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SCP-XXXX, prior to initial capture.

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is currently housed at Sector-19. SCP-XXXX is to be contained within a locked cubic container constructed from silicone rubber, measuring 5m on each side. No physical contact with SCP-XXXX is permitted. Personnel assigned to SCP-XXXX are required to wear specialised electrical-insulation Hazmat suits upon entry to SCP-XXXX's containment chamber, in case of accidental contact.

Description: SCP-XXXX appears to be a humanoid embodiment of analog television static, measuring approximately 1.46 metres tall. Entity appears to be composed entirely from light waves and static electricity, the sources of which are unknown. SCP-XXXX is animate, and body language resembles that of a young male, roughly 10 years of age. Though incapable of communication, SCP-XXXX is able to acknowledge and understand personnel around it, and currently seems to be aware of its containment cell. SCP-XXXX is not known to require any sustenance. A faint hissing, identical to that of electromagnetic white noise, can be heard when within a range of 3 metres from the entity.

Upon physical contact with any live organism or electrical conductor, SCP-XXXX has been observed to involuntarily release a discharge of approximately 165 amperes (A), posing a substantial threat. SCP-XXXX most commonly spends its time in a fetal position, but when active, has been observed to walk, run, stretch, wave, and "reach out" to personnel within its containment chamber. However, SCP-XXXX will never attempt to make physical contact with said personnel, as it seems to acknowledge its capabilities.

SCP-XXXX was discovered on ██/██/████, after it emerged from the water closest to ████ Beach, █████, resulting in ██ civilian casualties. All eyewitnesses were granted Class C amnestics following initial capture. Investigations regarding SCP-XXXX's origin are currently underway. The origin of SCP-XXXX is as of yet unknown.

Addendum: On ██/██/████, an interview with SCP-XXXX was conducted by Dr. █████, following the discovery that it could understand human speech, but not verbally respond to it. An interview log was recorded and is included below:

+ Interview Log XXXX-A

- Interview Log XXXX-A

Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Dr. ████

Foreword: Prior to entry to SCP-XXXX's containment chamber, Supervising Agent ███ and I took extra precautions to make sure that our Hazmat suits were properly fitted. SCP-XXXX seemed to be excited by our presence and even darted over to us with its arms spread, but then abruptly flinched, as if remembering its hazardous state. It then sat on the floor. Once it seemed calm, we began. It is to be of note that SCP-XXXX is incapable of verbal responses, and although being able to recognise and understand my questions, it was only able to do so through a series of motions and gestures.

<Begin Log>

Dr. ████: Hello, XXXX. Do you mind being called that?

[SCP-XXXX raises both shoulders, as if expressing an absence of interest]

Dr. ████: Very good. Do you know where you came from? Can you tell me that?

[Subject points eastwards, relative to the equator. Agent ███ later speculated that the subject may have been pointing to █████, subject's initial recovery site.]

Dr. ████: Thank you, XXXX. Can you tell me how you became like this?

[Subject points its finger at itself, then proceeds to raise both hands to draw a symmetrical four-sided shape in the air. At the present time, it is unknown as to what this may represent. Suggestions are welcomed.]

Dr. ████: OK. Do you know why you were in █████ when we found you?

[Subject shakes its head.]

Dr. ████: Who did this to you, XXXX?

[SCP-XXXX points its finger in my direction. Before anyone makes accusations, I had never known anything about SCP-XXXX before I was assigned to it. As I am a qualified doctor, I later speculated SCP-XXXX may have been referring to another scientist, and was merely using me as a reference.]

Dr. ████: …OK. How long has it been like this for you?

[Subject raises three fingers.]

Dr. ████: Noted. Alright, one final question. How old are you, XXXX?

[Subject sits on the floor and lowers its head. Subject raises both hands, with ten fingers outstretched. Subject returns to its regular fetal position. I fear this question may have been too intrusive, and it soon become clear that it did not want this interview to continue.]
<End Log>

SCP-XXXX, taken outside for experimentation.

Item No.: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be contained within a 3m x 3m x 4m container at Site-19. The container is to be furnished with a reasonably sized bed of hay and a large water feeder, which is to be refilled when necessary. SCP-XXXX is to be fed eight (8) mice per day. After physical contact with SCP-XXXX (for any reason, including experimentation), all personnel involved are required to use Foundation-approved hand sanitizer immediately afterwards. Personnel are to refrain from making sudden movements upon approach, to optimise research results.

Description: SCP-XXXX appears to be a tall, humanoid male, dressed in a tattered tuxedo. SCP-XXXX’s head, arms and torso, unlike the rest of its body, resemble those of an oversized owl. SCP-XXXX’s talons and bill are partially ruptured, and some feathers (especially around the head and neck area) appear to have been forcibly torn from the root. DNA testing has shown that the areas revealed are comprised of skin similar to that of a common Tawny Owl. SCP-XXXX's talons are located on its arms. Further observation has revealed that SCP-XXXX’s tickle of feathers ends as it reaches the waist area, and is replaced by human skin. No existing database has successfully identified a match to DNA extracted from human skin on SCP-XXXX.

SCP-XXXX regurgitates pellets similar to regular owl pellets, but these have been observed to be considerably larger in size. SCP-XXXX is incapable of communication, but has been known to emit several irregular rasping, wheezing noises, most commonly occurring during human interaction. Although seemingly apprehensive, it is possible to touch SCP-XXXX without difficulty, provided that no sudden movements are made.

SCP-XXXX was discovered within a locked room, located in an abandoned animal testing facility located in ██████, █████████████. The entity was discovered by the Foundation after several reports to emergency services indicated SCP-XXXX's existence. It is currently unknown as to how SCP-XXXX survived, as the facility had been abandoned for almost seven (7) years.

Any person(s) who come into physical contact with SCP-XXXX’s avian properties have reported a varying sensation of worthlessness, failure and inexplicable guilt. This became apparent after one researcher attempted to caress SCP-XXXX's neck. This sensation has been reported to range from mild to extreme, and is determined by the body part or extremity that is touched. Previous instances of personnel contact are listed below.

Addendum XXXX-1:

EXPERIMENT LOG XXXX-A – Start date: ██/ ██/10, End date ██/ ██/10

SCP-XXXX attempting to hide from Foundation personnel.

Subject	Organ/Extremity Touched	Results
D-XXXXX	Feather, located on lower torso.	Subject proceeded to stare at SCP-XXXX for approximately one (1) minute, then exited the containment chamber. Subject claimed they felt “empty” while inside the container.
D-XXXXX	Avian skin, located in a featherless area on SCP-XXXX’s nape.	Subject stood, immobile, and stared at SCP-XXXX in fascination for an approximation of sixteen (16) minutes. Subject proceeded to exit, and was later found outside SCP-XXXX’s containment chamber, staring blankly at the ground. When engaged in conversation, Subject ignored personnel, exhaled and left the area.
D-XXXXX	Left talon.	Subject sat on SCP-XXXX’s containment chamber floor with head in hands. Subject emitted several distressing moans for approximately thirty (30) minutes. Subject then exited the containment chamber.
D-XXXXX	Bill.	Subject lay on containment chamber floor and entered a state of emotional breakdown for an approximation of three (3) hours, emitting several loud groans. Subject also spoke several phrases on repeat, including “Why me?” and was observed to mutter “Unimportant, Insignificant” when not groaning. Subject appeared to be physically shaken after the event, and made several attempts to hug other personnel involved with the experiment. Subject then exited the containment chamber, and was granted a temporary recess.
D-XXXXX	Left Eye.	SCP-XXXX recoiled in discomfort. Subject entered an emotional breakdown similar to examples from precedent experiments. However, unlike previous experiments [DATA EXPUNGED] and was transferred to a nearby psychiatric unit.

Addendum XXXX-2:

Following contact with the entity’s bill, D-XXXXX, subsequent to recuperation, later reported that they had heard a repeated “message” in their head during recovery. However, D-XXXXX could not recall what the message was. D-XXXXX was later killed during another experiment.

During a site cleanup, personnel discovered a piece of folded paper within D-XXXXX’s trouser pocket, with a note written on it. This note is currently stored in a standard containment locker:

Lie on the operating table. And lie still.
I'd like to introduce you to our new specimen. Say hello. Too-whit-too-fucking-whoo. Marvellous.
Stop crying. The transgene is ready. Let's begin.
…
There we are. Nice and slow. That's it.
…
You're doing great. You're a fucking miserable parasite and you won't stop writhing and yelling, but you're doing just fine.
…
Yes. Hush, now. We're almost done. You're a brave man.
Yes.
YES.
Y-

SCP-XXXX recovery site.

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be contained within a standard containment locker at Reliquary Research and Containment Site-76, which is to be secured with a combination lock. Only Level 3 on-site operatives and researchers are granted access to said containment locker. During testing/observation, SCP-XXXX is to be transferred to a standard containment chamber containing necessary equipment for whatever the experiment may require, where research can be conducted effectively. Personnel are to be assigned to SCP-XXXX for a period of no longer than 3 weeks, and any personnel assigned to SCP-XXXX are to be given regular psychological evaluations.

Description: SCP-XXXX appears to be an antiquated 15cm x 7cm x 8cm box, constructed from a previously unknown alloy now identified as SCP-148 ("Telekill Alloy"). Microscopic analysis has revealed a thin layer of bacteria of unknown species or origin, coated on the surface of the alloy. A message is engraved on the underside of the box, reading "Paradox Box - 2013". Several scratches and ruptures located on the object's surface indicate that significant corrosion has taken place.

The underside of SCP-XXXX. Several scratches indicate that corrosion has taken place.

SCP-XXXX was discovered protruding from a small pothole in a suburban area, located in Southern █████████. The Foundation was quickly notified, after several reports regarding irrationally-behaving civilians, who lived in the area, were made. Further analysis revealed that several civilians in particular, who had maintained prolonged exposure to the object, had begun to show a lack of communication skills and showed a difficulty to interpret body language. This was later identified as the anomalous effects of the Telekill Alloy that SCP-XXXX is constructed from. It is unknown as to how an item entirely consisting of Telekill had appeared in an underground area, nor is it known as to why the item is constructed from the alloy.

Although constructed entirely from Telekill (a separate SCP item only recently fabricated, recovered on ██/██/████), radiometric dating procedures conducted on the layer of bacteria on SCP-XXXX has indicated that the item is over 7,000 years old. It currently unknown as to how this anomaly has occurred.

What is contained within the box is currently unclear, as experimentation regarding the object's age is incomplete. The object is sealed shut, due to the presence of an extremely effective adhesive of unknown make covering the lid. Radiographic X-ray tests have revealed what appears to be a long, unremarkable sheet of paper. No other items appear within the object. We've opened it. ████ disappeared, came back with a crowbar, and wrenched the thing open. Christ, just check the Addendum and find it out for yourself. -Dr. ██████.

Addendum XXXX-1 The following document reveals the contents of SCP-XXXX, which was opened on ██/██/2013. This document is now contained within a separate containment locker, and is by no means accessible to any personnel without significant Clearance (Level 3).

[[collapsible show="+ REVEAL CONTENTS OF DOCUMENT XXXX ("PARADOX BOX")- LEVEL 3 SECURITY CLEARANCE REQUIRED" hide="- ACCESS GRANTED"]]

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be contained within a standard containment locker at Reliquary Research and Containment Site-76, which is to be secured with a combination lock. Only Level 3 on-site operatives and researchers are granted access to said containment locker. During testing/observation, SCP-XXXX is to be transferred to a standard containment chamber containing necessary equipment for whatever the experiment may require, where research can be conducted effectively. Personnel are to be assigned to SCP-XXXX for a period of no longer than 3 weeks, and any personnel assigned to SCP-XXXX are to be given regular psychological evaluations.

Description: SCP-XXXX appears to be an antiquated 15cm x 7cm x 8cm box, constructed from a previously unknown alloy now identified as SCP-148 ("Telekill Alloy"). Microscopic analysis has revealed a thin layer of bacteria of unknown species or origin, coated on the surface of the alloy. A message is engraved on the underside of the box, reading "Paradox Box - 2013". Several scratches and ruptures located on the object's surface indicate that significant corrosion has taken place.

SCP-XXXX was discovered protruding from a small pothole in a suburban area, located in Southern █████████. The Foundation was quickly notified, after several reports regarding irrationally-behaving civilians, who lived in the area, were made. Further analysis revealed that several civilians in particular, who had maintained prolonged exposure to the object, had begun to show a lack of communication skills and showed a difficulty to interpret body language. This was later identified as the anomalous effects of the Telekill Alloy that SCP-XXXX is constructed from. It is unknown as to how an item entirely consisting of Telekill had appeared in an underground area, nor is it known as to why the item is constructed from the alloy.

Although constructed entirely from Telekill, (a separate SCP item only recently fabricated, recovered on ██/██/████), radiometric dating procedures conducted on the layer of bacteria on SCP-XXXX has indicated that the item is over 7,000 years old. It currently unknown as to how this anomaly has occurred.

What is contained within the box is currently unclear, as experimentation regarding the object's age is incomplete. The object is sealed shut, due to the presence of an extremely effective adhesive of unknown make covering the lid. Radiographic X-ray tests have revealed what appears to be a rolled up, unremarkable A4 sheet of paper. No other items appear within the object. We've opened it. ████ disappeared, came back with a crowbar, and wrenched the thing open. Christ, just check the Addendum and find it out for yourself. -Dr. ██████.
Addendum XXXX-1: The following document reveals the contents of SCP-XXXX, which was opened on ██/██/2013. This document is now contained within a separate containment locker, and is by no means accessible to any personnel without significant Clearance (Level 3).

Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be contained within a standard containment locker at Reliquary Research and Containment Site-76, which is to be secured with a combination lock. Only Level 3 on-site operatives and researchers are granted access to said containment locker. During testing/observation, SCP-XXXX is to be transferred to a standard containment chamber containing necessary equipment for whatever the experiment may require, where research can be conducted effectively. Personnel are to be assigned to SCP-XXXX for a period of no longer than 3 weeks, and any personnel assigned to SCP-XXXX are to be given regular psychological evaluations.
Description: SCP-XXXX appears to be an antiquated 15cm x 7cm x 8cm box, constructed from a previously unknown alloy now identified as SCP-148 ("Telekill Alloy"). Microscopic analysis has revealed a thin layer of bacteria of unknown species or origin, coated on the surface of the alloy. A message is engraved on the underside of the box, reading "Paradox Box - 2013". Several scratches and ruptures located on the object's surface indicate that significant corrosion has taken place.
SCP-XXXX was discovered protruding from a small pothole in a suburban area, located in Southern █████████. The Foundation was quickly notified, after several reports regarding irrationally-behaving civilians, who lived in the area, were made. Further analysis revealed that several civilians in particular, who had maintained prolonged exposure to the object, had begun to show a lack of communication skills and showed a difficulty to interpret body language. This was later identified as the anomalous effects of the Telekill Alloy that SCP-XXXX is constructed from. It is unknown as to how an item entirely consisting of Telekill had appeared in an underground area, nor is it known as to why the item is constructed from the alloy.
Although constructed entirely from Telekill, (a separate SCP item only recently fabricated, recovered on ██/██/████), radiometric dating procedures conducted on the layer of bacteria on SCP-XXXX has indicated that the item is over 7,000 years old. It currently unknown as to how this anomaly has occurred.
What is contained within the box is currently unclear, as experimentation regarding the object's age is incomplete. The object is sealed shut, due to the presence of an extremely effective adhesive of unknown make covering the lid. Radiographic X-ray tests have revealed what appears to be a rolled up, unremarkable A4 sheet of paper. No other items appear within the object. We've opened it. ████ disappeared, came back with a crowbar, and wrenched the thing open. Christ, just check the Addendum and find it out for yourself. -Dr. ██████.
Addendum XXXX-1: The following document reveals the contents of SCP-XXXX, which was opened on ██/██/2013. This document is now contained within a separate containment locker, and is by no means accessible to any personnel without significant Clearance (Level 3).

Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be contained within a standard containment locker at Reliquary Research and Containment Site-76, which is to be secured with a combination lock. Only Level 3 on-site operatives and researchers are granted access to said containment locker. During testing/observation, SCP-XXXX is to be transferred to a standard containment chamber containing necessary equipment for whatever the experiment may require, where research can be conducted effectively. Personnel are to be assigned to SCP-XXXX for a period of no longer than 3 weeks, and any personnel assigned to SCP-XXXX are to be given regular psychological evaluations.
Description: SCP-XXXX appears to be an antiquated 15cm x 7cm x 8cm box, constructed from a previously unknown alloy now identified as SCP-148 ("Telekill Alloy"). Microscopic analysis has revealed a thin layer of bacteria of unknown species or origin, coated on the surface of the alloy. A message is engraved on the underside of the box, reading "Paradox Box - 2013". Several scratches and ruptures located on the object's surface indicate that significant corrosion has taken place.
SCP-XXXX was discovered protruding from a small pothole in a suburban area, located in Southern █████████. The Foundation was quickly notified, after several reports regarding irrationally-behaving civilians, who lived in the area, were made. Further analysis revealed that several civilians in particular, who had maintained prolonged exposure to the object, had begun to show a lack of communication skills and showed a difficulty to interpret body language. This was later identified as the anomalous effects of the Telekill Alloy that SCP-XXXX is constructed from. It is unknown as to how an item entirely consisting of Telekill had appeared in an underground area, nor is it known as to why the item is constructed from the alloy.
Although constructed entirely from Telekill, (a separate SCP item only recently fabricated, recovered on ██/██/████), radiometric dating procedures conducted on the layer of bacteria on SCP-XXXX has indicated that the item is over 7,000 years old. It currently unknown as to how this anomaly has occurred.
What is contained within the box is currently unclear, as experimentation regarding the object's age is incomplete. The object is sealed shut, due to the presence of an extremely effective adhesive of unknown make covering the lid. Radiographic X-ray procedures have revealed what appears to be a rolled up, unremarkable A4 sheet of paper. No other items appear within the object. We've opened it. ████ disappeared, came back with a crowbar, and wrenched the thing open. Christ, just check the Addendum and find it out for yourself. -Dr. ██████.
Addendum XXXX-1: The following document reveals the contents of SCP-XXXX, which was opened on ██/██/2013. This document is now contained within a separate containment locker, and is by no means accessible to any personnel without significant Clearance (Level 3).

[DATA CORRUPT]

A photograph taken by a subject currently afflicted by Bipolar Disorder. SCP-XXXX is only visible in this photograph to those afflicted by various conditions.

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: Currently, no containment procedures have been devised to contain SCP-XXXX, due to its unique state of anomalousness. However aberrant, it is currently assumed that SCP-XXXX is a physical entity. As a result of this, suggestions for containment and/or methods of capture are broadly welcomed.

Any and all reports to emergency services regarding sightings of SCP-XXXX are to be forwarded to the Foundation, and are to be followed by an interview with the persons(s) who filed the initial report. Subject(s) are later to be granted Class-D amnestics and are then to be dismissed. Photographical material taken by any subject(s) are to be immediately confiscated and transferred to a storage unit. In the instance of a sighting of the structure by a Foundation researcher through any means, no physical interactions between said researcher and SCP-XXXX are permitted.

SCPS vessels Demeter, Guardian, Defender, Basisty and Astraeus are to be notified following the instance of an eyewitness account regarding SCP-XXXX residing in their respective work fields. Personnel assigned to whichever vessel are to then conduct a full investigation regarding SCP-XXXX's whereabouts. Said SCPS vessel is to hold at least one (1) subject afflicted by any of the below listed mental disorders. If found, SCP-XXXX is to be monitored thoroughly via the aid of said person(s), until no further analysis can be conducted (see Addendum XXXX-1).

Description: SCP-XXXX is an allegedly animate, ring-shaped structure of indeterminate origin. As of present, SCP-XXXX is so far only visible to those suffering from the effects of various cognitive, neurological and psychological conditions. These include:

SCP-XXXX pictured along the coastline of Brighton Beach, United Kingdom. Photograph taken by a subject afflicted with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. SCP-XXXX is only visible in this photograph to those afflicted by various conditions.

Asperger's Syndrome
Autism
Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
Dementia
Acute Stress Disorder
Tardive Dyskinesia
Tourette's Syndrome
Bipolar Disorder
Cotard Delusion
Reduplicative Paramnesia
Synesthesia
(Pending further information)

Photographs of SCP-XXXX are only visible to those afflicted with the above listed conditions (see photographs included). However, illustrations are visible to everyone. Note: If you can see SCP-XXXX in these photos, it means you're afflicted by one or more of the disorders/conditions listed previously (or you have a new condition that has yet to be reported), and you should report it to senior medical staff immediately. Do not be alarmed. Besides, if you can see it in real life, you're useful to us. -Dr. ████

It is currently unknown as to whether SCP-XXXX is a collective psychological anomaly (concerning and somehow "linking" those suffering from the previously listed conditions), or if it as an actual physical entity. As it is presumed that the structure is a physical entity, SCP-XXXX's current whereabouts is indefinite, but a combination of reports indicate that it may currently reside in the northern area of The ███████ █████. SCPS vessels ███████ and ████████ are currently conducting a full investigation regarding SCP-XXXX's whereabouts.

A photograph taken by a subject currently suffering from Autism. Subject is now receiving full psychological analysis. SCP-XXXX is only visible in this photograph to those afflicted by various conditions.

SCP-XXXX has so far only been witnessed floating within bodies of water. According to eyewitness accounts, the size of SCP-XXXX varies, and measurements range from the size of a human head (smallest known account) to a size spanning the length of Manhattan Island, New York (largest known account) (see Addendum XXXX-1). It is speculated that the size of SCP-XXXX is dependent on the size of the body of water that it inhabits. Most claimants have reported that SCP-XXXX achieves movement by "rolling" on its side, allowing it to spontaneously accelerate, and effectively move at great speed across bodies of water. SCP-XXXX is not known to have ever come into contact with any substance other than water or humans, and reports have shown that in the event of near-contact with any other substance, the entity will abruptly halt any movements made.

Many eyewitnesses have reported that SCP-XXXX will always appear to gravitate towards the subject that is viewing it. Subjects that have previously come into physical contact with SCP-XXXX have stated that they, upon touch, began to feel a sensation of peace, which gradually increased as time passed. Following this, some subjects have stated that they soon began to feel an increasing urge to observe, and reach into, the centre of the structure. This sensation can be resisted with effort. Subjects who claim to have reached into the opening usually refuse to talk of their experience (see Addendum XXXX-1). However, psychological evaluations on said subjects, conducted after physical contact with SCP-XXXX, have often revealed that subjects begin to show symptoms of somewhat unforeseen suicidal tendencies, as well as developing more extreme versions of their current mental state. What is contained within the centre of the structure is currently unknown.

Addendum XXXX-1: The following are a number of interview logs regarding sightings and contact with SCP-XXXX. All interviews are conducted by Dr. ████.

+ Interview Log XXXX-A

- Interview Log XXXX-A

Interviewed: ████ ████, female, marine biologist, Autism.

Interviewer: Dr. ████

<Begin Log, 08:00, ██/██/██>

Dr. ████: Hello, ████. I trust you're willing to share your information with us? For research purposes, of course. Nothing more.

████ ████: Happy to help.

Dr. ████: Good. You claimed to notice the structure while you were conducting biological research on coral reefs in the area of ██████, in central America. Correct?

████ ████: Yes.

Dr. ████: Please describe the incident.

████ ████: Well, I was on a diving mission with ███████, my co-worker. And it was just there, underwater. About a hundred
metres down. It wasn't moving or anything. I told ███████ about it, but she couldn't see anything. I kept on describing it to her - "It's right there, ███████, right there, it's a really big stone sculpture, and its right there. Right there. Right there!"

Dr. ████: Please remain calm.

████ ████: I'm sorry. It's my Autism.

Dr. ████: Forgiven. Please continue.

████ ████: OK. Well, after that, ███████ told me I was weird, so I ignored her. So I went over there for a closer look at the thing. You know, it was pretty huge, about the size of a three-storey apartment building. At this point I'm right next to it, so I touch it. I didn't know where ███████ was, but I didn't care. It was weird, I was just really happy when I touched that thing. I wanted to investigate further, though. You see, I was curious. So I swam over to the centre of it. You know, the…

Dr. ████: What was at the centre of the structure, ████?

████ ████: …

Dr. ████: ████?

████ ████: …

Dr. ████: …OK. I think we're done here. Thank you for your compliance.

████ ████: Yeah, OK. I'm sorry. ███████ was yelling at me to focus on my job and that I was holding us back, and all. I had to go back. All I know is that I didn't touch it from then on.

Dr. ████: Understood. You're dismissed.

<End Log, 08:05, ██/██/██>

Closing Statement: Previous psychoanalysis on ████ ████ has shown nothing out of the ordinary. I'll have to conduct further interviews on other subjects if we're to continue research on this.

+ Interview Log XXXX-B

- Interview Log XXXX-B

Interviewed: █████ ███████████, male, fisherman, Tourrette's Syndrome.

Interviewer: Dr. ████

<Begin Log, 10:00, ██/██/██>

Dr. ████: Take a seat, █████. Are you willing to share your information with us?

█████ ███████████: Sure.

Dr. ████: OK. Please describe your experience.

█████ ███████████: Well, sir, we were out on a fishing "expedition" of sort- [EXPLETIVE] [EXPLETIVE]… of sorts.. It was me and ██. The two of us. There was supposed to be a huge wave of haddock coming in from [EXPLETIVE] [EXPLETIVE] [EXPLETIVE] \[EXPLETIVE]…coming in from the east side of the Atlantic. We weren't getting anything [EXPLETIVE]… though. So ██ suggested we move on further south, 'cos he'd heard some reports of haddock living there t-

Dr. ████: Please, just answer the question.

█████ ███████████: Alright, I'm getting there. So as [EXPLETIVE] [EXPLETIVE] [EXPLETIVE]… as we get on further south, I notice this sort of round-looking [EXPLETIVE] thing. And it's getting [EXPLETIVE] closer and [EXPLETIVE] [EXPLETIVE] closer. And at this point I'm panicking [EXPLETIVE] [EXPLETIVE] [EXPLETIVE]… because I realise it's heading straight for the ship. And I'm yelling to ██ to come and look, but he swears [EXPLETIVE] [EXPLETIVE] [EXPLETIVE] [EXPLETIVE] [EXPLETIVE]… honest to God he can't see any- [EXPLETIVE] [EXPLETIVE]… anything. It was right in front of [EXPLETIVE] [EXPLETIVE] [EXPLETIVE] [EXPLETIVE] \[EXPLETIVE] [EXPLETIVE] [EXPLETIVE] the…

Dr. ████: Alright. Stay calm. You're doing fine. Take a deep breath. That's it. Inhale, exhale. Please, continue when you're ready.

█████ ███████████: Yeah. OK. I'm sorry. As I was saying, the thing just [EXPLETIVE] stopped right in front of the ship. And you know, [EXPLETIVE] [EXPLETIVE], I really wan- [EXPLETIVE] [EXPLETIVE]… I really wanted to touch that thing. So I went ahead and [EXPLETIVE] [EXPLETIVE] [EXPLETIVE] [EXPLETIVE] [EXPLETIVE] [EXPLETIVE]… Oh, God, I'm so sor- [EXPLETIVE]
[EXPLETIVE] [EXPLETIVE]

Dr. ████ It's fine. Just remember to breathe.

█████ ███████████: O-[EXPLETIVE]… OK. So… I-I-I… went ahead and… and… an-[EXPLETIVE]… and… crap… I touched it!

Dr. ████: Noted. Did you notice what was in the centre of the structure?

█████ ███████████: Yeah, I noticed it had a centre when it was coming towards us, but it was just a big, black hole. It was odd… [EXPLETIVE] the area around that hole sort of shimmered. Li- [EXPLETIVE]… like, you know when you sometimes see air shimmer in a wavy sort of pattern? You know, when hot air is released. Well, yeah, it looked like that. [EXPLETIVE]

Dr. ████: Thank you. Please continue.

█████ ███████████: Alright. Well, when I stopped touching it, it started to go away again. And the- [EXPLETIVE] [EXPLETIVE] we started moving again too. You could see it as far as the horizon went. It was quite beautiful, actually.

Dr. ████: At what point could you not see it anymore?

█████ ███████████: It just disappeared behind the horizon.

Dr. ████: OK. We're done here. Thank you for your time, █████.

████ ████: Anytime.

<End Log, 08:05, ██/██/██>

Closing Statement: Over the course of this interview, I noticed that the effects of █████'s neurological condition gradually became more extreme, and seemed to peak while he was explaining his physical contact with SCP-XXXX. It then began to decrease again towards the end of the interview. It seems that whatever we're dealing with here, it affects the way these subjects think and act.
This may pose more of a danger than we originally thought.

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is currently contained within a small storage unit at Sector-25, and is to remain active at all times. SCP-XXXX is to be observed daily, and personnel are required to record any new data and report said data to a Clearance Level 2 operative.

Description: SCP-XXXX appears to be an electronic railway timetable, resembling those most commonly found on United Kingdom-based railway stations. SCP-XXXX is constructed mostly from a silver-mercury amalgam and is coated in black paint, whereas most electronic timetables in the region are constructed from Marine-grade stainless steel. SCP-XXXX, although electronic, requires no connection to a power outlet to function, and does not contain any internal power source. An ON/OFF button is located on the bottom left of the device, and is fully functional.

SCP-XXXX has been observed to arrange and list locations that do not exist (see Addendum XXXX-1), and has also been known to display other inexplicable data, including expected times, current times, and dates. The data that is displayed changes approximately every twenty-four (24) hours.

SCP-XXXX was discovered on ██/██/██, on Platform █ at ███████ ████████ Station in London, where several citizens noticed SCP-XXXX's display. When questioned, station manager █████ ████████ claimed that a new electronic timetable had been installed earlier that day, but had previously listed existing locations. █████ also stated that the device could not have been hacked, as he was located within the timetable controls office (the only accessible point to control/change the displayed information) at the time of discovery. ███████ ████████ was then placed under lockdown as the Foundation removed SCP-XXXX from the area. All civilians and staff present were granted class-D amnesiacs and were later dismissed.

Addendum XXXX-1: Subsequent to recovery, SCP-XXXX has displayed several other inexplicable times, dates and locations. The following documents were written to record what was observed onscreen. Observation is ongoing.

+ LEVEL 1 SECURITY CLEARANCE REQUIRED

- ACCESS GRANTED

Subject: SCP-XXXX

Date: ██/██/11
Contents:
1st: Lich Jethol Tii'bolt Province 06
Expected: 15:55
Calling At: Pendus Tii'bolt Staph, Tii'bolt Elmut, Luch Jethol Tii'Bolt Province 02, Zigmal Virdo, Luch Jethol Tii'bolt Province 03, Luch Jethol Tii'bolt Province 05, Lachspor Merkliin, Bredoch Vidherr, and Luch Jethol Tii'bolt Province 06.
2nd: Grimm Koldof Amarisa

Date: ██/██/11
Contents:
1: Yve Zilz
Ex: 27:66
Cal: Izic, Yve Zilz.
2: Odeir

Date: ██/██/11
Contents:
I: II055-JAGHSPARR
E: IV:XX
G: T'GHUREMBURG X-51, AAA-NABIR-07, MNEMBOLICUS-COLOSSEUM(3-3), II055-JAGHSPARR.
II: KNOX-P26

Date: ██/██/11
Contents:
Our First Blessing: Highhaven and Winterness
Blessed At: 999:47
Destinations for our Future Blessings: Wildemeadow, Lochliff Shores, Dracnesse, Lightmallow, Mapledge, Byice, Swynhill, Aldemerrow, Norpond, Belcrest, Aldrose, and our Final Blessing, Highhaven and Winterness.
Our Second Blessing: Rayton Wyvern

> Date: ██/██/11
Contents:
0000000067MOBILETRANSPORTATIONDEVICELOCATION: T@0110101011MF-99
0000000067WHEN: 546..88
0000000067WHERE: B@01100101011-54, Z@01100101011-69, AA@01100101011-12, T@01100101011-99.
0000000067MOBILETRANSPORTATIONDEVICELOCATION2: AGB@01100101011-LL

Date: ██/██/11
Contents:
the first train and where it is going: my train and to the sofa
when the train leaves: 2 o clock
where the train will stop on the way: to my shoes, to the door, to the cat, to the bed, to daddy's coat, to the stairs, to the window, to the floor, to the shower, to the garden, to the tv, to the sofa
where my other train will go: to the sink

Date: ██/██/11
Contents:
1st: [DATA CORRUPT]
Expected: XX:XX
Calling At: Wandsworth Common, Balham, Streatham Hill, West Norwood, Gypsy Hill, Crystal Palace, Norbury, Selhurst, New Cross Gate, Walthamstow, Walthamst0w Centr4l, 3ps0m D0wns, Winnnnn0101011ersh, WinnershTRIAANgL—====, [REDACTED] [DATA CORRUPT]
2nd: Staines

Date: ██/██/11
Contents:
-NOTICE-
STAND CLEAR. NO TRANS-NATIONAL AUTOMATED VEHICLES ARE SCHEDULED FOR THE CURRENT DATE. CIVILIANS ARE REQUIRED TO EVACUATE THE EMPORIUM IMMEDIATELY. EMPORIUM HAS BEEN PLACED UNDER CLASS-OZ66 BIOHAZARD LOCKDOWN. QUARANTINE IS IMMINENT. AREA QUARANTINED IN ██:██:██. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

SCP-XXXX after around a week within containment.

Item No.: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX requires no particularly strict containment protocols. SCP-XXXX resides within a reasonably sized container located in Sector-25. SCP-XXXX is permitted to exit said container and roam the facility at will. A lock on the door of the object's containment cell is necessary for SCP-XXXX’s containment, but is only to be used if SCP-XXXX’s behaviour becomes overly disobedient. In this case, a group of on-site personnel should carefully corner the object, slowly lift it, and place it within its containment cell. The lock is to be bolted until SCP-XXXX returns to its usual calm nature. Personnel are advised to act as affectionate and as friendly as possible, and to the best of their ability, when approaching SCP-XXXX. Arm-wrestling with SCP-XXXX is not permitted.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a severed right arm, which has commenced partial decomposition, most likely due to prolonged exposure to polluted water. The object was detained after it was found floating in the River ████, located in █████████-████-████, England, by local boating enthusiasts, who proceeded to donate the item to a local organ bank. At the time, SCP-XXXX appeared to emit no anomalous effects, until around 48 hours after the object's initial recovery, when agency staff noticed repeated rattling and banging sounds coming from within SCP-XXXX's container. Further exploration within River ████ in search for more body parts has so far been unsuccessful.

The object has entered a state of active decay, but unlike other decomposing objects undergoing this stage of decomposition, SCP-XXXX shows no signs of microbial proliferation (As a result, SCP-XXX can be handled easily and safely by Foundation personnel, and without risk of infection from disease). In addition, the object has begun to decrease slightly in mass due to tissue disintegration, but does not emit a strong odour.

SCP-XXXX is animate. SCP-XXXX achieves movement by placing all five (5) fingertips onto any underlying surface to support its weight, and then repeatedly thrusts its index and third finger, one after the other, to effectively “walk” on the surface. SCP-XXXX is able to climb vertical objects, such as walls, by clawing at the surface with its fingernails and hurling itself upwards. Interestingly, SCP-XXXX possesses extraordinary strength for its relatively average size, and has been observed to push objects such as large tables and filing cabinets.

SCP-XXXX has been observed to show either friendliness or acrimony towards Foundation personnel. In most cases, SCP-XXXX is playfully mischievous. The object, upon approaching personnel, has been known to scale the torso and crawl into the personnel’s palm. At this point, SCP-XXXX may perform simple hand gestures such as pokes, high-fives, fist-bumps and tickles. However, if SCP-XXXX is mistreated by personnel for any reason, the object will, in most cases, show hateful gestures such as extending its third finger. This behaviour is mostly triggered by panic from Foundation employees when SCP-XXXX approaches them, or if personnel are to repeatedly harm or irritate SCP-XXXX. Sudden movements directed towards SCP-XXXX are advised against.

SCP-XXXX's current state.

SCP-XXXX has, in the past, shown a slight interest in modern equipment, such as pencils and computers. Though SCP-XXXX may attempt to interact with the items, any attempts to communicate through them (such as writing, or typing into text programs) have resulted only in jumbled letters and scribbles. It is to be of note that SCP-XXXX does not usually show an interest in interacting with this equipment, and would much prefer to aggravate Foundation personnel.

Note: Please, make sure that this bastard doesn’t worm its way into my office again. Hell, if I even so much as catch a glimpse of that little parasite trying to tickle my goddamn foot again, I swear to god I won’t let it off the hook so lightly. –Dr. Rolfus

I saw a Komodo Dragon the other day, which is pretty wild, especially if you’re living in Northern Canada.

Except this wasn’t any old Komodo, s’far as I’m concerned. Now I only caught a glimpse of the thing, but s’far as I can tell, this thing wasn’t your old run-of-the-mill National Geographic-type crap. This was a freakin’ beast, like the Komodo Queen or some shit. It was a standin’-on-its-back-legs, 12-foot-tall reptile Sasquatch sonofabitch.

I was only around 100 metres away from the thing when I saw it. It was pretty terrifying, to say the least. I didn’t wanna mess around or anything, so I went inside. I heard they like to kill and eat people and all. I sure as hell didn’t wanna tell my dad about that thing. Too caught up in his stupid work.

My place is one of them log cabins, which you don’t see much of round here. We always lived here, me ‘n’ Dad. We like it here. I do the woodcutting and the snow shoveling and the hunting and the gathering and sometimes the fire lighting. And my Dad works for his money. It’s all good, except I don’t really know what he does. Most folk round here chop trees or hunt or work in the city, and I know he ain’t doin’ none of that, ‘cos I do the chopping and the hunting, and we don’t own any work clothes, and work clothes are what you wear, down in Ottawa.

He says he’s some kind of archaeologist, which would be fairly plausible, if it weren’t for that goddamn room he coops himself up in. Keeps it locked 24/7. I’ve only ever been in there once; only a couple years back. I walked in, ‘cos he’d left the door open, and he didn’t even notice me until after about five seconds when he looked up from his goddamn frantic writing. I can’t really remember much else about it. Y’see, there were all these piles and piles of papers stacked on top of each other, on the desk, on the floor, everywhere. And they all had the same three-word phrase on the top of each page, which I’ll never remember for the life of me. Something about securing something. I didn’t really get a good look at it, anyway. He probably shoved me outta the room at that point, being so overprotective about it and all. I swear he’s obsessed.

My old man comes and goes, anyway. He left me alone last night, which ain’t unusual. I got bored of reading, bored of smoking, so I went to bed. Y’know when you get those nights where you just can’t sleep? Well yeah. It was like that. And it wasn’t just because I couldn’t sleep or anything.

‘Cos there were these sounds.

At first, all I could hear was some distant yelling. It was quiet, the kinda sound you hear and it makes you wonder if you actually heard it, or you’re just going crazy. Then there was some kinda roar. It was funny, it made me think of the Komodo I saw. I told myself it was just some stupid kids tryn’a chase a Grizzly, but I’d abandoned that thought as soon as the gunshots went off. And Jesus, there were lots of 'em.

If you lived in a place like me, you'd know that even if any folk carried a gun, it'd be a shotgun for huntin'. I know a fair bit about guns. Course, I hunt and all. Rabbits. Deers. All that crap. And even if you heard a gun go off, you'd know it'd be a hunter, 'cos it'd be a single shot. Not these shots.

These were one-after-the other, ratatatat bang-boom-crash type shots. The ones you hear in the movies. Like when scarface kicked open the door and sprayed. You never hear those in real life, that's one thing I know for sure. I thought to myself, these had to be some high-class hunters. I couldn't make out what they were sayin', but there had to be at least ten of 'em. Huntin' in a pack.

I figured they'd be gettin' a pretty hefty kill, but then I'd forgotten about the roars. They were closer now. Whatever they were huntin', it sure wasn't a grizzly. And I could just about make out what they were sayin' now. Sounded like army commands or some shit.

I sat up in bed after that. It was gettin' too much. Couldn't sleep. Had to go and watch. I threw on some boots, grabbed my huntin' hat and fur coat, and went downstairs. It was funny. Each step I took, the louder the gunshots and the yellin' and the screamin' and the roarin' was.

I went ahead and opened the door. It was cold out, and I could see my breath in front of my face and all, but that's normal for Canada. I couldn't tell if I was shiverin' 'cos I was scared or 'cos it was cold. Probably both.

I stepped out onto the snow on the front porch. We got a nice big clearing all around our house, but it was still hard to see what was goin' on and all. Whenever there was a gunshot, the sky would turn yellow and light everythin' up.

The voices were getting closer.

Crap, there's a house over there.
Fuck off, you're kidding. You don't get houses in this area, this place is inhabitable. Move your ass.
Have a fucking look for yourself! If I'm not hallucinating, that over there is a fucking log cabin.
Shit.

With that, two freakin' robots were lookin' right at me. At least, they looked like robots. They had suits with armor and helmets with visors and guns with laser-sights. I was too shook to move.

What y'all lookin' at? I yelled. I just wanted 'em to back off.

It's a kid. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
I'll alert the Foundation. Can't let this kid know anything. Where are the amnestics?
Idiot rookie. We don't carry amnestics! We're an MTF.We either kill the kid, or risk valuable information getting leaked to the fucking public. Which do you think would be the more sensible option, huh?

The skinnier one aimed his gun. At me. Fired and missed. Asshole. I was about to run, but then I caught a glimpse of something about the size of a freakin' T-rex standing right behind them.

FUCK. FUCKFUCKFUCKFU-

Ratatatat. Nothing.

With each gunshot, the Komodo's face was lit up like a freakin' pumpkin. It was a nasty sonofabitch, bearing its teeth in a grin and all. It roared as it crushed the life outta the two robots. Man, you should've seen that shit. Blood, brains, guts everywhere. And the fucker was slurping it up like a cat slurping its milk. Fuckin' disgusting.

Then it looked right at me.

And with that, I ran and I ran, further and further than I'd ever ran before in my goddamn life. I didn't even know if that fucker was after me or not, but I wasn't gonna wait around. And in all that time I was runnin', I couldn't help but wonder where in hell my dad had gotten to. I remember the day when he'd sworn to protect me. To make sure I was secure. To contain me from whatever shit was out there. Man, fuck that.

It must've been around two miles of runnin' when I stopped. No sign of the Komodo fucker. I looked up.

A helicopter was up there in the sky. It wasn't one of them regular choppers, by no means. This was a full-on army 'copter, y'know, the ones with two sets of propellers. Just sorta hangin' there. It had a freakin' spotlight and was lookin' around, so I had to jump into a ditch and hope for the best. That's when some dude with a megaphone started talking.

COME OUT OF THE HOLE, AND PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD. I stayed where I was.

I REPEAT, COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD. YOU ARE IN EXTREME DANGER.

No shit.

The 'copter was right over me now, spotlight blindin' my eyes, wind from the propellors blowin' my hair back.

I'd had enough of that shit. I was runnin' again.

Runnin'.

I think I threw up a couple times when I was runnin', but I kept going. Didn't even care where to. Didn't even know where I was. I just wanted to get away. All the while that goddamn heli was tailing my ass.

My head smacked against concrete.

I hit the snow. Blood was spillin' from my mouth. All my clothes had gone to shit, but I didn't even know what to expect that night, so I couldn't blame myself. I felt my eyelids growin' heavier and heavier as each second went. The air from the 'copter was blowin' my face to bits, each chop more intense than the last one.

I was against a freakin' wall. Y'know, like the forest just stopped. And there was just a freakin' wall.

The chopper was down. More robots. Yelling orders or some shit. Some at me, some at each other. I just lay there. S'all I could do.

The robots came over, made a circle around me. One of 'em without a visor knelt down beside me, lookin' all homely like, smile on his face and all.

Hey, kid. How you feeling?
Fuck you.
Here. Take this. It'll numb the pain. The robot stuck out his hand. It was a freakin' pill. Fuck pills.
Leave me alone. I pushed him away, so the robots all aimed their guns.

Some dude in a long white coat broke the crowd.

…What in hell is going on? Has 354-4 been neutralized?…

…Yes, sir. Omega 7 was deployed by your command, and was succesful…

…Ah. Excellent work. Notify O5 immediately. Who-…

The dude in the white coat did a double take. My vision was the blurriest shit. I couldn't make out his face for the life of me, but from the way he moved and from the way he was talkin', I knew who he was.

…Dad?

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