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Item #: SCP-166

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-166 can be kept safely in a minimal security environment. As of ██-██-████, SCP-166 is housed in a standard Class B suite at Site-17, with the following alterations:

  • The adjacent suite has been redesignated into a local observation post.
  • Translucent acrylic panels have been placed in the approach corridor and staging area to prevent direct line of sight into the containment suite from the exterior hallway.
  • Warning signs have been placed throughout the containment area indicating that no non-female personnel are permitted in the area.

Reasonable requests for personal items and modifications to the containment suite may be granted upon approval by a Level 4 or higher authority. To date, SCP-166 has requested:

  • A copy of the Holy Bible (Douay-Rheims, Challoner Revision) (granted).
  • A rosary (granted).
  • Access to a Catholic priest for Confession, Mass, and other sacraments (permissible only under strict supervision).
  • Various books and magazines, mostly religious in nature (granted, pending review and approval of contents).
  • Access to the Abbess of the ████████ ██ ████████ ██████████ Convent in Cornwall, England (granted: SCP-166 is to be allowed a maximum of 1 hour of visiting time by this individual per week).

SCP-166 is generally content to remain in her quarters, as long as she is provided with entertainment in the form of religious materials, books, and art supplies. In return for her cooperation in her own confinement, SCP-166 is to be allowed a 24-hour excursion away from Site-17 to an adjacent uninhabited island no more than once per month. Limited Release Protocol 19-A is to be observed in these cases, with the added restriction that no non-female personnel are to be assigned to SCP-166 during this excursion.

Non-female staff are forbidden from viewing or entering the direct vicinity of SCP-166. Violation of this order will result in immediate disciplinary review and possible termination. At least one staff member must remain in adjacent observation room at all times, and maintain direct visual observation of SCP-166 through viewing slits or closed circuit television. In order to minimize the risk of accidental exposure, all cameras and windows shall be equipped with translucent filters with at least 50% exclusion of detail. No permanent record shall be kept of any photographic evidence of SCP-166's appearance.

Description: SCP-166 appears to be a female in her late teens or early twenties, of average height and slender build. Medical and physiological analysis indicates several deviations from baseline human norms, including a pair of small bony protrusions above her eyebrows, vertical slit pupils, accelerated hair growth, and unusual dietary requirements.1

SCP-166 is noted for her unusual effect upon fertile human males. Upon establishing visual contact with SCP-166, 100% of human males tested attempted immediate amorous contact. In approximately 70% of these test subjects, the impulse faded after being removed from SCP-166's presence. In 30% of these cases, however, the desire turned into obsession, resulting in violent attempts to gain SCP-166's favor. Class-A amnestics were efficacious in most of these cases; the remainder required termination.

SCP-166's anomalous effect causes her distress, not least due to her desire to live a cloistered life based on the evangelical counsels. For this reason and others, direct contact between her and any human male is strictly prohibited.

Addendum 166-A: Circumstances of Retrieval: SCP-166 was originally retrieved from a convent in Cornwall, England, on ██-██-████. According to the nuns, she had originally been delivered to the convent by a "person of indistinguishable features" who claimed that she was the offspring of "an elder creature of great power," and provided instructions for her care. All attempts to locate the mother have been unsuccessful to date.

SCP-166 was raised by the nuns in a cloistered environment until a young man (Subject A) who sneaked into the convent to visit one of the novices accidentally caught sight of her. Three days later, Subject A became violent and attacked the convent, attempting to gain access to SCP-166. Subject A proceeded to kill one person and severely injure three others before being neutralized by force.

A Foundation operative consulting with a local priest regarding an unrelated matter heard of the incident and proceeded to the scene. When he too became enamoured, the operative immediately cut off contact, placed himself into confinement, and requested a female operative to take over the retrieval operation. Agent Beatrix Maddox made contact with the Abbess shortly afterward, negotiating the transfer of SCP-166 to Foundation facilities for containment and research.

Addendum 166-K: Interview log, dated ██-██-████.

Interviewed: SCP-166

Interviewer: ██████, Abbess of the ████████ ██ ████████ ██████████ Convent

Foreword: This interview took place on ██-██-████ during SCP-166's weekly visit.

<Begin Log>

SCP-166: Bless me, Mother Superior, for I have sinned. It has been █ years, █ months, and ██ days since my last Confession. I confess that I have committed the—

Abbess: My child. Stop. We have had this conversation before. I am not a priest. I cannot administer this sacrament—

SCP-166: (agitated) — the mortal sin of fornication. I have—

Abbess: STOP!


Abbess: Tell me what is wrong.

SCP-166: … I had the dream again, Mother Superior.

Abbess: Tell me about this dream, my dear.

SCP-166: Must I? It is the same dream every time, and you know how it goes.


Abbess: I see. You seem much more upset than usual, my dear. Did something happen?

SCP-166: I… I don't wish to tell you about it. It is too shameful.

Abbess: I see. Dr. ████████?2 A word, please.

<End Log>

Closing Statement: Following this interview, Abbess ██████ petitioned the O5 Council for revision of Containment Protocols for SCP-166. Containment Protocols were tentatively updated to allow SCP-166 to see a priest, provided security procedures were followed.

Addendum 166-L: Interview log, dated ██-██-████.

Interviewed: SCP-166

Interviewer: Father ██████, a priest associated with ████████ ██ ████████ ██████████ Convent

Foreword: This interview took place on ██-██-████. Father ██████ (hereafter referred to as "Priest") carried out this interview from the other side of a sight-concealing panel while under armed guard. Per the request of Father ██████ and SCP-166, the guards present wore noise-cancelling headphones and earplugs to prevent their overhearing this conversation. Per standard security protocols, the conversation was recorded for archival purposes.

<Begin Log>

Guard: All right, Father. The mic button is located here: press it and SCP-166 will be able to hear you. If there is a problem, hold a hand up over your head, and I'll give you a hand.

Priest: Sure. Hand up if I need help.

Guard: Oh, and one more thing. I'm obligated to tell you that any move to breach the booth without my permission will result in your immediate termination. Understood?

Priest: Got it. Don't leave or I die.

Guard: I'll put on the headphones now. Signal me when you're done.

(Extended silence.)

SCP-166: Hello?

Priest: Hi. I'm Father ██████. I'm a priest in good standing with the Archdiocese of Southwark of the Roman Catholic Church. ██████ is a friend of mine. She told me about your… unusual circumstance and asked if I'd administer the sacraments to a prisoner in bondage.

SCP-166: Thank the Lord… Father, it has been █ years, █ months, and ██ days since my last confession. I confess that I have not attended a Mass during that time. I confess that I have attempted on three occasions to confess my sins to Abbess ██████, full knowing that she was not a priest and could not administer the Sacrament. And finally…


Priest: Yes?

SCP-166: I… I confess to the sin of fornication.

Priest: I see. Can you be more specific, please?

SCP-166: I… I believe I can. Has the Mother Superior told you of the circumstances of my birth?

Priest: I'm aware of them, and of the work of the Convent.

SCP-166: Then you know I was born out of a horrid act of sin. My very nature is sinful.

Priest: As are we all. Garden of Eden. Original sin and all that.

SCP-166: I… I suppose. But…

Priest: Your heritage isn't a sin that requires confession. It's a temptation towards sin, but not a sin in itself. Now, the sin you were confessing was fornication.

SCP-166: Yes.

Priest: Tell me what happened.

SCP-166: I… I have these dreams, Father. In them, I am naked, and I am walking through the woods… No. Dancing through the woods. There are men with me. Many, many men. They are naked as well. And they are all desirous of me.

Priest: I see.

SCP-166: In my dream… unlike in real life… I do not turn the men away. I lay with them. One after another. Until they are all… spent.

Priest: What happens next?

SCP-166: In my dream? In my dream, I… I then begin to change. My body changes from that of a woman into that of a man. And then I am surrounded by women instead. They are as desirous of me as the men were of me when I was a woman. And just like the men, I lie with these women. I put my seed into them, and they all become with child.

Priest: What do you think this means?

SCP-166: It is not a question of thinking. It is a question of knowing. Mother Superior has told me that this dream of mine, that I have over and over, it is my destiny denied. That my sinful nature wishes to carry out its purpose, to carry out a horrid ritual filled with lust. I have denied this all my life. This is why I must stay hidden from all men, for their hearts are lustful and their wills are weak.

Priest: I think you underestimate men. We're not all as bad as that.


Priest: In any case, if all you did was dream, you haven't actually done anything sinful. No sin has been committed. Everyone experiences temptation. Sin is a matter of actions taken.

SCP-166: I… I still confess to the sin of fornication.

Priest: How so?

SCP-166: The last dream… I enjoyed it. And in a moment of weakness, I…

Priest: Ah. I see. That's actually a different sin, you know.

SCP-166: There was a crucifix in the room with me as well. Do you think that counts as sacrilege, Father?

Priest: Maybe? Let's absolve you for as well, just to be safe. Is there anything else, then?

SCP-166: Several venial sins. I was angry at one of my guards for taking away my copy of Thomas Aquinas before I had finished reading it. And I was short-tempered with Dr. ████████ for denying me the ability to confess my sins for so many years. And I confess to eating meat on a Friday. I was hungry, and the meal plan for that day had nothing else.

Priest: Let's have a word with your caretakers regarding that. In the meantime, shall we pray?

SCP-166: Yes, Father.

<End Log>

Closing Statement: SCP-166 and Father ██████ then said several prayers in Latin, upon which Father ██████ administered the Eucharist through a slot in the concealing panel and absolved her of her sins. As penance, SCP-166 forewent her next five optional excursions, choosing instead to spend that time in prayer in her private quarters.

Addendum 166-E: Text of a letter, origin unknown, placed in SCP-166's suite on ██-██-████.

Dear ██████,

I first met your mother when she was a girl. She had hooves for feet and starlight in her eyes. She was beauty and nature, and I killed her with my own two hands.

Eden isn't a place. It's a state of being. They wanted to take us back to it. I stopped them. I took paradise away from us for a second time. I have never regretted my actions on that day, except one: that when you first met me on that day, you saw your father put a bullet into the head of your mother. I make no excuses, only explanation. I hope you understand why I did what I did. I hope you forgive me.

I love you. I wish I could have done more for you. The best I could do was leave you in the hands of kind and loving people and hope they would raise you in my place. From what I've seen, they did well. I'm sorry you couldn't stay with them. I'm sorry they've brought you to this place. I promise to do my best to make sure your stay here is pleasant. I promise to keep you safe.

Happy sixteenth birthday, honey.

Your father,
████ ███████

Addendum 166-V: Regarding SCP-166 and Sexual/Gender Minorities.

Any requests for data regarding SCP-166's effects on individuals who belong to or identify with gender and sexual minorities will be denied. We have confirmed a group of persons (cisgendered women) who are unaffected by SCP-166's anomalous effects, meaning that we have a set of staffing protocols which adequately fulfill the needs of the Foundation and SCP-166. Further experimentation is unnecessary and (given SCP-166's anomalous effects) dangerous.

Ethics Committe.

You wake up to the sound of your alarm clock ringing.

Abigail Mary Bowe turned her face from the right to the left. "Assalamu alaikum wa rahmatullah," she repeated. Peace be upon you, and God's blessing. A reminder that though one faces Mecca in prayer, the lives of those around you are just as important as God's.

A low snort from behind. "I wonder what the 9/11 victims would say if they could see you now," Thomas Jay Bowe said.

"I would assume the same thing that the children of Iraq would say to you," Abigail Mary said, getting to her feet and rolling up her prayer mat. "Assuming, of course, that one could piece them back together after their homes were blown up in drone strikes."

Thomas Jay snorted. He was tall, lean, slender, with ebony skin and a shaved head and a soft, gentle smile that belied his angry words: the polar opposite of Abigail's short, freckled paleness and ginger curls. He was her brother, with all that implied, both good and bad. "James Aaron just reported in," he said. "The Project Romero test just concluded."

"How did it go?"

"He didn't say." Thomas Jay frowned. "Seems there was a complication."

It wasn't a particularly good image; the photographer had been using a telephoto lens from an unstable position. But it was enough for Abigail Mary to see what was going on.

Two rows of men in dark blue tactical gear, carrying riot shields and hand weapons, standing in a shield wall formation against a wave of rotting, walking corpses. Most of the corpses were children. Some of them wore brightly colored blue t-shirts with the words "HAPPY ACRES YOUTH CAMP" in big balloony letters.

"A Foundation Mobile Task Force?" Abigail May asked.

"Looks like," James Aaron said. He was olive-skinned, with dark brown curls, and a serious disposition. "Beta-5. I'm not sure which one that is."

"'Babysitters,'" Thomas Jay recited. "Primary mission: on-site security. Secondary mission: escorting vital personnel through danger zones. Tertiary mission: rapid-response force."

"Thanks," James Aaron said. "Anyway, all of that was pretty ordinary. What you predicted. Then I saw this." He tapped a button on his beat-up laptop computer, and the image turned into jerky, blurry film footage. What looked like a woman in a black catsuit, wearing a face-concealing helmet, stepped out from behind the lines and began rapid-firing a pistol, reloading as quickly as magazines could be tossed to her. "Twenty-two shots, twenty-two-kills."

"This is their new task force?" Thomas Jay asked.

"Andrea Adams. Mobile Task Force Lambda-2. She's the product of some kind of super-suit project." Abigail May tapped on

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