Bookwizard

Chattery Teeth FAILED

SCP-1261

Fraction of original pile of SCP-1261-2

Item #: SCP-1261

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1261 is to be kept in a locked safe with motion detectors. Should the motion detectors be set off, all personnel must evacuate the room in which SCP-1261 is kept in, and be at least six meters away, until the alarm stops. SCP-1261-2 is to be kept in a steel box in a locked safe next to the one housing SCP-1261. A single guard is to be positioned where he or she can see both safes, but at least four meters away from either. Opening either safe requires level three clearance. If SCP-1261 escapes, personnel are required to stay at least two meters away until SCP-1261 is returned to its safe by security. If SCP-1261-2 is to escape, personnel are to be on the lookout for clicking sounds.

Description:SCP-1261 appears to be a set of plastic teeth with a metal key sticking out the back, resembling a novelty item widely known as "Chattery Teeth". The main body is made out of high-density polyethylene, while the mechanism is an alloy of aluminum, magnesium, and copper, commonly known as "zamak". The age cannot be discerned, although it appears to be relatively modern. Despite the mundane materials that the item consists of, most attempts to inflict major damage upon it have failed. It is resistant to heat upwards of 300 degrees Celsius, and resilient to 10 atms of pressure. The mechanism inside SCP-1261 appears to be nonfunctional, as turning the key does not seem to have any effect on SCP-1261.

SCP-1261's anomalous properties manifest if a living human with teeth enters an area within six meters of it. If there are multiple humans within six meters, SCP-1261 will apparently choose one at random. Once a human has been chosen, SCP-1261 will walk toward the human at a speed of 1 meter/minute. When the object is one meter away, it will leap at the human, covering the remaining distance, and bite him or her. The bite radius and depth depend on the size of the person bitten, but typically the object's teeth will not penetrate more than one centimeter into the epidermis.

For two to five minutes after SCP-1261's bite, the victim will show extreme distress, and try to remove it from the afflicted region using a variety of methods, including shaking the bitten region, attempting to pull SCP-1261 off and slamming the bitten region against objects. SCP-1261 is much more difficult to remove than it appears. The ends of the teeth seem to bind on a molecular level with the victim's skin. Removal is only possible through removing large chunks of skin or amputation. After the distress period ends, the victim will suddenly stop, and act as if nothing abnormal has happened. If SCP-1261 is brought to their attention, they dismiss it as a minor injury. At this point, should SCP-1261 still be attached to the victim, the victim is designated SCP-1261-1.

The second effect of SCP-1261 manifests approximately one week after the bite. After one week with SCP-1261 attached, SCP-1261-1's teeth will begin to fall out. The teeth that fall out are to be designated SCP-1261-2. As SCP-1261-1's teeth fall out, he or she will collect them and hoard them, usually hiding them near valuables or cherished objects. Once all of SCP-1261-1's teeth fall out, SCP-1261 will release itself from SCP-1261-1. SCP-1261-1 will then take SCP-1261, and attempt to use it on another human, typically by hiding it near them or giving it to them. Through testing, it has been seen that SCP-1261-1 will see and hoard all fallen teeth as valuables, not simply their own. SCP-1261-1 seem to take pleasure in collecting teeth, and piling them next to each other.

SCP-1261-2 consists of the teeth that have been collected by the instances of SCP-1261-1 that have not been destroyed. Currently, this is nineteen teeth. Samples of SCP-1261-2 resemble normal human teeth in shape, size, and chemical composition. Specimens of SCP-1261-2 vibrate erratically; they have been known to vibrate at such low frequencies that the vibration is not visible to the human eye, or to such lengths that they jump off the surface on which they are set. Specimens of SCP-1261-2 appear to be attracted to teeth and humans. When a human or tooth is within 2 meters of SCP-1261-2, it will attempt to move towards the human or tooth. Large numbers of SCP-1261-2 together will make loud clicking sounds.

SCP-1261 was found with a large amount (approximately 137 human teeth) of SCP-1261-2. In addition, there was an occurrence of SCP-1621-1, a dentist formerly known as Dr. █████. Agents were sent to Dr. █████'s basement after neighbors reported loud clicking sounds, and Dr. █████ had not been seen for days. There had also been a high number of kidnapping incidents in the area prior to Foundation intervention. Upon entering Dr. █████'s basement, Dr. █████ was found with a large pile of teeth. He appeared to be brushing them individually. When agents attempted to apprehend him, Dr. █████ showed remarkable aggression, and was killed. A number of corpses were also in the basement, missing their teeth. The teeth were found intermixed with the SCP-1261-1 discovered, and DNA testing has shown the corpses to be [DATA REDACTED]. SCP-1621 was not discovered until it bit Agent ████, and it was brought back to the Foundation for further testing, whereupon its anomalous properties were discovered.

Foodscapes INDEFINITE

Still frame from SCP-XXXX

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: A single instance of SCP-XXXX is to be kept in the video archive of Site 23. Access to the video requires a password known by all personnel at the site with level three or higher clearance.

Description: SCP-XXXX is video footage consisting of stop-motion with photographs by the photographer C███ W█████. The video is 22 mintues long, titled "Eat the World". During the stop-motion photographs, faint music can be heard, but it is too low in volume to clearly identify. The credits screen consists of the words "HUNGRY?" appearing in large white letters on a black screen.

SCP-XXXX's anomalous properties manifest if the video is viewed for more than five minutes, not including the title screen or the credits screen. Watching is not compulsory, and tests have shown that people are able to stop watching whenever they wish. In addition, exposure to SCP-XXXX is non cumulative. If a person stops watching for one minute, then he or she must watch for another five minutes before the effects manifest.

While viewing SCP-XXXX, subjects will begin to report a growing hunger, no matter when they last ate. At the five-minute mark of the video, subjects will begin perceiving all non-food items as edible, and all food items as being inedible.. It has been shown that further viewing of SCP-XXXX does not change to this effect. After stopping viewing of SCP-XXXX, subjects will attempt to appease their hunger by consuming anything within their vicinity, including walls, the floor, and the device that they were vieiwing SCP-XXXX on. Studies have shown that subjects do not percieve the objects they attempt to consume as actual foodstuffs; rather, they see the objects as edible as opposed to inedible. This effect does not extend to other living humans or animals. It is still possible for them to consume normal foodstuffs without adverse effects. Despite consuming large amounts of matter, to the point of stomach rupturing, victims report that they are still hungry.

Addendum: SCP-XXXX was discovered in the town of [REDACTED], after reports of people attempting to consume building material reached state authorities. Agents were sent, and discovered SCP-XXXX on various computers, although from where they originated is currently unknown. The artist C███ W█████ does not seem to know of the video.

Pain Cloth FAILED

A photograph of SCP-XXXX

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept folded in a locked container in Warehouse A-12 at Site 25. All requests for testing must be approved by personnel with level three clearance or higher. All testing of SCP-XXXX is to be performed within a secure room containing a single twin size bed

Description: SCP-XXXX is a thick (56 run) wool blanket. The object measures approximately 2.2m x 1.3m and is of a dark green coloration. SCP-XXXX was recovered from a day care in [REDACTED], Illinois, following the arrest of the owners in connection to the deaths of █ children.

SCP-XXXX's anomalous effects manifest when it is placed within one square meter of a subject while the subject is asleep, in an area where the average light intensity does not exceed fifteen lux. If both said subject and SCP-XXXX remain undisturbed for one (1) hour, SCP-XXXX will animate. At this point, waking of the subject will not prevent SCP-XXXX's effects.

Upon animation SCP-XXXX will attempt to cover as much of the subject's body as possible. It then proceeds to exert a large amount of pressure onto the abdominal area, causing it to burst. SCP-XXXX will then proceed to remove the subject's stomach, intestines, and liver, while pinning the subject down at the wrists and ankles. Subjects usually die of shock one minute after the process begins.

Testing Log XXXX-1:

Forward: D-1631 was anesthetized prior to testing with [DATA REDACTED], putting him to sleep and dulling his perceptions of pain. D-1631 was placed on a bed, with SCP-XXXX on the floor next to the bed. The room was darkened to thirteen lux, and night vision cameras were used to record the events.

<Begin Log: ██/██/20██, 10:21 A.M.>

00:00:00: Lights dimmed to thirteen lux. Night vision cameras turned on.
00:34:19: Subject appears distressed, as if having a nightmare. SCP-XXXX exhibits no movement.
00:41:27: Subject appears to relax. Subject reaches for SCP-XXXX, but cannot reach it. Subject returns to original position. SCP-XXXX exhibits no movement.
00:57:12: Subject appears to be having another nightmare, and appears more distressed than before. Subject appears to be saying something, but it is too quiet to discern. SCP-XXXX exhibits no movement.
01:00:00: SCP-XXXX animates. It quickly covers D-1631. Subject appears to grow more distressed, then calms down. The center of SCP-XXXX appears to be exerting enormous force on the subject's abdomen.
01:00:34: Subject's abdomen ruptures. Subject appears to awaken, and smiles at SCP-XXXX. SCP-XXXX begins to remove subject's stomach.
01:01:03: Subject speaks to SCP-XXXX. The majority of the speech was unintelligible. Identified words include: "good," "thank you", "now", "please", and "empty" which was repeated 18 times. SCP-XXXX finishes removing subject's stomach, which is tossed to the side. and begins to remove the intestines.
01:01:19: Subject closes his eyes and lays his head back down on the pillow, appearing satisfied. Subject is still talking SCP-XXXX finishes removing subject's intestines, and begins to remove the liver.
01:01:40: Subject stops talking, and expires. SCP-XXXX finishes removal of the liver. SCP-XXXX falls off of SCP-XXXX's body and moves to a corner.
01:10:03: Testing ended.

<End Log: ██/██/20██, 11:34 P.M.>

Orientation

Welcome to Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd. If you are here now, then you have been accepted into our ranks. Congratulations.

A short summary of our organization is in order. We are a club of sorts, and we provide our members with the most exclusive, expensive, and rare experiences available. We are centered in London, with agents all over the world, finding and retrieving items for us so we may better provide said experiences. Those of you here today, sitting, blindfolded, in the audience, are to be our finders, our retrievers. We have selected you from the best of the best, the most able and intelligent of those who have applied.

Allow me to explain your duties. You are to be our field agents. Many of you have connections to other groups that deal with objects that we are interested in, such as the SCP Foundation, The Serpent's Hand, and the Church of the Broken God. We expect full loyalty to our cause despite these connections. Any sign of deviance will be punished.

As you will work on a case by case basis, I will be very broad. Cases, known as Acquisitions, will be assigned based upon personal statistics. You are not allowed to turn down an Acquisition. While working on an Acquisition, you will have access to certain portions of our near unlimited resources, depending on the case. Abuse of these resources will be punished.

You are to apply yourself to the assigned Acquisition with all due haste, while keeping up any required appearances. Under no circumstances are you to reveal that you are working for Marshall, Carter, and Dark. Any attempt to speak about Marshall, Carter, and Dark with people that have not been sanctioned by Marshall, Carter, and Dark will be punished.

This concludes your orientation. Please face to your right and take short, measured steps. Your blindfolds will be removed as you exit the door. Some of you will receive your first Acquisition case. Thank you for your time.

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Agent Smalls left the room with a bit of difficulty, his hands twitching at his sides. He seemed to be stepping extremely cautiously, as if afraid he might bump into people that were not there. His trip to the doorway was filled with tension, and a close observer would have noticed his breathing slowing, the gleam of sweat on his forehead becoming a bit duller. Agent Smalls, an up and coming Foundation agent, would have cringed in horror had he actually seen the room.

Mr. Carter watched the man leave the room with rheumy eyes, his breathing carefully controlled. A shriveled husk of a man, battered and scarred, hung from the back of his wheelchair, its milky eyes still showing a vestige of fear. The old man wheezed as he spoke, and the husk wheezed with him. "Was it really worth it? A whole orientation, only for one man?"

Mr. Marshall watched the blindfolded man leave the room impassively. A single, long finger shut off the speakers, and the sound of footsteps abruptly vanished. He cleared his throat, and drank from a glass of water. His voice changed from the cool, detached tone to a more rich, deeper one, one that belied an immense and inhuman intelligence. "Well. He might be useful in the future. It is always good to have investments." He straightened his tie. His chuckle was cold and knowing. "And it is always good to have them with the Foundation. Who knows how useful this one might be? He might even be better than Jenkins."

The empty sound of wheezing laughter filled the room.

An Auction FAILED

An intelligent looking man gave a short bow from the stage, and opened his arms in a welcoming gesture. His impeccable smile was both cold and all-knowing, a fitting smile for the man known to be the public face of Marshall, Carter and Dark. Mr. Marshall cleared his throat, and the quiet susurrus of whispers stopped abruptly. They had all heard rumors of those who had interrupted before. A few of the audience flashed cautious glances at the old wheezing man in a darkened, quiet corner, surrounded by blatantly visible guards. Mr. Carter seemed to be asleep, his wheezing snores barely cutting the silence. Behind him, a ghoul hung, a dessicated once-human.

"Welcome, one and all, to Marshall, Carter, and Dark's one hundred and seventy third Grand Gala auction. Firstly, I would like to thank all of you that have come today, to partake of the exclusive, exotic, and the rare. We welcome you to our grand auction hall, and hope you enjoyed your meal." A small bout of applause rose and died down quickly. Down on the banquet table, a few fingers still crawled, and a head screamed with no throat. "Now that you all are sufficiently placated, the auction shall begin. I hope you all do recall that this is a silent auction, so any person making unnecessary noise shall be removed." The threat was not lost on the people below. They had seen….

A quick scan of the audience showed a wave of nervous and eager people. They came from the true elite of the world; almost none were known by the public, and yet each and every one was worth several hundred million dollars. Under the scrutiny of Mr. Carter, their jaded appearances dropped, to be replaced by a greed unknown by any outside the auction house.

Mr. Carter gave one last bow. "And now, without further ado, I welcome Artemis Cawlin, the famous Sotheby auctioneer." With short, clipped steps, Mr. Carter gave the stage to a rather short, bald man with a mustache wearing square glasses. Despite his broad smile, everyone in the audience could seen the sheen of sweat on his face and bald pate. Not a single one envied the poor human being.

Artemis took the podium, trying and failing to read any emotions from Mr. Marshall's smiling expression. He turned to the audience and gave a nod. He brought the microphone to his mouth, cleared his throat, and began to reading off a memorized list. "First up, we have a cloth that disembowels a sleeping person. It appears to give the sleeper pleasure, although none of them have been left alive to give an account." Artemis was the only one to laugh. For a few seconds. "The bidding will start at…."

Slowly, each and every item was sold. From a man who could traumatize and torture dead people, to face paint that was permanent, the exclusive, expensive, and rare items were auctioned off for unspeakably large amounts. If the amount wasn't large enough, a twitch of the lips from Mr. Marshall ensured that the pudgy auctioneer kept speaking. The silent and tense crowd bid on each item with curt, barely shaking gestures, not daring to shoot a look at their competition. Soon, the Artemis Cawlin's mental list was exhausted, and the last item, a group of tiny robots that could inflict extremely painful cutting wounds on people, was auctioned off. The room grew even more silent as Artemis backed away from the podium, wishing he could swipe at the sweat on his face.

Mr. Marshall stepped up, his enigmatic smile never changing. "This concludes our auction. Please exit from the large doors to your right or left. Thank you for participating." The hidden elite stood up, their legs shaking with relief. Nothing…untoward had happened this time. Except for poor Artemis…but he didn't exist anymore. Quickly, they filed out the doors, not daring to speak until at least in the safety of their expensive, custom cars. And even then, some did not dare to speak.

Mr. Marshall surveyed the room until it was empty, and then he surveyed it for a bit longer. Silent servants, pale faced and perhaps not all human, entered and began to clear the table of its gruesome feast. Mr. Carter looked up from his lap, and met Mr. Marshall's eyes. They both nodded once, and Mr. Carter made a sign. Guards wheeled him out, the almost-corpse behind him hitting the wheelchair with alarming frequency. Artemis swallowed.

Mr. Carter was still smiling, although Artemis could not see anymore. "Mr. Cawlin, my good man. Do you believe your debts are paid?"
Artemis Cawlin dared not to answer, but the sinking feeling in his stomach told him where this conversation was going. It was all he could do to remain standing.
Mr. Marshall gave a fake sigh and shook his head regretfully. "Sadly…" He began to walk away, with short, clipped steps. The room was empty now, except for the pale ghosts of people that cleared the banquet table.
Artemis wanted to fall to his knees, wanted to cry, wanted to beg for his life. But he found, he couldn't. His legs, his mind, his mouth would not obey.

His body was not his to move anymore, Artemis Cawlin found. He wanted to look down, but could not. Before the darkness overcame him, he could barely see, out of the corner of his eye, a faint glimmer…..

Mr. Carter was still smiling.

Dumbbell

Current object SCP-XXXX resides in

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept in a powered microwave in Warehouse 18 on Site 25. Access to SCP-XXXX requires level three clearance. Testing is to be done in an empty Observation Room, with no items being brought into the room except the items being tested.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a Class Two Paranormal Entity currently residing in an iron dumbbell. It is moderately aggressive towards humans, but usually unable to inflict major damage. It was discovered after residents in the town of ████████, after a series of bizarre accidents had been reported. Agents discovered SCP-XXXX residing in a wastebasket in ██████'s house. Due to SCP-XXXX's anomalous properties, it is impossible to discover the location it may have originate from.

SCP-XXXX appears to bear moderate aggression towards humans. It will actively seek to inflict damage upon any human being approaching or attempting to use an item that it has possessed. Actions taken by SCP-XXXX include, but are not limited to, shifting when held by the subject so that the subject drops SCP-XXXX, falling over as a subject approaches, and, in the case of clothing, constricting or relaxing to make the subject uncomfortable.

After performing an action in the object it has possessed, SCP-XXXX will then attempt to transfer itself to a different object through an unknown means. SCP-XXXX is only be able to transfer to objects within █ meters, and is not able to transfer itself into powered electronics. In addition, SCP-XXXX cannot travel through barriers between it and the object it wishes to possess. It has been determined that SCP-XXXX does not have a preference in the objects it possesses.

[[collapsible show="Testing Log SCP-XXXX-J-1" hide="Close Log]]

Interviewed: D-1334

Interviewer: Dr. ██████

Foreword: SCP-XXXX was given to D-1334 to hold. The observation room was devoid of all objects. D-1334 wore tennis shoes,

<Begin Log, ██/██/20██, 8:21 A.M.>

Dr. ██████: Please pick up SCP-XXXX-J

D-1334: What? Which…that thing? The…the dumbbell?

Dr. ██████: Yes. Please pick it up.

D-1334 picks up SCP-XXXX-J

D-1334: Hm. Heavy bugger.

D-1334 hefts SCP-XXXX-J three times

Dr. ██████: Please take SCP-XXXX-J downstairs.

D-1334: Uhh….okay….

D-1334 begins to walk, still hefting SCP-XXXX-J. D-1334's hand twitches. SCP-XXXX-J falls on his foot.

D-1334: Son of a [EXPLETIVE DELETED]!

Dr. ██████: Please pick SCP-XXXX-J again.

D-1334: Okay, okay. Jeez, no need to get your panties in a not. Just a finger slip.

D-1334 picks up SCP-XXXX-J and begins to walk to the door. D-1334 appears to trip, and falls on his butt. He drops SCP-XXXX-J onto his [REDACTED]

D-1334: [EXPLETIVE DELETED]!

Dr. ██████: Okay, you may set down SCP-XXXX-J. Testing is now over.

D-1334: No! I'm going to pick up this [EXPLETIVE REDACTED]!

D-1334 stands up with SCP-XXXX-J in his hand. He walks several steps, then trips, driving SCP-XXXX-J into his [REDACTED]

D-1334: [EXPLETIVE DELETED]!

Dr. ██████: You may stop now, if you wish.

D-1334: No, man, I got this. This is what I'm here for, right? I'll just take this thing downstairs. No biggie.

D-1334 hits himself on the face with SCP-XXXX-J while standing up. D-1334 is knocked out and unable to maneuver SCP-XXXX-J anymore, although it still remains in his hand.

<End Log, A.M.>

Closing Statement: SCP-XXXX-J's anomalous properties were established.

Sample of SCP-XXXX

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-XXXX are to be contained in a locked and labeled metal box at Storage Site 25. Task Force Xi-25 (Penny Candy) is to monitor all confectionary vendors within 25 kilometers of ████, Poland for any possible instances of SCP-XXXX. Access to SCP-XXXX requires level three clearance. Testing of SCP-XXXX is to be done only on D-class personnel in a secure observation room.

Description: SCP-XXXX are spherical candies three centimeters in diameter, with a design resembling the human eyeball. Testing has shown that the chemical composition of SCP-XXXX resembles that of gumballs, with several unidentifiable trace ingredients. Currently, there are ██ instances of SCP-XXXX in containment, with an undetermined amount theorized to be still in circulation.

SCP-XXXX's anomalous properties manifest if an individual candy is chewed by a human being for more than fifteen seconds. The subject will begin to report a pain in his or her eyes, as well as an itching feeling. After approximately three minutes, boils will form sporadically on most parts of the subject's body, including the inside of the mouth and anus. The boils will grow rapidly in size, and contact with the boils causes extreme pain in the subject. An hour after the original effects manifest, the boils will stop growing, and are approximately 2.5 centimeters wide at this point. At this point, vague, eye-like shapes will spontaneously form below the surface of the boils. The boils will change to resemble skin.

Shallow furrows will begin to bisect the boils, and hairs will form along the furrows. After a boil has been fully bisected, it will open, revealing a human eyeball, unconnected to any optic nerves. Eyes formed by SCP-XXXX's anomalous effects will match the subject's DNA, and are identical to the subject's eyes. However, subjects do not report being able to see through them. The eyes appear to look about and blink randomly, and cannot be controlled by the subject. Harming the eyes damages the subject's original eyes to the same extent. If the subject lacks eyes, eyes will grow in their eye sockets. However, it has been shown that the subject will still not be able to see out of these eyes. The eyes do not seem to notice damage, and do not always blink if threatened.

The eyes will remain on the subject's body for up to three days. As time passes, they will begin to protrude more, up to approximately half of the eye being above the skin. After approximately two days, most movements will cause the subject pain, due to contact or damage with the eyes on the body. The subject tends to damage the eyes at this point, especially ones on the bottom of the feet or the back. After three days have passed, the eyes will become firm, and stop blinking. Five minutes after they have stiffened, the eyes will begin to extract themselves from the subject's skin, causing lesions and bleeding. At this point, damage to the eyes no longer affects the subject. Once the eyes are completely separate from the subject, they are to be considered new instances of SCP-XXXX.

Addendum: SCP-XXXX was discovered in the storeroom of a pharmacy in ████, Poland. The pharmacist was discovered in a side room, with a large amount of eyeless corpses, some showing signs of SCP-XXXX's effects. The pharmacist was killed in the attempt to apprehend him. The pharmacist's diary was recovered.

Foundation agents were sent to investigate after reports of children in the area growing multiple eyes. Amnesiacs were administered to the unaffected residents. The children were taken into Foundation custody, under the pretext of infectious disease. During the observation and establishment of SCP-XXXX's effects, all of the children expired. Dissection of the children revealed that several eyes had also grown on the internal organs, especially the outer layer of the stomach. It is not known how the eyes were able to grow there without causing pain to the subject.

+ Excerpt from the diary of ████ ████████

Eyes. They're everywhere. But there's not enough. There cannot be too many eyes. Eyes! EYES! I have them everywhere! There needs to be more eyes!

It's working! There are more eyes! Such beautiful, round, pure, clean things. Eyes. They are truly amazing things. Without them, we cannot see! Without them, we cannot be! Eyes! They watch from everywhere, truly divine.

The eyes are the key. More of them is all that I need! The eyes will do it all for me. The eyes are to be given to the others, spread, connected, created! They see the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth!

For our eyes have been there for us forever! More eyes. Eyes. Eyes. Eyes. Eyes.

"Eyes" is written in different ways for the remainder of the entry