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Item #: SCP-1145
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1145 is to be stored in Secure Locker C-19 at Site 4 until further notice. Testing with SCP-1145 is permissible for level 2 staff of the Psychological Research Division, or level 3 staff of other divisions. Written permission from Doctor ██████ is required for testing outside of the Psychological Research Division.
Due to the permanent nature of SCP-1145's effect, testing with D-Class personnel is prohibited without written permission from Doctor ██████.
Description: SCP-1145 is a black slate sign, with the words "If You Are Reading This Then You Are Blissfully Unaware of What is Creeping Up Behind You" printed on it.
When viewed directly, SCP-1145 implants a psychological suggestion in humans who view it, through an unknown mechanism. D-class testing with various methods of blocking out specific wavelengths of visible light have concluded that the subject must view SCP-1145 in the visible spectrum of light for the effect to occur.
This suggestion causes anxiety, elevated blood pressure, and in advanced cases, panic and heart attacks. This effect is centered upon a feeling that something or someone, usually non-specific, is behind the subject, constantly pursing them. Subjects exposed to this effect generally report trouble sleeping, and generally report a heavier incidence of nightmares. This effect is not observed to occur when SCP-1145 is viewed through indirect viewing, reflective surfaced included.
SCP-1145 was discovered in Manitoba, Canada on ██/██/████ after a higher incidence of anxiety was reported in the town of ██████. The statistics were skewed enough to warrant Foundation attention, and two agents were dispatched to investigate.
Agents Brown and McClaren were sent to the area to conduct a survey of the possible threat. On [DATA EXPUNGED], Agents Brown and McClaren contacted █████ ███████, using standard cover as government agents, as part of their standard investigation. When the Agents spoke with █████ ███████, they reported that she was nervous about something "coming to get her", and would not cooperate with their questions. Agent Brown subdued █████ ███████, while Agent McClaren conducted a sweep of her residence. █████ ████████ was discovered to work at a local cafe, along with several other of the subjects in the thesis.
SCP-1145 was found on a shelf, pictured above, in a local cafe. At the time, no anomalous properties were suspected, as there were no observable effects from SCP-1145. Upon returning to Site 11, Agent McClaren began to exhibit signs of psychological distress. Agent McClaren reported that something was pursuing him, and further claimed that if he didn't leave Site 11, it would kill him. After a psychiatric evaluation, it was determined that Agent McClaren had encountered some form of psychological suggestion, and a containment team was dispatched to ██████.
Containment Team Rho 7 was dispatched to SCP-1145's location and brought SCP-1145 in to containment.
Addendum: Agent McClaren has, to date, shown no signs of recovery from her psychological damage. It is unknown at this time whether SCP-1145's effect expires, or it is permanent. Continued evaluations and therapy with Agent McClaren are ongoing. Until further evidence comes forward, SCP-1145's effect is to be considered permanent.
Addendum 2: On ██/██/████, Agent McClaren was found dead in her quarters at Site 11. Several large lacerations, consistent with a sharp, curved tool or claw, were found parallel to her spine. Cause of death was found to be exsanguination. Access to SCP-1145 for research is to be restricted to level 3 personnel, with written permission from Doctor ██████. All persons exposed to SCP-1145 are to be monitored for signs of the same phenomenon.
Addendum 3: So far, none of the members of the town of ██████ have exhibited any signs of physical trauma. ██% of D-class personnel have been found dead with wounds consistent with those found on Agent McClaren. It is unknown at this time why only members and subjects from The Foundation have been assaulted as such, though investigations are ongoing.
This is some old shit. Read it. Half of it is posted, some of it isn't. Why? Because it is far too awesome for your mortal eyes!
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Doctor Magnus' Proposal
Item #: SCP-001
Object Class: Euclid, Status update currently under review
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-001 is currently unable to be completely contained, due to its nature. Partial containment procedures are as follows: Until further notice, a full scale containment area shall be created around the object, henceforth referred to as Secure Site 01. At all times, there are to be no fewer than six (6) armed guards around the object, and no more than ten (10) armed guards at any given time within fifty (50) meters of the object. Standard security features (Biological, explosive, memetic) are to be employed in all access corridors at all times.
No living being, be it animal, human, or otherwise, is to approach within thirty (30) meters of the object at any given time, regardless of purpose, clearance, or cost to the Foundation. Failure to comply with this will result in termination.
Every fifteen (15) meters, there is to be a blast door of no less than thirty (30) cm in thickness with a combination of lead, radium, and palladium in the combination of 90/6/4 alloy. Failure to activate even one blast door during standard security checks will result in situation Gamma 7, with reports being made to no fewer than three (3) level four personnel. Blast doors containing this mixture have shown effectiveness in reducing, or slowing the rate of SCP-001's effect and as such, the chamber housing SCP-001 has been plated in the material as best as possible.
Any activity exhibited by SCP-001 is to be reported immediately by no less than three (3) personnel on duty at any given time. Activity includes acceleration of spinning, light emissions, raising in background radiation, manifestation, or Situation Lambda.
A quarantine zone, originating from Secure Site-01, to a radius of five (5) km is to be kept free of unauthorized personnel at all times.
No religious observations may be effected within five (5) km of the object. As such, it is highly recommended that staff working at Secure Site 01 are either atheistic, agnostic, or non practicing of any faith.
Security Personnel for SCP-001 are to be chosen at random from the highest scoring on standard aptitude tests for loyalty, marksmanship, and commitment. They must pass a screening to determine if they would be willing to face the consequences of breaking containment, and if they were willing to eliminate any form of attacker (child, woman, etc). A failing score in any of these areas will result in rejection. Atheistic or agnostic personnel are preferred, but not required.
Description: SCP-001 is a two dimensional parallelogram of unknown composition. Located in ████████,███████████, sixty seven (67) meters underground, SCP-001 has mass currently beyond the Foundation's ability to measure. Likewise, samples of the object have never been successfully extracted, due to the hardness of the material that SCP-001 is comprised of. Multiple scans of the object, as well as photographic records have confirmed SCP-001 as truly two dimensional, defying several laws of physics.
The measurements of SCP-001 are twenty seven (27) meters across the long ends, and seven (7) meters across the shorter, slanted sides. The object has been observed ranging in colors all across the spectrum of visible light, and beyond.
SCP-001 floats three (3) meters off the ground, and spins in time with the spin of the earth, within a standard fluctuation of 1.2% at any given time, completing one revolution per day. Due to the two dimensional nature of the object, cameras at various positions in the chamber will lose sight of the object for several minutes of each day. This is normal, and should not be cause for alarm.
SCP-001 has the anomalous ability of physically manifesting human beliefs, with accuracy and likelihood of success directly proportional to the number of humans who consciously share that belief. Verbal expression and visualization via writing or drawing within its presence also has a stronger effect. This effect has been observed to become stronger the closer to the object, and the number of people that are within proximity. Within thirty-two (32) meters, this effect has been observed to occur within six (6) minutes of speaking of the belief in front of SCP-001.
This effect has been observed on several occasions, leading to the creation of several SCP's, which are currently in containment. (See Addendums 4-7) This effect is not understood in any meaningful sense at this point, as the manifestations seem arbitrary, and at times are seemingly random objects. This could be due, however, to the fact that these manifestations do not occur in the immediate area of SCP-001 consistently. SCP-001 seems to respond more strongly to religious beliefs; whether this is due to the ubiquitousness of such beliefs is a subject for further study. (See Addendum 27)
Following one of these events, the surface of SCP-001 changes, and takes on a number of symbols, which are believed to be records of what it creates. This process is usually observed to occur with a ground akin to grinding stone, which etches markings in to the surface of SCP-001. Each one is separated by what looks like the modern character for backslash (\). To date, there are █████ such symbols. Foundation translators, and outside contractors have been brought in to decipher these symbols. At this point, Foundation assets have correlated ███ of these symbols with objects that the Foundation currently [DATA EXPUNGED].
SCP-001 was discovered some time in the early 18th century, after reports of it began to surface in the mid 1780's of a "wondrous object in the Arabies" which was brought to the attention of ████████ ██████ ████████, on April 12th, 1787.
Upon investigation in to the authenticity of the reports, ████████ ██████ ████████ formed an expedition to the area described, and found several anomalous ruins, comprised of materials that eventually became SCP-███ and SCP-███.
Upon discovery of the properties of the object, ████████ ██████ ████████ formed the organization currently known as the SCP Foundation, in order to prevent its misuse. As such, the Foundation has expanded to cover the objects that SCP-001 has manifested, including objects previously created that were not kept secure to this point. Secure Site 01 was built in 1███ in order to disguise the group that was protecting SCP-001.
Addendum 001-1 On June 4, 1918, a man was found inside of the chamber housing SCP-001, chanting rapidly in a language that hasn't been identified currently, as there was no way to record sound on site at this time. When ordered to stop, he turned to the security staff, drew an object that was later identified as a weapon, which began rotating around his body without assistance, and attempted to attack the security staff. The security staff were forced to fire upon the intruder, and were successful in scoring several shots on the target, after the weapon deflected several of them. The intruder later died of his wounds.
Date of incursion was three weeks before the recorded beginning of 1918 Spanish Flu Epidemic, which resulted in the deaths of over 675,000 people.
Upon inspection of the body of the intruder, he was found to be carrying several objects of unknown composition, and creation, which are still being identified to this day.(See Photographic Addendum 3) Autopsy confirmed that the subject was human, and no major abnormalities which point to the subject's origin.
The investigation into how he entered the chamber housing SCP-001 is still underway. Since this date, there have been three hundred seventeen (317) separate incidents involving an attack on Secure Site-01 by individuals using the same form of equipment. Attempts to determine their origin and how they manage to breach security have met with failure.
Addendum 001-2 On ██/██/████, sixty-seven (67) of the previously mentioned unknown assailants assaulted Secure Site 01 at ████. Assailants overpowered four (4) guards, and managed to make it through three of the ten blast doors on the way to SCP-001. At this point, twenty-five (25) of the assailants fell to their knees, and started chanting towards SCP-001, while the remaining sixteen (16) held off the remaining SCP forces.
Sixteen days after this event, following an Impact Event on ██/██/████, SCP-███ was discovered, captured, and secured in containment.
Addendum 001-3 On October ██, 19██, a security breach was announced in sector 777 of Secure Site-01, the chamber housing SCP-001. Upon arrival, security staff found what appeared to be six of the then O5 council crowded around the object, all yelling towards it. Security Staff, complying with procedure, were forced to eliminate all of the intruders. After this incident, the remaining O5 council voted unanimously that the entrance to the chamber be permanently sealed, using the aforementioned alloy mixture.
Investigation into this incident shows that there was no common link between the O5's in question. Several of them had never met outside of official meetings of the O5 council. As such, additional precautions have been put in place in order to reduce this incident's recurrence chance, including much stricter restrictions on the movements of the O5 council itself, in accordance with [REMOVED BY O5 ORDER].
ADDITIONAL ADDENDA CLASSIFIED BY O5 ORDER
Additional Notes on SCP-001
From the Desk of Doctor ██████:
Due to the obvious nature of SCP-001, I'm inclined to believe this object might be responsible for the creation of several entities currently within our containments that are known to several religious beliefs. At this point, I'm not going to try to say that we created God by believing it, but I'm inclined to speculate that several deities might be running around without our knowledge due to this object, if enough people agree on it. What concerns me, is that it seems so very arbitrary…almost as if the object itself is shaping humanity, due to which beliefs it manifests. I can believe as hard as I want that I'm an immortal purple watermelon, but that doesn't mean it's going to happen. If I imagine that there's some being that can utterly destroy me, and convince a few of my colleagues as well….then I don't think that SCP-001 would have any issue manifesting that particular nightmare.
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Item #: SCP-XXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXX is to be stored in secure Locker ███-██ in Site 22 until further notice. Secure Locker ███-██ is to contain an electronic scale, which is to report the current weight of the object at all times. Any change in the weight before testing and after testing that is +/- 1g beyond test materials removed is to be reported immediately, and Containment Breach protocols should be enacted. Level 2 clearence is required for research involving SCP-XXX, with written permission from a level 3 staff member.
Description: SCP-XXX is a compound of C12H22O11 (Sucrose) interlaced with a substance with the formula H7Xe2O4C8. The method of which this molecule was created is currently unknown, as the current principles of chemistry disagree with its composition and structure. Research is ongoing.
SCP-XXX is within an ornate silver shaker, with the logo for Marshall, Carter, and Dark engraved on the bottom, hereafter referred to as SCP-XXX-2. There are no visible seams in the shaker, and as such there is no way known at the moment to refill SCP-XXX-2, though testing at this point has shown no measurable change in weight of the object, suggesting that the substance may replenish itself. This "replenishing" effect is only observed to occur if the object is left standing for more than two (2) hours without movement. Whether this is a property of SCP-XXX or SCP-XXX-2 is unknown at this time, but it is hypothesized that the interaction of the second compound with the materials of SCP-XXX-2 create this effect.
When SCP-XXX is elevated and released, SCP-XXX enters suspension within the air. The crystals of SCP-XXX surround whoever threw SCP-XXX in to the air, and remain there for precisely seven (7) minutes, eighteen (18) seconds. This had shown no adverse affect on the thrower so far, as SCP-XXX will not come within two (2) milimeters of the thrower, even if they walk through the cloud of SCP-XXX.
If any other living being enters the cloud of SCP-XXX, however, SCP-XXX will surround the subject, and force its way in to the mucous membranes of the subject, causing severe lacerations, and coating the area with crystalline formations akin to what is colloquially known as "rock candy". This is unerringly non-fatal however, and leaves the subject blind, deaf, with moderate difficulty breathing, and in severe pain. Attempts to remove the crystalline growths have proven unsuccessful thus far.
After exiting suspension with the air, SCP-XXX will deposit on any horizontal surfaces, until thrown again, wherein it will return to being in suspension. This effect can only occur if SCP-XXX is dry, as a solution of SCP-XXX in water did not show any anomalous properties.
SCP-XXX was recovered from the home of ██████ ███████ in [REDACTED], Wales, after several missing persons cases were connected to ██████ ███████, and a possible link to Marshall, Carter, and Dark was confirmed. Also recovered were letter and receipt from Marshall, Carter, and Dark limited, for the amount of [REDACTED]. To date, no other samples of SCP-XXX have been recovered.
Addendum 1 The following is from a letter recovered from the home of ██████ ███████:
To a Mister ███████
We thank you for your purchase of this fine item. I hope you will find it to your liking, though I'm sure your dinner guests will certainly find it interesting. If we can be of assistance setting up any sort of soiree for you, we, of course, would be more than willing to assist. We look forward to continued business with you, and trust that you've taken steps to avoid the attention of a certain group, as we've advised.
Sincerely,
Misters Marshall, Carter, and Dark
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Resident Brief
So you've all been selected to be doctors for the Foundation. Heads of your fields and all of that nonsense? Well, I'm here to tell you that none of that matters. Here, you're just one of the rest. We have on staff over nine hundred and seventy four doctors among the eight primary sites alone. Why so many? They're necessary. The Foundation racks up a body count like it's going out of style, and it's your job to get that number as close to zero as you can, while not getting yourself wiped off this rock.
My name? Doctor Christopher Zartion, MD. Yes, I know you've all got your MDs, and probably a few PhD's. You're all world renowned surgeons and pathologists and all of that. I don't care, and neither do your superiors. Unfortunately, none of that even matters any more.
The forefront of medicine? It's here. Right here. This is the place where you'll work on superviruses, strains of staphylococcus that would make your head explode, and viruses and bacteria which you'd never heard of before. We work with technologies and methods of treatment that are deemed too dangerous, and too experimental. If you think you can't handle that, I suggest you leave now.
What? Hey— What are you doing?! Sit back down. That was a joke. This isn't voluntary.
What you'll see here is going to make or break you, in some cases quite literally. Now I know you're probably wondering what I'm getting at, but I can't tell you. If I told you, in some cases, you'd risk exposure right there. I've been working here for less than five years, and I've seen pathologies that would make you shudder to think of it happening to you, or even any other human being.
That being said, it's going to be your job to log all of what you see, so that it doesn't happen to your teams, and your friends in the containment division. Believe me, they'll be your friends. You'll certainly have to patch them up enough. Yes, Doctor? Of course you're expected to keep accurate records. See this? This is a standard case file for a D-class that the research staff were exposing to one type of virus. You'll notice it's over eighty pages long. That's from one experiment. We perform hundreds in a given month. It should be noted that paper copies are only kept for experiments that are deemed too vital to be left to electronic storage. So you write up this extremely meticulous log, and you might be given a one line mention about the results in a distilled format on the database. Sucks, but it's what happens. It's your job, and you don't get to call out.
The D-class. You're going to feel bad for the D-class, you really are. They're all terrible people, but they're still people. You'll patch up the spine snappings, and the lacerations of the throat. You'll remove rock candy from mucus membranes, and send them back to have it done to them again. This is horrifying, yes? No, it's your job now. The Foundation runs on, whether we like it to or not, and we are the ones who keep it on its feet. Not the researchers, not even the containment staff. We do. Without us, everything would go to hell around here.
We have, in containment, right now, several viruses that if unleashed on the world, wouldn't be an epidemic situation. It would be pandemic, guaranteed. I'm sure some of the pathologists here would be assigned to researching them, and developing countermeasures. Of course it goes without saying that all those procedures you learned back in medschool about cleanliness and disinfecting go double while you're here. Hell, some of those won't work either, so you'll have to follow the containment procedures for the specific object you're working with.
The best case scenario for you who will be working in actual medical? Severe lacerations, or bullet wounds. Hopefully it's only physical trauma. God help you if something infectious gets in to your lab. Some of you might even be assigned to site resident shifts, and get it easy. Keep in mind researchers aren't as scrupulous about disinfecting after experiments as we are. You'd be amazed what passes under your microscope.
Maybe if you get a little less lucky, you'll deal with someone who's arm spontaneously exploded. Then you'll have to report what exactly the patient is going through, secondary symptoms, etc. If you're assigned in a research capacity rather then called in to treat the injury, your first job is to report anything that is off, or anomalous about the trauma. That's your job now, the patient comes second. If you're kind of lucky, you'll deal with someone who's blood is boiling out of his eyes as you speak to him. These are standard cases, of known SCP's. These aren't fabrications to scare you.
What if you're not lucky? You become the patient, doctor. Something gets out, gets inside of you, and we study you.
Let me give you two major pieces of advice.
One, we're here to treat, to heal, and to do as we're told. Sometimes, that might involve breaking the Hippocratic oath.
Oh sit down, I know, heal never harm. This, however, is the Foundation. If anything gets out, it's more than the patient who will suffer. Remember, we're responsible for the lives of countless thousands. If one has to suffer for it, they will. Besides, if you don't, you'll probably end up in front of an inquiry.
Two, if the patient is violent, or carrying something don't try to contain it yourself. Call a containment team immediately. Don't risk your own life. We have precious few doctors now, and believe it or not, training a doctor takes more resources then the Foundation is generally willing to expend without a damn good reason. For those of you who thought joining the foundation turned you in to Doctor House, or James Bond, think again. You're here to do a job, keep that in mind at all times.
For those of you who work outside of medical, assisting in the field, keep your heads down. Yeah, you with the Bill Nye bowtie. Of course you'll be in danger. You could get shot at, exposed to a memetic hazard, anything. The idea is to keep your head down, follow the instructions of the field agents, and try to come back in one piece.
Yeah, you with the— Is that a top hat? Why in the hell are you wearing a top hat? Never mind. You're all dismissed, try not to get yourselves maimed on your first week. I don't want to see any of you in the medical bay.
The following story is being cleaned the fuck up. Read it noobs!
The smoking lounge was quiet for a Saturday. Doctor Rathra tried not to fidget, fighting a losing battle with his own nerves. He'd been in this room a dozen times already, getting in to the good graces of the three men sitting before him. They conversed pleasantly, occasionally asking Doctor Rathra for a response, or including him in the conversation.
They were surrounded by other tables, though none of them were occupied. This room had been cleared out especially to do business between the four of them. Soft music played over the phonograph in the corner, a soprano warbling out the bars of an aria.
In front of the group lay a table, laden with all manner of foodstuffs, and various illicit substances that "enhanced the evening" as his dinner companions liked to put it. The last item on the table was a plain leather collar, with a small tag on the front. There was some form of script on the tag, though Doctor Rathra didn't recognize it.
He glanced nervously at the three men across from him, doing his best to keep his face from betraying his intention. Each of the men were wildly different from the others, and he couldn't have described them if he was put to it. There was something about them that eluded description.
Doctor Rathra cleared his throat, and tried to affect a casual inflection to his voice. His stutter was coming back with a vengeance, but he forced his voice to comply with his brain. "Tell me again how it works, precisely?" He gestured vaguely to the collar in front of them.
The smallest of the men in front of him, Carter, if he was pressed to come up with a name, spoke. "It's a subjugation collar, dear boy. How it works is a mystery for those negro spirit women to figure out. What it does is what's the ticket. Anyone wearing this is under your thrall. Anything you say, they do, without question, without hesitation."
The slightly overweight gentleman to his left chortled for a moment, before speaking up, "Not that any of us have problems being obeyed, eh?" The other two laughed along with him for several moments, as if this was the funniest thing in the world. Doctor Rathra smiled genially with the men, trying not to shake visibly. The arrogance coming off of these men was as palpable as a blanket, but he wouldn't dare act against them here.
Instead, Doctor Rathra just nodded, and picked up the collar, spinning it in his fingers, in the smooth practiced motions he'd been rehearsing for months as part of his cover for this acquisition. Weeks, months of preparations, smoothing out his speech, shoring up his movements, all to acquire the object in front of him.
They'd already come up with a name for it. It would be Object-227. Procedures were already being drawn up, and several other doctors were eagerly waiting to figure out precisely how it worked. Most assuredly the Administrator would want it locked down, and away from these people as soon as possible.
His smile widened, and he tried to put out a sense of easy confidence. It wasn't very easy of course. "There's this darling little girl that one of my associates loves so dearly. If you saw the lips on this little wench, you'd understand why I require this item." He laughed quietly, forcing it out. To his imminent disgust, the other men just nodded along with him.
"Oh, they're always so pretty when they're young aren't they?" This one was gaunt, and tall. Dark, they called him. They always called each other by honorifics, never by name. Safety, I guess.
The third one, who seemed slightly warier then the others, leaned forward, and steepled his fingers. "I don't think I ever caught your name, actually, mister…?" he let his voice trail off, the unspoken question hanging in the air.
Doctor Rathra cleared his throat once more, a nervous tick he couldn't quite supress. "Doctor actually. Doctor Anthony Black. I'm a lecturer at Oxford next year, and I couldn't have this little tart slip through my fingers."
The man stared straight in to his eyes, and his voice dropped to a whisper. "We don't see too many doctors come through our esteemed club's doors lately. May I ask what you're a doctor of?"
Doctor Rathra's palms started to sweat, and his free hand touched the hilt of the little holdout dagger in his sleeve as he answered, "Physical Sciences. I'm very interested, especially in electricity."
The portly man chortled again, and slapped Mister Dark on the back, whom reacted with a glare. "Come now, I doubt someone who's engaged in such merriment as he over the past few weeks would be with that group."
Mister Dark sat back, and waved a hand in a dismissive fashion. "I suppose you're correct Mister Marshall. I apologize, Doctor Black." He looked up at the door, almost expectantly, then fixed his gaze back on Doctor Rathra. "May I ask who referred you to our…acquisition department?"
Doctor Rathra calmed down significantly, as the questions returned to the purview of his cover story. "Ahh, yes. Mister Braeburn recommended I speak with you gentlemen if I had any sort of issues that I couldn't solve through…ordinary means, shall we say."
Mister Marshall made a soft clucking noise with his tongue. "Shame what happened to Mister Braeburn. I suppose that's what you get for challenging a superior player to a game of darts when the stakes are that high, eh?"
Doctor Rathra smoothly pulled out his pocketwatch, doing his best to appear dismissive. "Oh bother. I hadn't realized the time had gotten away from me quite so much. Time flies when
you're in good company, I suppose. Now, as to your payment. I didn't bring the sum with me yet, but if you'll be so kind—"
Mister Carter held up a hand, and grinned at Doctor Rathra with a toothy smile that would have made a harpy shudder, "Now now, Doctor. This is a gentlemen's club. Books are books, and can be settled whenever. It's only money after all. Take your trinket now, enjoy the attentions of this little wench. Bring her back here if you feel so inclined."
Doctor Rathra tried to put on a rakish smile, and nodded. "Now that would be some entertainment." He rose from his seat, and bowed slightly to each of the other men. "Farewell gentlemen, and I hope you have a pleasant evening."
He picked up the collar from the table, and started to walk away, doing his damndest not to sprint to the door.
Mister Carter spoke up, before he could take two steps, however. "Doctor Rathra? Your hat?"
He turned, and accepted his hat. He realized his mistake, just as he touched the brim of the hat. His eyes went wide, and he expected to be shot at any second. Mister Carter only smiled wider.
"Say hello to old Ezra for me, will you?" Mister Carter said, a predatory grin settling on his face.
Doctor Rathra backed straight up, and this time, did sprint directly for the door. His thoughts were racing through his head. They knew. Oh god, they knew the whole time, and now I'm going to die.
He bounded out in to the dreary London fog, and dissapeared in to the mist. Mister Marshall sipped his scotch, and let out a satisfied sound under his breath. "Right again, Mister Dark."
Mister Dark sat down, and fingered the handle of his sword cane. "Thank you Mister Marshall. Mister Carter, did you get down the name of his Alias?"
Mister Carter cocked his head to one side, and scratched a pen across a pad of paper. "Anthony Black. We'll run it down for any associates. Thank you for the idea, Mister Dark."
Doctor Rathra eventually came to a stop, gasping for breath, leaning against a building. He couldn't believe he'd gotten away with his life. He rounded the corner of the building, and stepped on to the long pier.
At the end of the last dock, there was a ship moored, a single light betraying its presence in the darkness. Doctor Rathra stepped quickly up the gangplank, and knocked twice on the cabin door.
A voice called out from the darkness, "What do you wish?"
Doctor Rathra said quietly, "To secure that which could harm our world, to contain that which we can't allow to be free, and to protect the world from anything that would undo it."
The door opened, and Doctor Rathra shuffled inside quickly. Several men sat around the cabin, and three sat around a table in the middle of the room. Doctor Rathra stepped up to the table, and lay the collar in front of them.
"Object-227 acquired. Unfortunately, they already knew who I was. They identified me by name." Doctor Rathra stood there in silence, waiting for a response from some of the most powerful men in the world.
"Excellent work, Rathra. Don't worry about the cover story. This was the last object we were going to acquire in the near future from that group, regardless. They've started to detect a pattern in our accounts," said the smaller gentlemen sitting at the head of the table.
"There…is something else sir. They knew about us. They told me to say hello to Ezra. Whatever that meant."
The man at the head of the table sat up straight, and sighed. "I see. So they know then. We set sail at dawn for the new world."
Every face in the cabin was turned towards the man at the head of the table. He was only known to them as The Administrator. Doctor Rathra spoke up first, "Sir, is there something wrong?"
The Administrator smiled slightly, and rested his chin on one hand. "No. Everything is going exactly as I imagined it would."
End of the god-double-blessed story, yo!
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Item #: SCP-954
Object Class: Safe Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Instances of SCP-954 are to be contained in Bio-Habitat 27 at Site ██. Bio-Habitat 27 is to be covered in a soundproof material, on the interior and exterior to prevent sound leakage from the containment chamber. Testing with SCP-954 requires level 2 clearance, with an experiment procedure delivered to the director of Study for SCP-954, currently Doctor ███████.
Description: SCP-954 is a species of frog similar to Eleutherodactylus cystignathoides campi also known as the Rio Grande Chirping frog. Unlike Eleutherodactylus cystignathoides campi , however, SCP-954's vocalizations are not within human hearing range. The anomalous properties of SCP-954 are observed when it vocalizes in the presence of other organisms.
SCP-XXX's vocalizations cause slight hallucinations in human subjects, by stimulating the temporoparietal junction region of the brain. It is hypothesized that this is an accidental biproduct of the method of prey capture for SCP-954; it is also beleived that vibrations caused by SCP-954'svocalizations are the cause of this effect in humans.
This effect, upon this region, causes the phenomenon known as "shadow people." The "shadow people" effect is commonly described as seeing a shadowy figure in the periphery of vision, which moves quickly when focused upon, out of visual range. This phenomenon is hypothesized to be what causes most ghost sightings that can't be attributed to confirmed sources or SCP objects.
SCP-954's effect has been observed to be used in order to disorient various insects, usually causing their movements to become erratic. It is unknown precisely how this affects insects, as they lack the complex brain structures of humans. When affected, most flying insects fall to the ground, and land-based insects generally stop movement. In rare cases, they [DATA EXPUNGED]. Several hypothesi have been put forth to explain this, the most plausible of which is that the vocalizations interupt the motor proteins around the major methods of locomotion in insects. It is unknown how SCP-954 developed this trait, however, SCP-954 has been found over most of North America, and parts of Europe and Asia. As such there should be a variance of the development of the species, but there [REDACTED].
SCP-954 is not believed to be responsible for any deaths, however, at this time. Most subjects report a feeling of disorientation after being exposed to the effect which usually lasts for less than two hours.
Addendum 1: On ██/██/████ SCP-954's vocalizations were observed to be audible in the human perception range. This effect was observed by Doctor ███████, during routine feeding of SCP-954. During this occurrence, Doctor ████████ reported feeling extremely uncomfortable, and later reported a headache. During this period of vocalization, several specimens of SCP-954 expired, due to rupture of the vocal apparatus.
When Doctor ███████ reported to the medical department for standard workups after the test, it was found that his temporoparietal junction had swollen large enough to potentially cause damage to the surrounding tissues. Testing with SCP-954 is to be suspended immediately, and all instances of SCP-954 reported in the wild are to be collected immediately by MTF-Omega-87 ("Frog Watch"). Refer to document SCP-954-C/R-01 for specific instructions on team loadout and procedures.
Note from Doctor ███████:
I don't beleive SCP-954 is a danger at this point. Like all predatory creatures, it is attempting to adapt to the environment. Unlike most predatory animals, however, SCP-954 seems to adapt much faster, either inter-generational, or within first generation. This is remarkably interesting, and warrants further study. However, until containment and testing procedures can be updated, all testing is to be ceased until we can assess the danger first. Feeding shall continue, using class D for now.
