], nine, one, three- still [UNKNOWN; Gathering?] wave [push/start]. POI-00059-B: Enemy will [grasp/catch] soon, three [maybe/unsure] four- [STATIC] -too far behind! POI-00059-B: [STATIC] -have to move, now! EE-00059-1 is observed opening. Two small objects can be seen occulting the wormhole, but they are too small to discern. POI-00059-A: Wait, we [see/detect] something- [STATIC] -not going to believe me- [STATIC] -[UNKNOWN; Current?] door [see/detect] in the [fog/mist]. POI-00059-A: [Again/Likewise] you [see/detect]- [STATIC] -thing? POI-00059-B: Yes, we [again/likewise], but what of [order/command]? POI-00059-A: [UNKNOWN; Invert?] POI-00059-B: [STATIC]- bad [feel/register] to this, [maybe/unsure] of death- [STATIC] POI-00059-A: [STATIC] -sorry, [UNKNOWN; Name?]. It is the only [choose/decide], we will die in the [UNKNOWN; Empty?]. POI-00059-A: [See/Detect]? [UNKNOWN; Current?]- [STATIC] -small now. Tell- [STATIC] -love them. POI-00059-B: Good luck. POI-00059-A: [STATIC] -we are close to [UNKNOWN; Shoreline?]- [STATIC] -you could [see/detect] this, I can't- [STATIC] POI-00059-B: What? What do you [see/detect]? POI-00059-A: [DISTORTED] POI-00059-B: [UNKNOWN; Name?], please [again/likewise]. One, four- POI-00059-A: [SCREAMING] Object likely corresponding to POI-00059-A is seen redshifting and vanishing into EE-00059-1. POI-00059-B: [UNKNOWN; Obscenity?]! We need to move- [STATIC] -[maybe/unsure] dead. EE-00059-1 closes completely. POI-00059-B: [UNKNOWN; Current?] left. Where did they go? Where- [STATIC] POI-00059-B: No. Not like this. POI-00059-B: [STATIC]



POI-00059-B: This is [UNKNOWN; Name?] of [UNKNOWN; Bedrock?] Survival Transport Ship, we were attacked. Many remain, but Earth- Earth was [UNKNOWN; Undone?], left into [mist/fog]. We [maybe/unsure] if- [STATIC] -my words in time. We are moving to star group ██-██-██. Please- anyone, [maybe/unsure]- [STATIC] -some help. We are without home, left to [rot/decay] in the [UNKNOWN; Empty?]. POI-00059-B: [UNKNOWN; Light?] arrives. We have to travel through wave [push/start] [UNKNOWN; Wheel?] now. [Again/Likewise], moving to group ██-██-██. POI-00059-B: [STATIC] -help us all. <END TRANSCRIPT>



The Altruist-9 Probe located in the Site-88 Aerospace hangar.

loading 00059.SCP.archive@ dir/arc/e/EE00059_Exploration.rtf… On May 18th, 2027, the Foundation proposed the construction of the Altruist-9 deep space probe in order to observe the status of EE-00059's location, which was approved by a majority vote of the O5 council. In the event EE-00059-1 reemerges upon contact with the location, the Altruist-9's support structures and core payload are kept encased in an exotic polypeptide oligomer weave derived from the wreckage of [DATA PURGED PER O5 REQUEST] . In order to reach EE-00059 within a reasonable amount of time, the Altruist-9 was constructed with a faster-than-light (FTL) drive and high efficiency solar sails. However, due to expected adverse quantum effects resulting from non-baryonic exotic matter used in the drone's construction, overall travel time is likely to be impacted.

UPDATE: On February 26th, ████, the date of the Altruist-9's arrival into EE-00059's location, initial readings were recorded and proven to be non-anomalous. Shortly afterward, however, activity from the region was detected; EE-00059-1 was seen manifesting adjacent to the probe, which was then piloted inside. The phenomenon once again ceased action after 102 seconds. Due to the atypical and intense nature of these manifolds, the Altruist-9 will likely not be recovered from contact with EE-00059-1. However, functional capabilities of the probe's inner core are assumed to have survived traversal and continues to make observations on EE-00059-1's opposite side until contact is reestablished on an unspecified date.



SCP-001

loading 05.001.SCP.archive@ dir/arc/mainlist/SCP-001.rtf… Item #: SCP-001 Object Class: Netzach Special Containment Procedures: N/A Description: SCP-001 is the designation for the planetary body known as Earth. Given that SCP-001 has existed for the entirety of human memory and written history, the anomalous improbability of Earth's nature as compared to all other planets in the observable universe investigated by the Foundation's TELLUS Program is widely regarded as "normal" within public perception. Personnel are to remind themselves daily of the anomalous nature of the planet, especially during times of perceived ennui in regards to their participation within the Foundation or when engaging in dissenting thought patterns. Personnel are to encourage one another to persevere through difficult workplace situations with the knowledge that the planet we inhabit is anomalous in its entirety, and actively resists the order of civilization with chaos and aberration. Doing so has increased both productivity and containment success rates, the latter of which by over 12% in the last five years. SCP-001-E1 is the designation for the remains of a spacecraft recovered during an archeological expedition in the Atacama Desert of Chile in 1946, led by American Paleontologist Dr. Hubert ███████. ███████ immediately reported his findings to the Society for American Archaeology, piquing the interest of a number of different parties.



The remaining components of the ship's outer hull were excavated and found to be comprised of highly durable exotic polymers that appeared unaffected by time or exposure to the elements. Various dating methods have analyzed the material and yielded inconsistent results. Despite this, recovered information suggests the vessel was several billion years old. Large areas of SCP-001-E1 appeared to have been converted into makeshift livingspace, implying the vehicle was intact when it landed and did not crash upon its arrival. Additionally, remnants of effects such as clothing, electronics and furniture were recovered as well, all possessing anomalous materials and abilities that resisted normal wear to varying degrees. The full size of the vessel is unknown but considered to be large enough to contain a moderate population of humans, the remains of which presumably decomposed naturally, aside from POI-001, who was recovered from within SCP-001-E2. SCP-001-E2 is a set of 32 36 highly advanced cryogenic stasis pods that were discovered among the wreckage in a partially powered 'hibernation' mode when SCP-001-E2 was excavated. Of all the pods discovered, only one was still functional and contained [DATA PURGED PER O5 REQUEST] , whose core tenets and general distrust of anomalous artifacts would establish the Foundation's presence on Earth as a force to contain aberrant objects, locations, and phenomena- beginning with those found inside SCP-001-E1. Also found among the rubble were several anomalous data storage devices that appeared effectively destroyed, despite being comprised of similarly resistant exotic materials as other items found inside SCP-001-E1, implying they may have been damaged intentionally. Analysis revealed the only salvageable information, recovered from a 2 cm2 fragment composed of an extremely compressed form of multilayered information medium, presented as a set of thin layers of vertically stacked sets of data. The documents recovered from the interpreted data were then translated from their original language, which was comprised entirely of Class I cognitohazardous glyphs that appear similar to the engravings found on SCP-093. These glyphs seem to cause a subjective "Rosetta Stone" effect in readers, allowing for full comprehension of the material regardless of previously known languages and/or reading level. Analysis of the language is ongoing. Recovered excerpts can be found in the attached file SCP-001 Recovered Materials Log.





loading 05.001.SCP.archive@ dir/arc/mainlist/SCP-001-recovered-materials-log.rtf… ACCESS 001-E1-a89.rtf confirmed Alteration #: A.89

Classification: Biological/Neurological Details: Implementation of A.89 Behavior Complex is considered a success and requires no further alterations at this time. In the event of a future Class VIII Atmospheric Hazard Scenario, A.89 tactics will be modified and enacted immediately in order to minimize casualties and integrate new humanoid lifeforms into suitable host environments. A.89 Behavior Complex was implemented on 7 124.5, 8.4B during successful host integration on Earth-like terrestrial planet AXIOM-8. During relocation from Earth Prime after its destruction via solar collision, AXIOM-8 was deemed most suitable for humanoid life. AXIOM-8 was contacted and verified to be uninhabited and contained a nitrogen-primary atmosphere. Establishment of basic infrastructure and humanoid containment/living areas was interrupted due to a Class VIII Atmospheric Hazard Scenario in which AXIOM-8 became contaminated by approximately 21% volume of highly corrosive quantities of O 2 , rendering it near-fatal to most life forms and requiring implementation of A.89. A.89 is a group of involuntary reflexes and modifications to base physiology that alter the general biological qualities of new life forms generated using the Foundation Bio-Evolution Catalyst Machine. A.89's primary complex is an involuntary oscillatory action involving a short inhalation of air, followed by the expansion of the eardrum that correctly balances out hyper-pressurization of the surrounding environment and accounts for the loss of nitrogen in certain pockets of the atmosphere where oxygenation becomes temporarily imbalanced. Additionally, minor alterations are underway that assist in the utilization of oxygen as a means to support life in general. Research ongoing. Additional Notes: Experimentation This is a brief summation of various tests performed on lifeforms undergoing application of A.89 using the Foundation Biological Evolution Catalyst Machine. Test Number Life form Resultant Effect A.89-1 Earth Prime reptile (small) Application failure. Exposure to AXIOM-8 causes massive otorrhagia due to changes in pressurization and rapid cell oxidization. A.89-2 Earth Prime reptile (small) Application failure. Subject dies from seizure when attempting to utilize new physiological changes. Neural connective pathways to be readjusted to account for this. A.89-8 Earth Prime reptile (large) Application partial success. Exposure to AXIOM-8 sustainable for two cycles longer than usual before succumbing to cell oxidation. A.89 behavior exhibited and appeared to prevent nitrogen deprivation; lipid measurements taken and proven to be normal. A.89-15 Earth Prime reptile (large) Application partial success. Exposure causes no pressure imbalances, A.89 behavior exhibited throughout. Lapses into coma shortly after due to nitrogen deprivation. A.89-22 Earth Prime reptile (large) Application partial success. Physiological adaptability was found to grow out of control. Subject is resistant to termination but receives damage normally before recovering at an alarming rate. Subject placed in high-security chamber for study. A.89-27 Standard Human Application success. Subject able to withstand AXIOM-8 atmosphere. Complaints of minor headache and occasional epistaxis are observed. A.89-38 Five (5) Standard Humans Application partial success. Subjects able to withstand AXIOM-8 atmosphere unless in groups. Particularly dense pockets of oxygen still cause nitrogen deprivation when multiple life forms are present. A.89-40 Five (5) Standard Humans Application partial success. Implementation of mild cognitive influence to initiate A.89 when in groups appears to dramatically decrease mortality rate. Base modifications to overall nitrogen volume requirements underway, but these changes are not scheduled to complete for another twelve cycles. A.89-44 Five (5) Standard Humans Application success. cognitive effect successful in preventing death in 97.8% of cases. Work to extend the lifespans of humans back to their average of ███ is ongoing. A.89-68 One Standard Human Application partial success. Cell oxidation prevented enough to increase average lifespan to ██, one fifth the previous average. Further changes to physiology provide no increased benefits. ACCESS 001-E1-passenger.rtf confirmed [DATA CORRUPT] -been talking with the crew and the other passengers, the general consensus seems to be that we should leave him in stasis. I don't support this, for the record-



[DATA CORRUPT] -I have to do what's best for the human race, we don't need any radical antiaberrants muddling our ideals, especially when those same aberrations are necessary for our survival. ACCESS 001-E1-axiom.rtf confirmed AXIOM-8 It is no doubt that the body is an enigma. After thousands and thousands of years in stasis, the search to find a new home came to its conclusion on a planet bearing striking resemblance to Earth Prime. It's not just improbable, it's impossible. Our models couldn't predict an outcome that led to a place with such… Perfect conditions. Earth Prime, our gift from the gods, or so we- [DATA CORRUPT] -while we knew exactly how the universe began, how all of them began, really, we couldn't gestate a single simulation where we held all the conditions necessary for a planet like Earth Prime to exist. Let alone two of them.

ACCESS 001-E1-note.rtf confirmed [DATA CORRUPT] -will stand the test of time, if you find this and we have lost hope, or we have forgotten who we are, where we came from, that you should know of our past, that the human race is the chosen child of fate. The world at large may be ephemeral, but we are not. The Whole was made for us. We are the Foundation, the bedrock of the universe. You think finding an exact copy of our already absurdly unlikely world is questionable? How about that life would evolve to us specifically, and that same life would go on to actually find this other planet? It's not impossible, it's been planned. The wormhole, the planet- Paradise and her reflection. Everything. There is someone there, beyond understanding, pushing us in ways that just as easily help us as humble us. I believe it is the Founder, and the Seven, our true gods, that are protecting us from inevitably, and we are cursed for it. Scared, alone in the universe- [DATA CORRUPT] -constantly coming back from the brink of Oblivion, surging to power, then almost destroying ourselves again, like the serpent that consumes itself, the Foundation stands, even when the rest of the home is destroyed- often the only thing left when the smoke clears. So then, shall we continue, so shall we persist. No matter the suffering, no matter the cost unto ourselves. In that right, I don't believe we've ever seen true Paradise, nor will we ever rest. I don't think we have a choice. They won't let us die.















