#SCP Action Report

[dzthenerd490]

Action Report: Helix Part 2

Rome was supposed to be watching over Dr. Walker, but she was currently in the shower, so he decided to just fix her some tea instead. Now that he was done, he walked down the hall to where the showers were so that he could wait for her. However, as he got closer to the door, he dropped the tray out of shock when he saw the one who walked out wasn't Dr. Walker but Peter, Patient Zero of Narvik-B. Peter roared and ran towards him, though shockingly Rome ran back at him. Peter raised his fists to grapple Rome, but Rome grabbed his hands and held him in place and actually managed to overpower Peter a little. However, Rome noticed that Peter’s neck was moving again and recognized it as the same thing the rat did before infecting the other rat. 

Rome then kicked Peter’s shin hard forcing him on his knee and finally head butted him, Peter fell to the ground finally knocked out. 

Dr. Farragut: What the hell happened?

Rome turned around to see Dr. Farragut walking up to him.

Rome: I got Peter! Go check on Dr. Walker! She’s in the showers!”

Dr. Farragut: Wha- I-”

Rome: Relax you two were married once I’m sure she won’t mind you seeing her naked.

Dr. Farragut was taken-a-back by Rome somehow knowing they were married and now divorced. But he shook his head to not let the nonsense cloud his judgment. 

Dr. Farragut: No that’s not it, we have another problem.

Rome just finished putting restraints on Peter before looking back up at Dr. Farragut in confusion.

***

Rome and Dr. Farragut got Peter into the main quarantine area though as they did Rome was shocked to see that there were more than twenty people in quarantine all clearly showing symptoms of being infected. 

Rome: Did- Did Peter do all of this?

Dr. Farragut: Unfortunately, he ended up infecting so many while we were focusing on the others.

Dr. Hataki: Dr. Farragut What are you doing?!

The two looked up to see Dr. Hataki from behind the glass looking at everyone within the quarantine area. 

Dr. Farragut: Getting my brother the help he needs.

Dr. Hataki: Why didn’t you inform us?

Rome: We just now apprehended him, there wasn’t time to tell you

Daniel: My security team couldn’t find him, how did you?

Rome: … I had to rough him up a little, not going to lie. 

Rome then went back to helping Dr. Farragut but noticed the doctor staring at him in shock. Rome knew why he was staring at him and felt bad, but it was part of his job to maintain order by any means necessary. 

***

While Dr. Farragut was talking with Dr. Hataki the entirety of MTF Ares-8 including Dr. Boyle met back up in one of the private rooms. 

Dr. Boyle: So you guys finally got Peter?

New York: and with him the pathogen is finally contained. So let’s call up the researchers and get it cured.

Paris: Not that simple. Our mission is unfortunately not done, I just got a major break in information. Apparently that Major Balleseros guy is actually apart of some organization known as Ilaria. 

Chicago: Shit, is that one of Neo Umbrella’s front companies?

Dubai: No idea, never heard of them before, but if they have anything to do with what’s going on here then they're definitely bad news.

Rio: Whoever they are we can’t let them get their hands on Narvick, I don’t know how or why but I do think Peter created it for them. We need to isolate it to a single vial and get it out of here fast. Though that’s where the hardest part comes in, trying to cure it.

New York: Not like it will be difficult for you, you're one of the only people who could make a vaccine for SCP-AAY in like a snap.

Rio: Obviously doing the same for Narvik will be easy but I’ll have to make it look hard for my audience. Dr. Jordan is already suspicious of us.

New York: Ugh, god damn it why the fuck is the CDC even here anyways.

Paris: We’ll deal with that little problem once this is over, sorry to say Dorren but you're probably going to be pulled back into the Foundation after this.

Dr. Boyle: Honestly kinda fine with it, working with civilians sucks. I mean I’m not a Foundationist asshole but civilians are slow and make a lot of bad decisions. 

New York: I feel like it’s more the fact that those CDC guys you're working with are all morons.

Paris: In any case, let's get back out there before anyone else gets suspicious, we already have the situation contained but remember we’re working with civilians weather accidental or on purpose we need to make sure nothing goes wrong.

***

Rome was back with Dr. Walker who seemed fine but as she was taking blood samples from Peter she was staring at him strangely. 

Rome: Are you alright Dr. Walker?

Dr. Walker: Huh? Yes, of course I’m fine. 

Dr. Walker then walked out immediately leaving Rome confused. However suddenly the biohazard warning on his helmet but then immediately turned off. It seemed like it was pointing at Dr. Walker but Rome couldn’t tell. He was sure she wasn’t infected otherwise she'd be showing symptoms by now though he knew better than to brush it off and made sure to keep an eye on her. However Dr. Farragut suddenly knocked on the glass and signaled for them both to come to the next room.

***

In the next room was Dr. Farragut, Dr. Walker, Dr. Jordan, Dr. Boyle, Major Ballesteros, Chicago, Paris, New York, Rio, and Rome. He was showing them how the new quarantine center would work while Dubai, Tokyo, and Berlin were still with the patients running tests and keeping the peace. 

Dr. Farragut: with this we should have a viable isolation unit.

Dr. Walker: So healthy people can go up but sick people stay down, it might work.

New York: Why the hell didn’t Hataki tell us this earlier, we could have handled things better if that was the case. 

Dr. Walker: … You all seemed to be handling things rather well, almost like you knew this was going to happen.

Everyone then looked at Dr. Walker in confusion, even Dr. Farragut.

Rome: I… Don’t understand, Dr. Walker is everything alright?

Dr. Walker: It’s just strange that your acting like this is another day on the job when there has never been a virus like this before.

Chicago: Dr. Walker as we already told you we are a division entrusted with classified pathogens. Granted I’ve never personally seen something quite like Narvik but I’ve seen enough to nullify my fear of disease. 

Dr. Walker still wanted to protest but Dr. Jordan stopped her and the two remained silent. 

Dr. Farragut: In any case, we won’t be able to make it last without knowing who is sick and who isn’t.

Dr. Walker: A rapid response test would naturally be the best decision but first we need to synthesize a pure sample of the virus.

Dr. Farragut: Both viruses, what about those vials you found in Peter’s lab.

Rio: Oh, it’s only Narvik-B. I did some genome scans on the vial sample from the lab and the infected samples of the patients. It’s unfortunately not exactly the same but traces within the DNA are there. 

Dr. Farragut looked at Rio shocked then to Dr. Walker, he didn’t want to but now he was thinking she might be onto something. 

Dr. Farragut: How do you know that, and so quickly too?

Rio: Like I said I ran scans.

Dr. Jordan: It’s true, she has some kind of computer in that suitcase of her’s. I don’t recognize the model or even half the medicines she uses but apparently it’s CDC. 

Dr. Farragut: … well alright then, Rio I want you to work with Walker and Jordan to get started on the test. But before that; Doreen, tell me about this monkey you found.

Dr. Boyle: I think the monkey is how the virus was able to transfer to humans. I’m working on sequencing a full genome now and if I’m correct-

Dr. Farragut: Then we’ll have a vaccine, perfect. 

Major Ballesteros: I’ll go with her, can't be too careful.

Chicago: Perfect, but you’ll have to watch both our back’s. I’ll be going too.

Dr. Farragut: Uh, actually I think it would be best if Major Ballesteros watches over Doreen by himself. 

Dr. Boyle: Nah it will be fine Allen let Chicago come.

Dr. Farragut sighed in annoyance as he trusted Major Ballesteros more than Chicago but he also trusted Dorrene so he begrudgingly nodded. 

Dr. Farragut: Alright everyone, com link window goes live in six hours and 42 minutes. If we have this data to upload to Atlanta, we might just get on top of this thing so let’s get to work. 

Everyone left the room but Rome noticed that Dr. Walker took a moment to look at Peter, seeming to be bothered by something.

Rome: Dr. Walker, are you alright?

Dr. Walker seemed to be released form a trance after hearing Rome’s voice. She sighed in relief and faced him with a stern look.

Dr. Walker: Promise me when this is over you’ll tell us exactly who you are.

Rome: … I don’t understand, we already told you we’re from the CDC.

Dr. Walker: … we both know your lying, please at least promise you’ll talk if… if I’m not going to make it.

Rome: What?! What are-

Dr. Walker then left as before Rome could question her further.

Rome: … is she infected?

***

Chicago, Dr. Boyle, and Major Ballesteros were heading down stairs to where the monkey was kept. However by the time they got there the operation tray where the monkey was kept was gone. 

Dr. Boyle: Where the hell is my monkey?

Dr. Boyle ran to the table in frustration and yelled out in anger when she saw all her research was gone too.

Dr. Boyle: God damn it! This has Hataki written all over it! How the hell did that bastard even know about the monkey!

Major Ballesteros and Chicago looked at each other, Chicago knew Ballesteros had something to do with it and Ballesteros thought Chicago was working for the same people he was so they were technically on the same side. 

Chicago: Are you sure you don’t have backup research anywhere?

Dr. Boyle: No god damn it, I’ll have to start all over again, at least until I get another monkey.

Major Ballesteros: … I think I might know where to find one.

Chicago and Dr. Boyle looked at Ballesteros confused then to each other. 

Chicago: What the hell are you talking about?

***

Now Chicago, Major Ballesteros, and Dr. Boyle was outside taking a frozen blood sample off of one of the dead monkeys. 

Dr. Boyle: I’ve never seen anything like this!

Major Ballesteros: Yeah! It's pretty scary!

Dr. Boyle: Not scary! Scared! These monkeys were running away from something.

Chicago: What the hell would they be running from?

Dr. Boyle: Something scary enough that they’d rather freeze to death out here than stay another second in there!

Major Ballesteros: Alright got the sample!

Dr. Boyle: Good! How the hell did you find these monkeys anyways?

Major Ballesteros: I found them when checking on the perimeter the other day!

Dr. Boyle looked at Chicago, they both knew he was lying but perhaps it wasn’t best to press at least for now. They both knew that since he believed that Chicago was on his side he might be able to get Ballesteros to talk later. 

***

Now back inside the labs Rio and Dr. Jordan was discussing the quick success at their rapid response test. Dr. Walker had just walked in and the two of them smiled at her.

Dr. Walker: What’s the matter?

Rio: Dr. Jordan did it, she made the rapid response test work! 

Dr. Jordan: I used modified white blood cells with genes from a crystal jellyfish, the jellyfish genes create a fluorescent green protein. 

Rio: I took two security guards' DNA as control samples and myself as the third and then I took three DNA samples from the ones we know are infected. 

Dr. Jordan: I tested them. Control were cleared, infected were positive. It works. 

Dr. Walker: Okay, test it again and use yourself as a control. 

Dr. Walker grabbed a swab and handed it to Dr. Jordan who didn’t take it but looked at Dr. Walker in confusion, same as Rio.

Dr. Jordan: I don’t see why that matters.

Rio: Dr. Walker? Are you okay?

Dr. Walker: Stop asking me that! If you want me to trust you then you take the test!

Rio: But I already did, I told you I was the control. 

Dr. Walker: Well I didn’t see that, what if you're lying. 

Dr. Jordan: She didn’t I saw her. Julia, what is with you?

Dr. Walker: … Well fine then, just test me.

Dr. Jordan: … I don’t even know why we’re wasting time with this. I need to tell Alan. 

Dr. Jordan got up in annoyance and walked out of the lab to meet with Dr. Farragut. Dr. Walker then looked at Rio who looked at her with concern. 

Rio: Dr. Walker, what is going on? 

Dr. Walker just ignored Rio and did the rapid test on herself only to see it was clear. She then smiled and faced Rio.

Dr. Walker: I’m sorry, I just thought I was infected.

Rio: What?! If you thought that, why didn’t you tell anyone?

Dr. Walker: Would you have told anyone if you thought you had it?

Rio: Yes! I don’t want to get anyone sick! How unprofessional are you?! We the CDC god damn it!

Rio walked out of the lab in frustration, leaving Dr. Walker alone but shockingly still smiling. 

***

Now in Dr. Hataki’s office, Dr. Farragut confronted him with Dr. Dubai and Tokyo and Berlin acting as guards. 

Dr: Farragut: We caught what was left of the infected, but while down there I met with Duchamp. Dr. Bryce said he was working on a cure. Something called SODRA.”

Dr. Hataki: I can’t discuss that. The research is proprietary.

Dr. Dubai chuckled, grabbing the attention of both of them.

Dr. Dubai: Heh, you know if something’s classified it's usually smarter to just deny its existence. I’m rather glad you didn’t but still, that’s classified 101.

Dr. Hataki: Regardless, I can't discuss it.

Dr: Farragut: No! No more secrets! You promised me transparency.

Dr. Hataki: ... When the satellite comes online, I’ll speak with my board of directors.

Dr: Farragut: You WILL tell me everything I need to know or when that satellite does come online, I’ll tell every major news organization on earth what’s happening in this base. If you're afraid of the US Military, wait till you have to keep your secrets from the New York Post.

Dr. Hataki: Do you really think your superiors will enjoy that?

Dr. Dubai again chucked at Dr. Hataki’s threat.

Dr. Dubai: Maybe it's a stupid idea, but not as stupid as you hiding secrets when you clearly need our help. Besides, if this does get out, who’s going to suffer more? The CDC who don’t know anything but are trying to fix the situation regardless, or the Scientists who probably caused the disaster in the first place and refuse to help?

Dr. Dubai smiled despite the fact that he knew that The Telecommunications Monitoring Office was most certainly going to monitor and censor anything that came out of this base so it was an empty threat. Though it seemed to work as Dr. Hataki sighed and faced the two of them to speak.

Dr. Hataki: SODRA is an antiviral treatment with an astonishing cure rate… nearly 100%.

Dr. Dubal and Dr. Farragut looked at one another shocked. Granted Dr. Dubai knew many different ways the Foundation can treat viral infection but for civilians there were also several treatments but the best was a vaccine which only assisted in preventing infection. 

Dr. Dubai: That’s incredible.

Dr: Farragut: You mean complete viral annihilation, with no harm to host cells?

Dr. Hataki: Yes…

Dr: Farragut: How many viruses have you tested against?

Dr. Hataki: All of them.

Dr. Dubai: What? That’s impossible, you’d have to have access to every virus like H1N1, Smallpox, and even HIV. Might I mention Smallpox and a few others are only grown in the CDC and that institute in Russia.

Dr. Hataki: Actually it's grown here as well. We did so to test SODRA, and it works. The only problem is the mortality rate.

Dr. Farragut looked at Dr. Dubai who raised an eyebrow to show he was just as confused as Farragut. Dr. Farragut then walked up to Dr. Hataki with a stern expression. 

Dr: Farragut: How many subjects were killed?

Dr. Hataki: ... In all our animal testing, over 75%. Which is why SODRA is not an option.

Dr. Dubai smiled, he knew it was too good to be true, if SODRA could work half the mission would be over already. Just then, Tokyo received a message from the radio and stepped forward.

Tokyo: Dr. Farragut, Dr. Dubai, sorry for the interruption but we just got word that Level R has been fully sealed, only guards and the sick are down there now.

Dr. Farragut: … Good, send word to the others to have the tests ready.

Tokyo nodded and sent a message to Rio, while also reading the message she got from Rio, saying not to trust Dr. Walker. 

***

Everyone regrouped at Level R with Dr. Walker and Dr. Jordan administered the tests to everyone. It proved to be a massive success showing clearly that 43 people were infected, all of which were to remain on level R while the rest were transferred back upstairs. Dr. Farragut went with Dr. Dubai, Paris, and Rome to escort them all back up the stairs, while the Head Security, Tokyo, and Berlin went to get the other doctors. Rio and New York stayed with Dr. Walker and Dr. Jordan, Rio staring at Dr. Walker with distrusting eyes. Soon Dr. Jordan got the tests ready and was about to leave but stumbled making Dr. Walker look at her with suspicion.

Dr. Jordan: Sorry, I just slipped. 

Dr. Walker: Sarah, are you infected?

New York and Rio stood up in shock and looked at the two doctors, spooking Dr. Jordan, but her fear quickly turned to anger.

Dr. Jordan: How can you ask me that?

Dr. Walker: You’ve been displaying symptoms, such as shaking and trembling this entire time. Not to mention you had an encounter with Peter. 

New York: Yeah so did you Walker.

Dr. Walker looked back at New York in disbelief, he then smirked at her under his helmet.

Rio: She’s not infected… she already tested herself without telling anyone, isn’t that right Dr. Walker. 

Dr. Walker looked at Rio in shock for outing her like that, she then looked at Dr. Jordan who was glaring at her in disbelief.

Dr. Jordan: I can’t believe you demanded I take the test when you suspected yourself of being infected! But fine, I will prove to you what I already know!

Dr. Jordan then took the test quickly and displayed to all of them that the sample vial was not glowing green, she was not infected.

Dr. Jordan: There now you know I can be trusted, which is more than what I can say for you. 

Dr. Jordan then grabbed the sample box and walked out of the tent in anger while New York chuckled mockingly at Dr. Walker.

Dr. Walker: I hope you two are proud of yourself.

New York: You serious? What do we have to be ashamed of? You're the one who hid the fact that you thought you were infected. 

Dr. Walker: I just did so to confirm! You know, to be safe!

Rio: Right, even though you were displaying symptoms all day, Rome was watching you and noticed you were acting weird ever since Peter assaulted you in the shower. 

New York: Seriously? You fucking hypocrite, you accused Sarah of lying about being infected after meeting with Peter even though you experienced the same thing only worse! 

Daniel: Hey! I need you two with me!

Daniel the head of security then ran up to Rio and New York.

Rio: Huh? Why what’s wrong?

Daniel: It's the scientist, one of them killed the other and is now on the loose.

Unknown: A doctor was killed? They're killing us! We have to get out of here!

New York: God damn it! Paris! Come in! Get ready to lock down the Elevator!

***

Once Paris, Rome, Tokyo, and Berlin heard the transmission they stopped the elevator and left all the cleared scientists in there while they ran out. they went down the hall and stood by at the other end of the hall. Just as New York had warned, a swarm of scared scientists started running down the hall and towards them. 

Paris: Shields up! 

Paris extended his arm and from it his Retractable Foundation Shield unfolded; Rome, Tokyo, and Berlin did the same. Now they were a wall that would be able to hold back the incoming horde of scientists. Once the scientists hit them they were able to hold them back with ease thanks to their stronger bodies. As such the quarantine was going well, however everyone stopped when they heard the screeching of the infected. Soon an infected scientist showed up and scared all the others to try harder only to not budge an inch. 

New York ran after the scientist and grabbed her though she proved to be unbelievably strong due to the infection. She threw him off making him hit the wall hard, unfortunately Dr. Walker followed him and was now dangerously close to the infected. She noticed Dr. Walker and screeched as she ran towards her with the intent to infect her. New York pulled out his Shotgun and shot the Scientist dead before she could reach Dr. Walker. The infected scientist’s body caught on flames as a result which left everyone in shock. Thankfully the flames quickly went out but Paris was still mad so he retracted his shield and walked over th New York grabbing him by his chest plate. 

Paris: God damn it New York! What the hell were you thinking?! 

New York: The doctor was about to bite it, I didn’t have a lot of options.

Paris couldn’t deny that so he just let New York go, though did so roughly out of anger. Dr. Farragut looked at the burnt corpse in shock but quickly ran over to Dr. Walker to see if she was okay. Rio ran toward them with Dr. Jordan behind her, though both stopped when they noticed Dr. Walker suddenly started coughing into her mouth. 

Dr. Farragut: Come on! We need to get everyone back to the quarantine area then finish escorting those in the elevator out of here. 

Dr. Walker: I can’t go with you, I need to stay.

Dr. Farragut: Don't be ridiculous, it's too dangerous down here.

Dr. Walker: I don’t have a choice.

Dr. Walker then showed her hand and it was covered in the black ooze which was a calling card for Narvik infection. Everyone was shocked by the sight but Rio was especially shocked because she saw Dr. Walker took the test and it showed she was clear. But right now there was definite proof that she wasn’t clear, she was infected, which meant the test didn’t work. 

Rio: Quarantine them all.

Paris: What?

Rio: Paris! Quarantine them all! Even the ones that were cleared! They are infected, all of them! 

Dr. Farragut: What?! How can you be sure of that?

Rio: Dr. Walker took the test and she passed! That means the test doesn't work! We can't let any of the others get to the higher levels! Hurry up and help me quarantine them!

Paris quickly ran to the elevator with Rio, Tokyo, and Berlin following them, however a scared scientist who wasn’t willing to wait on them anymore quickly turned it on so they could leave. Paris just barely reached them when the doors were closing and forced them back open with his strength alone. 

Paris: Ugh, sorry about this but you all need to come with us. 

Unknown: Bu- Bullshit! We were cleared and we're all fine! 

Paris: I don’t have time to explain, grab them all!

Rio, Tokyo, and Berlin started grabbing scientists and dragging them out to put them in quarantine. 

***

Once everyone was back in the medical area Dr. Walker was left with them while the rest of them went back to the top. Dr. Jordan was silent like the rest but Dr. Farragut was left almost soulless having to leave Dr. Walker behind. Rome looked at him with sympathy, even if they were divorced it was obvious he had lingering love for her. Once they were off the elevator Dr. Farragut just walked off by Dr. Hataki who looked around and panicked when he noticed Dr. Walker wasn’t there.

Dr. Hataki: Where is Dr. Walker? 

Dr. Farragut: She’s still down there, she’s been infected.

Dr. Hataki said nothing though it was clear he still wanted to protest, something Rome and Paris made sure to take mental note of. 

Dr. Farragut: We have to seal the entire level down.

Dr. Hataki: How can you suggest that when Dr. Walker is still down there?!

Dr. Farragut: … We don’t have a choice, once the satellite is up, I’m calling in the army… I’ve lost control of the situation. 

Dr. Farragut then left with Dr. Jordan following him, leaving the rest of them standing there. 

Dubai: We’ll go stall him.

Dubai and Chicago then left and the other units returned to their work on the surface levels, leaving behind Major Ballesteros, Dr. Hataki, Daniel, and Paris.

Paris: This is a major problem. We can’t let the military get involved.

Major Ballesteros: Just let your scientists distract Alan, I’ll handle the communications. 

Dr. Hataki: What exactly do you plan on doing?

Major Ballesteros: You’ll just have to trust me on that.

Dr. Hataki: If you dare to-

Paris then pointed one of his SMGs at Dr. Hataki and the other at Daniel before either of them could react. Major Ballesteros smiled thinking that Paris was doing this because they were both working for the same people. 

Major Ballesteros: Now then, if you’ll excuse me. 

Major Ballesteros and Paris then walked down the hallway away from the other two. 

Major Ballesteros: Oh hey, by the way you should keep an eye on Dr. Boyle she’s starting to learn more than she should.

Paris: … She takes the wrong step, I’ll be the one to deal with it. 

Major Ballesteros then smiled as he continued walking, to get outside and sabotage the satellite. Paris went down the other hall while checking his radio.

Paris: You got that Doren?

Dr. Boyle: Loud and clear boss! The jackass actually thinks he has me fooled.

Paris: If he takes the wrong move, don’t hesitate. End him, we don’t need any casualties on a mission like this.

Dr. Boyle: Don’t worry Paris, as long as I got you guys watching my back that dumbass won’t be able to do shit to me. 

Paris chuckled as he signed off the radio, then an explosion could be heard and Paris sighed as he knew exactly what just happened. 

Paris: Ugh, can’t believe I’m saying this but shooting zombies and solving stupid mansion puzzles sounds really fun right about now.

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End of Part 2

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[yanban-san]

SCPMas - AU-Tober #2

I wrote the two as SCPs for the second day. I tried to keep it like a typical SCP document, so it was very interesting to try and keep it in the style of SCP writing! I hope y'all like. :3

(Tags: Submas, Slight, implied X-reader) Item #: SCP-9018

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures:

Instances of SCP-9018-W and SCP-9018-B spotted are to be reported to the supervising officials immediately. Containment procedures are in place at locations of previous manifestations of SCP-9018, and any and all locations noted on "station" maps are to be secured following encounters with SCP-9018.

Chainlink fences are established around the perimeters of all locations where SCP-9018 have manifested. Due to the potential for re-appearances, all buildings and areas surrounding previous instances are to be monitored closely and inspected once a month by Foundation personnel for signs of re-establishment. Security cameras and EMF detectors are also to be placed strategically across designated areas and monitored for anomalous activity.

SCP-9018-B and SCP-9018-W are to be contained in the abandoned Northern branch of the [REDACTED] platform of the New York Subway System. Containment procedures are to be carried out by Foundation Personnel with Psionic Training Level III at minimum. Refer to Incident reports 9018-A-19900317 and 9018-A-19960401 for further information. Electrified fences lining the perimeter of the containment area are primarily for the prevention of explorers from reaching the containment area.

In the event of a containment breach, all personnel are to communicate purely through electronic means. Any personnel attempting to communicate through physical talking and actions are to be treated as SCP-9018-B and SCP-9018-W causing psychic distortions to prevent themselves from being perceived. The full limits of SCP-9018-B and SCP-9018-W's psionic manipulative abilities are yet to be studied following the previous containment breach.

Description:

SCP-9018 is an anomalous Subway Station that manifests within abandoned structures and and buildings and potentially other locations. [Refer to Interview Log 9018-Int-002] On the surface, it functions almost identically to a regular subway station. During the day, the station is devoid of any life forms outside of instances designated as 9018-A, who resemble and act as regular human employees of the station. [Refer to Interview Log 9018-Int-001] Upon approaching the ticket counter, an individual will be presented with a schedule of stations to go to. Should a ticket be purchased, the individual becomes an instance now designated as 9018-P, for passenger. At this point, the individual is compelled by unknown reasons to wait for their train and board it. Beyond that, 9018-P holds all of their original cognitive functions, but any attempts to get them to leave the station with the ticket will result in them attempting to rationalize a reason why they cannot. No tickets have been recovered to date.

Within 4-12 minutes after purchasing a ticket, a train will appear to take 9018-P to their chosen destination. These locations occasionally match to actual, existent railway stations and stops across the world- However, other stations with no known match have been documented appearing. [Refer to Experiment Log 9018-Ex-101] Upon arrival at an actual station, 9018-P will appear stepping out of a regular arriving train or on the train they departed on, depending on the liveliness and schedule of current trains at the station. If the station is a non-existent, communication is typically lost with 9018-P for the duration of their trip. [Refer to Experiment Log 9018-Ex-101]

At night, SCP-9018 suddenly springs to "life", with trains arriving and dropping off hundreds of instances of 9018-P-D, which were originally thought to be other human passengers disembarking at a random station- However, Experiment Log-9018-Ex-101 reveals that the individuals disembarking typically resemble both recent and long deceased persons within the local area. At this point, two individuals identified as 9018-B and 9018-W emerge from any trains within the vicinity, and attempt to leave the station. Instances of 9018-A have been observed chatting with and engaging in friendly actions towards instances of 9018-P-D- At this point, any human individuals within the station are encouraged to engage and talk with 9018-P-D and 9018-A, typically by 9018-A.

SCP-9018-B and SCP-9018-W appear to be two train conductors, and in particular, two twins, who control the entirety of SCP-9018. [Refer to Interview Log 9018-Int-001]. They have the ability to set train schedules and determine where SCP-9018 will manifest next. Instances of 9018-A obey their orders, as well as instances of 9018-P, which they are amicable towards.

9018-B and 9018-W at this point attempt to leave SCP-9018 entirely and enter any local population center. Their actions in cities and towns have not been observed, but they have been observed returning to SCP-9018 with humans. However, these humans are later observed walking around their town with no recollection of any supposed interaction with 9018-B and 9018-W. Typically within one to two weeks of this interaction, however, the individual dies by any multitude of means. After this, these individuals can be seen among the litany of 9018-P-D instances.

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[Interview Log 9018-Int-001] Interviewed: SCP-9018-W. Interviewer: Junior Researcher █████. Foreword: SCP-9018-B and 9018-W were seen leaving an instance of SCP-9018 and were apprehended by Foundation Security Personnel. This begins the first interview with a junior researcher who happened to be present during an observation of SCP-9018. [Begin Log] Interviewer: Hello, is this uh- On? SCP-9018-W: Hello. Who are you? My brother and I must get back to work. Interviewer: Please identify yourself. SCP-9018-W: Mm. I don't think I want to. Interviewer: So… Uh, well, we can hold you here indefinitely if we choose to, so I would- I would suggest you do that. SCP-9018-W: Oh dear. That is verrry not nice. Interviewer: I would appreciate if you would answer my question. Now, who are you? SCP-9018-W: I am Emmet. I am a Subway Boss. I run the Subway with my Brother, yup! It is verrry fun. But you won't call me Emmet, will you? Those people like to give us silly names. Interviewer: You will probably receive a classification of some kind. Thank you for introducing yourself, Emmet. I am █████. Can I ask where this train station came from? SCP-9018-W: It comes and goes as needed. Like the trains. We take our passengers where they are needed, or wanted, and then they disembark. Interviewer: Where do they go once they disembark? SCP-9018-W: They stay in the station. They don't like to go far. That's another one of our jobs! Interviewer: What do you mean? SCP-9018-W: Hmmhmm. We help them sometimes. That is all I will say. Interviewer: …Alright, I'll leave that there… SCP-9018-W: Would you like to ride our train? Interviewer: Excuse me? SCP-9018-W: Yup! You seem like you could use a ride, yup. Our trains are verrrry nice. Interviewer: Uh- No, thank you- Er- What did you say your title was again? You're a… "Subway Boss?" SCP-9018-W: That is correct. And you won't ride? That makes me sad. Interviewer: Er- No, Sorry- But what does that mean? Are you employed at the Subway? Er- What duties do you carry out, exactly? SCP-9018-W: Mm. No. I won't tell you that. Brother and I keep it secret. If you want to know, you should ride our Subway! Interviewer: …No, thank you. [End Log.] Closing Statement: [Despite Researcher █████'s inexperience, they handled the interview well. However, SCP-9018-W refused to talk anymore on the subject, instead insisting on offering researcher █████ free tickets if they rode on SCP-9018's trains.]

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Interviewed: SCP-9018-B. Interviewer: Junior Researcher █████. Foreword: SCP-9018-B and 9018-W were seen leaving an instance of SCP-9018 and were apprehended by Foundation Security Personnel. This begins the second interview with a junior researcher who happened to be present during an observation of SCP-9018. Interviewer: Alright, let's begin with your- SCP-9018-B: Who are you? Why did those men attack me and my brother? Where is he? I won't speak with you until I've seen him! Interviewer: I can't let you see your brother right now, but he is safe. I uh- I've spoken to him myself. SCP-9018-B: And how can I trust you? You… Interviewer: You'll have to trust me. If you answer my questions, we should be able to reunite you both. SCP-9018-B: Very well. I am Ingo. I am a Subway Boss, alongside my brother. We run the trains you've been- Or, well, those men have been spying on. Your group refuses to let us alone, you know? We're not doing anything wrong. Interviewer: I- I can understand that, but- Well, we don't know exactly what you're doing anyway. How does your train system even work? SCP-9018-B: Simple; trains go places. People wish to go places. We take people where they wish to go- And make a few stops along the way. If you like, you may ride our trains too- In spite of the abhorrent way your… company have treated us. Interviewer: Again, I'm sorry about that- SCP-9018-B: Would you like to ride our train? I'm quite sure you would find it lovely. Interviewer: I'm quite alright, thank you- I'm more curious about your train, and the work you and your brother do. Where did you guys find your employees? SCP-9018-B: Our train is a train. I'm not quite sure how to explain it anymore than that. And… The work we do… Well, we keep the trains running on schedule, and going wherever people might want them to go. Our employees… I'm not sure why you would be interested in them. They, like us, work for the railway company. Interviewer: The Railway company? SCP-9018-B: Yes! They employ us. I'm certain the Company would not be happy if our schedule was delayed; Ergo, you should let me and my brother go. Interviewer: We'll get back to that. For now, can you tell me… Where do your passengers come from? SCP-9018-B: You should ride our train. The passengers we carry… They do love to tell their stories, and I'm certain you would find more answers talking to them than with us. Interviewer: [laugh.] I doubt they'd have anything to say to me. SCP-9018-B: You would be surprised. [End Log.] Closing Statement: [Recording Equipment shut off at this point, and researcher █████ requested the pair be released after concluding the interview. █████ was sent for a full medical and psychological examination following the events of whatever interview took place with SCP-9018-B. Researcher █████ was later provided with class-b amnesiacs per request.]

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Experiment Log 9018-Ex-101

D-Class Personnel Serial Number 247187, Name █████ █████- Subject 9018-001. Sent into SCP-9018 to ascertain anomalous properties of SCP-9018. Subject 9018-001 is guided by Dr. Martin. [Note of Interest: Subject 9018-001's criminal record was subject to particular scrutiny. Subject 9018-001 refused association or responsibility for all criminal activity that resulted in their subsequent life sentencing. Subject 9018-001 was particularly interested in redeeming themselves and removing their resultant record.] Subject 9018-001 enters SCP-9018. Subject 9018-001 remarks on the "cleanliness" of the station and how they did not expect to see such a station down here. Subject 9018-001 is instructed to purchase a ticket from the ticket booth. Subject 9018-001 does so. Subject 9018-001 engages in conversation with an instance of SCP-9018-A. SCP-9018-A appears to be aware of Subject 9018-001's criminal record. SCP-9018-A expresses pity and offers Subject 9018-001 a "special ticket" and rate. Despite orders not to, Subject 9018-001 agrees after viewing SCP-9018-A's map (not available from recorded footage) Upon purchase of the ticket, Dr. Martin insisted that Subject 9018-001 exit SCP-9018 immediately. Subject 9018-001 at this point became an instance of SCP-9018-P, and refused. Subject 9018-001 proceeds to wait for their train to arrive. Ticket information is displayed to their personal camera. [Boarding Station: [REDACTED] Destination: [REDACTED]] After approximately eight minutes and thirty-two seconds, a train rolls into station. Subject 9018-001 asks if they have permission to board, and begins walking towards the train before receiving Dr. Martin's Approval.

SCP-9018-W greets 9018-001 at the door of the train. SCP-9018-W expresses interest in Subject 9018-001's physical appearance. SCP-9018-W is joined by SCP-9018-B. 9018-B also remarks on the acceptability of their appearance. Both instances take hold of Subject 9018-001's ticket and begin conversing with Subject 9018-001 on the subject of their criminal record and subsequent service to the SCP Foundation. Subject 9018-001 sits down in a passenger cabin and SCP-9018-B leaves the cart, presumably to drive the train. SCP-9018-W continues conversing with Subject 9018-001. SCP-9018-W reveals [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] to Subject 9018-001, causing the subject to enter a slight panic. SCP-9018-W offers Subject 9018-001 a position working for their "Railway Company." Subject 9018-001 is heard accepting after several seconds of silence. Dr. Martin is unable to communicate with Subject 9018-001 at this point. SCP-9018-W addresses Dr. Martin from Subject 9018-001's personal camera and microphone. SCP-9018-W informs Dr. Martin that they will be "keeping" Subject 9018-001 for the "foreseeable future." At this point, communication with Subject 9018-001 ceases. Subject 9018-001 has not been recovered to date, nor seen among the passengers of SCP-9018. [End Log.]

[blackmoonowl]

Hear me out escaped 049 with a normal reader who has no idea of the foundation

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛

ꨄ Pairing: SCP-049 x reader

ꨄ Summary: Based on an older oneshot I made years ago. We are so fucking back.

ꨄ Word Count: 1110 words

People had been going missing.

Some that you know, some that you didn't. It all happened suddenly in the span of a few weeks in the small, sleepy town you were staying in. Normal everyday people were disappearing on their way to work, after a night out, some even vanishing from their homes. Unfortunately, that didn't mean they stayed missing. The hairs were standing up on the back of your neck as you walked past yet another crime scene. Another missing person that came back disfigured and completely crazed. The local police surrounded the homeless man, ushering people away, locals and news reporters aside.

Deciding to indulge your morbid curiosity, you decided to halt. You pried your way through the small crowd to get a closer look at the newest victim. The first responders were already covering the victims body with a tarp, but you could vaguely make out the stitching done on his bare torso. One of his arms was missing and his eyes were wide open, coloured a milky white.

That was about all you got to see, as a police officer walked over to you and a few other bystanders.

"Got enough of a look? This is a private crime scene, get out of here!" A few people scoffed at the officer's harsh tone. You didn't take it too personally, though. Lord knows the poor woman had seen enough already.

You decided to just move on, not bothering to look back at the remaining crowd. Most of them would go home eventually, given the curfew. It was a vain attempt to prevent more people from getting claimed by whatever serial killer was out there. Well, you couldn't really call whoever it was a serial killer, given everyone who returned was technically alive. You kept your eyes ahead of you, trying to focus on the dark road ahead. You knew you were taking a risk being out here at all. Your eyes trailed to the trees that surrounded the outskirts as you lost yourself in thought.

And that's when you saw it.

If it weren't for the figure's white mask, you wouldn't have noticed them at all. Their black robes did a great job hiding them among the shadows. It looked like someone wearing a plague doctors costume. It was likely some sort of sick joke, thought up by some guy without a life, you tried to reason. But there was something about the situation that made your stomach turn. The figure was shamelessly staring at you, almost as if they were observing your actions. You were frozen in place, staring right back at them. Every instinct was screaming at you to run, but it was like you were glued to the ground. The tall figure remained still as well, though seemed far more composed than you. The figure raised a gloved hand, beckoning for you to come closer.

You weren't falling for that, you shook your head before taking your eyes off the figure, powerwalking down the path. The sooner you got home, the sooner you were away from whoever this was. When you glanced back, the figure was gone, only making your blood feel colder in your veins. Picking up the pace, you rounded as many corners as you could. You wanted to run home but leading that creep straight to your front door wasn't the best choice. You took refuge under a streetlamp, your surroundings eerily empty. The silence was deafening as you slowly regained your composure.

"I assure you, there is no need to be frightened."

You had no idea how you didn't hear the figure coming. The strange sounding, masculine voice sounded a few meters away from you. There the plague doctor stood, hands clasped behind his back. The figure tilted their head slightly.

"I understand you may not feel at ease. Worry not, for I am a doctor." The figure approached you once more, causing you to step back.

"You did all this, didn't you?" The distinct sound of disdain inevitably crept up in your voice. "What the hell did you even do to them?"

"Yes... what had to be done was... unfortunate. I have been kept from furthering my research for so long, the pestilence has been able to spread freely. I truly am sorry I was not able to aid sooner."

"What do you mean by that?" Your voice was a mere hiss through your teeth. The plague doctor let out an almost disappointed sigh.

"I have made peace with the unfortunate fact no one else understands the insidious nature of the pestilence. But fear not, I am here to cure you of this affliction. If you truly knew what horrors the disease spreads... you would thank me for my work." The figure reached out for you, but you were quick in stepping away. The doctor let out a sigh, slowly lowering his hand.

"You killed those people... because of an imaginary disease. That's all their life was worth to you!" You snapped. You didn't care if anyone heard you, at least then someone could bail you out of this situation. Your words seemed to offend the plague doctor.

"Every life is worth something to me." His voice was stern as he visibly tensed. "I have spent countless years dedicating my life to curing this ailment while my fellow men of science mock my work, while people like you call me a monster. Yet I persist, because I care!" His outburst left you speechless, and the doctor took a few deep breaths, calming himself down.

"I... apologize... that was uncalled for. Refrain from such comments in the future, if you will, however." His shoulders relaxed as he peered at you from behind the eye holes in his mask.

"Future? What the hell do you mean by that?" You asked, taking another step back.

"I shall need to keep you close. Although the pestilence hasn't spread throughout you entirely just yet, I will need to monitor for your own well being. I trust you have no qualms about this?" The way he was so casual about it would have been comical if your entire way of life wasn't being threatened.

"I'm going home," you firmly replied, backing away further. You saw his eyes narrow at that comment. Footsteps sounded behind you, before your back met a solid surface. It was a small group of people, distorted faces you vaguely recognized from the poster. With nowhere left for you to run, the doctor approached you. He stopped right in front of you, the beak of his mask was centimeters away from your nose.

"I fear you have very little choice, doctors orders."

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[reachartwork]

Description: SCP-XXXX is an apparently ordinary domestic kitten (Felis catus) of indeterminate breed, approximately 12 weeks old. It displays an anomalous level of aggression that far exceeds normal feline behavior. SCP-XXXX's hostility is constant and indiscriminate, targeting any living organism regardless of size or species. SCP-XXXX's physical capabilities do not appear to be enhanced beyond those of a normal kitten. However, its aggressive behavior is accompanied by several anomalous effects: * SCP-XXXX does not require sleep and remains in a state of constant alertness. * It does not experience fatigue, even after extended periods of intense activity. * SCP-XXXX's vocalizations have been measured at volumes up to 120 decibels, comparable to a jet engine at close range. * Any attempt to pacify SCP-XXXX through chemical means (e.g., sedatives, mood stabilizers) has proven ineffective. Despite its constant state of aggression, SCP-XXXX still engages in normal feline behaviors such as eating and grooming. It appears to derive no pleasure from these activities, performing them with the same aggressive demeanor as its other actions. Addendum XXXX-1: Incident Report On ██/██/20██, during a routine cleaning of SCP-XXXX's enclosure, the automated system malfunctioned, allowing SCP-XXXX to escape. The kitten proceeded to attack everything in its path, including inanimate objects. It was successfully recaptured after 37 minutes when it became temporarily incapacitated after attempting to fight its own reflection in a mirror. No personnel were seriously injured during the incident, although significant damage was done to office equipment and furnishings in the immediate area.

scpbot is REALLY good at punchlines sometimes

[literary-illuminati]

2024 Book Review #28 – The Dead Take The A Train by Cassandra Khaw and Richard Kadrey

Oh I wanted to love this book so very much. On paper it’s basically made for me – incredibly messy fuckup of a heroine, cosmic horror through the idiom of wall street corporate sharks, grimy and gory urban fantasy full of knifing people in back alleys, the works! For the first fifty pages or so, I thought I was in love – which just made the disappointment as the wheels came off all the more bitter.

The book follows Julie, ‘barbed wire magician’ (it’s at least as unpleasant as it sounds), professional monster hunter, and all-around personal disaster. Her life takes a turn for the even messier when a) her best friend/comically oversized unresolved crush shows up at her door begging for help running from her abusive husband and b) unrelatededly but more or less simultaneously, her ex-partner-and-also-boyfriend, looking up to clean up embarrassing loose ends on his rise up the elldritch corporate ladder, baits her into trying to summon a guardian angel from a sabotaged tome and ends up releasing a metaphysical parasite that starts murdering its way through the city’s occult underground. From there things just get messier.

Drilling down as much as I can, my issues with this can be summed up as it feels like a first draft. There’s stuff there on the page – character arcs, relationships, bits of scenery and action setpieces, even themes! - but it’s all just..there. Exaggerated line sketches no one ever went back and turned into full illustrations. It’s most painful with the characters – every one of them is a caricature, precisely and exactly what they first appear to be with the same beats hit again and again every single time they appear on screen. Which more or less for the quirky supporting cast but like – we get multiple chapters from the perspective of the aforementioned abusive husband, and something like a fifth of the book is from the POV of the sleazy corporate striver ex. At no point does either one get the slightest bit of nuance or pathos – Tyler’s chapters in particular end up reading like bad SCP field reports, with so much self-destructive instituional backstabbing and betrayal it all ends up being slapstick.

Sarah the love interest gets a special anti-shout-out here. Like, I know I’m just picky about and have a low tolerance for romances, but I swear – the single most important dynamic in the book in terms of both wordcount and narrative signposting is her and Julie’s romance, and it is just So. Bad. Every single scene she’s in is dedicated to rubbing your face in how fragile and traumatized and selfless and adorable and good-hearted and damaged she is, and the entirety of the romance is essentially one of those jokes about how lesbians will spend six years living with each other awkwardly waiting for the other to ask them out but stretched across 400 pages. I spent half the book patiently waiting for any hint of hidden depths or surprising twists to her character, but nope! Just a perfect domestic angel.

The setting actually has something of a similar issue. It feels like an exaggerated pastiche of urban fantasy, assuming the reader is already familiar with all the tropes and conceits and making only the most perfunctory possible gestures towards exploring or justifying them. This can absolutely work, but if you’re doing it you kind of need to use the genre as the background or setup for something else that the book is actually about – deconstruction or satire or character study or Wacky Hijinks or something. When what’s gruesome action and drama is supposed to be the star attraction, the grounding and verisimilitude of the world is actually pretty key.

A really tight, tense plot could have absolutely redeemed the whole but, well, nope. The literal entire plot hinges on Tyler, in the course of one conversation several drinks in at a crowded bar, baiting Julie into looking for a particular type of tome from a particular store so she’ll try the ritual he had swapped out with one to curse her – but then also that he didn’t know what the ritual he swapped in actually did. The big evil wall street law firm has a corporate culture that should have collapsed about 48 hours after it was founded, and absolutely nothing about it makes sense for a place with lasting institutional power. Everyone’s morality and perceptiveness changes as the plot requires. The pacing feels like they had to pull a happy ending out of their asses at the 2/3 mark and shove the rest of the book into a sequel. It’s just, it’s bad!

Also the prose starts at fun and evocative and keeps pushing into Lovecraftian levels of adjective-addiction, and neither the A-Train nor the dead are actually at all important to the story.

Just, argh. This could have been good! The first 40 pages were a really fun schlocky monster-of-the-week story! The first ritual summoning the Proctor was basically perfect! I wanted to love this!

[seqyv]

[HYSTERIA CANON - SCP-173 REWRITE.]

ITEM #: SCP-173

LEVEL-2 -- RESTRICTED

CONTAINMENT CLASS: EUCLID DISRUPTION CLASS: VLAM/KENEQ RISK CLASS: WARNING

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-173 is to be contained within Site-19's Anomalous Art & Humanoid Containment Wing, and is assigned a reinforced-concrete chamber. When personnel assigned to cleaning duty enter SCP-173's container, no less than three (3) persons may enter at any given time and the gates must be relocked behind them. Two (2) persons must maintain direct eye contact with SCP-173, while one cleans the surface area of SCP-173’s chamber, until all personnel have vacated and relocked the chamber.

Description: SCP-173 is an animate cognito-hazardous statue resembling a human composed of concrete, rebar and traces of spray paint with an atypically high concentration of isobutyl acetate (C6H1202). Its primary anomalous characteristic is its mobilization and hostile, predatory behavior towards any biological organism in the vicinity that exceeds a certain threshold of intelligence. However, when visually observed by such organisms, the anomaly becomes immobilized and temporarily activates its secondary, cognitive-damaging effects. These secondary effects are:

mild paranoia, anxiety;

subtle, unpleasant olfactory hallucinations.

These effects occur, intensify sequentially, and immediately subside when line of sight is broken. These effects typically don’t result in permanent damage to the psyche and are relatively easy to treat.

SCP-173 is also capable of instantaneous acceleration. It retains momentum when immobilized, allowing it to resume movement as if it had never stopped. SCP-173 has been observed to reach record-breaking speeds aswell, traveling roughly 22 meters a second (= 50 mph / 79 km/h) when unobserved.

SCP-173 is highly aggressive and prefers to target isolated, vulnerable individuals, presumably for an advantage as suggested in later interviews beginning from 1997 (ADDENDUM-01-1997). In addition, SCP-173’s preferred killing method is by snapping the neck at the base of the skull or violent strangulation. SCP-173’s preferred means of traveling is via the ventilation system and on foot.

The reddish-brown substance the anomaly produces resembles a mixture of bio-waste in texture and odor; the origin of these materials is unknown and exclusively manifests ectoentropically in rooms it is in while out of sight. The enclosure must be cleaned on a bi-weekly basis. Sounds of scraping stones originating from within the container are heard when no one is inside. This is considered normal, and any change in this behavior should be reported to the acting HMCL supervisor¹ on duty.

DISCOVERY: Moved to Site-19 in 1993. Origin is as of yet unknown, suggested to be an art piece constructed by an unknown sculptor who belongs to a sub-sect of GoI-2979 (“Are We Cool Yet?”) which focuses on Dadaist principles, instigating the breakdown of logical superstructures and coherency.

ADDENDUM-01-1997: As of 1997, it has been revealed that SCP-173 could participate in limited verbal communication after repeated attempts to initiate a conversation with the anomaly. Interview logs are to be added.

Note: SCP-173 has become habitually verbally aggressive and refuses to offer any information pertaining to its origin and purpose. Interviews have been indefinitely suspended and stricter containment procedures have been implemented.

REFERENCES USED: SCP-173-B DOCUMENT FROM SCP-5K. ORIGINAL SCP-173 DOCUMENT.

NOTES: ¹ “HMCL supervisor” is a role akin to the lead researcher working on an SCP. They are in charge of said SCP and control almost everything involving it. They deal with everything related to it and what course of action to take.

[scaredshadowsswap]

SCP Personnel and Snooping

In the SCP Foundation, there are loads of secrets, and it’s natural to be curious. However, not every senior researcher will let you view information above your clearance. Here’s what I think you could get away with.

Clef

Clef is tough. You can hypothetically get away with anything, but he won’t make it too easy. If you ask him personally, he’ll give you a different answer every time, and any version of his stories could be true. If you try to use his clearance to view something, he might laugh and help you, or he might report you. His motives are…generally unclear, so while you could hypothetically figure something out, think about how he could possibly react. You’ll probably eventually realize that he is a very clever manipulator, and will say whatever he can to try and prevent you from searching for information not meant for you. By the time you realize, it’ll probably have worked. He’s not gonna react the way you think he will, but consider how me might react anyway. Don’t think for a moment that he believes that you’ve “punished yourself enough by learning this” or any of that garbage. If you screw up, he’ll come up with some creative punishment on top of the paralyzing fear or whatever natural consequence came of it. If he thinks you’re prying for something that extends beyond the realm of “being curious”, he might shoot you right then and there. For example, looking for SCP-001 is just basic curiosity, and he’ll stop that soon enough. Looking into MTF dockets and reading every piece of information on them is suspicious, and you will die. You have no reason to be there. Also, if the Foundation ever figures out, he’s not gonna get in trouble for your actions. He’d most likely lie if it paints him in a better light. He’ll sit back and laugh as you get demoted.

Kondraki

Kondraki is known for water cooler gossip, so he gets how enticing information like that can be. He probably won’t care at all and won’t try to stop you, unless you put him at risk of getting in trouble. Things like using his clearance or looking through his desk will get you in trouble for sure. Other than that, go wild. He’s definitely found out stuff he wasn’t supposed to, so he’s not gonna get upset if you do the same. However, he’s not gonna help you run from the consequences of your actions, either. Whatever the consequences are, you get to deal with them by yourself. Kondraki takes a very “hands-off” approach to this, which gives him deniability. He didn’t see you do anything, he won’t say anything. One of his earlier assistants died after looking at a cognitohazard. When he was interviewed, Kondraki simply stated: “Dr. ████ fucked around. Dr. ████ found out.”

Gears

Gears will absolutely not help you learn anything you’re not supposed to. The Assistant Director of Site-19 did not get there by being lenient with restrictions. That being said, I’m not sure Gears would catch on that easily to what you’re doing. He’s generally emotionless, which doesn’t mean he can’t read others’ emotions, but it means he could miss tiny details that make you look suspicious. With Clef and Kondraki, there’s no way you could hide the fact that you’re looking into Foundation secrets. With Gears, he would probably miss it, whether that be due to his ability to comprehend emotions or sleep deprivation. Just don’t get caught, and you’ll be okay.

Glass

Glass is reporting you and then firing you immediately. I’m not actually sure if he has the power to fire anyone, but he will make sure it happens. The reason is simply because the information he works with is heavily confidential, and although it can be accessed in some situations, Glass’s morals stand strong. Unless he gets a direct order demanding anything else, he keeps strict confidentiality on what his patients tell him. You accessing any of his files is a huge breach of trust for his patients, and even if the specific file wasn’t confidential, there is no way Glass’ll trust you enough to work with you anymore. If you’re trying to figure out something about an SCP…why? You don’t work with them. If it’s an SCP, Glass’ll probably just talk to you. Maybe he’ll file an incident report, but at least he won’t think that you’re breaking the trust of others.

Shaw

Shaw will outright tell you stuff you don’t have clearance for. Considering they have clearance to pretty much everything, you just need to ask. However, you’ll probably have to explain why you wanted to know, and that can get embarrassing sometimes. If they’re putting you with Shaw, they’re expecting you to keep them in check a little, so you probably wouldn’t be the snooping type to begin with. Shaw doesn’t really report to anyone, so go wild I guess. It’s up to them if you get in trouble, and I don’t think Shaw would do anything unless you were acting super suspicious.

Strelnikov

It’s hard to find out any information as a researcher. As a Task Force member? They don’t even tell you vital info about the things you’re trying to contain. Strelnikov won’t report you for looking at stuff not meant for your eyes, but don’t think for a moment that he’s okay with it. He believes firmly in loyalty, and that loyalty means blind trust sometimes. If you’re looking at files above your clearance and he catches you, he’ll assume you don’t trust him or the other agents on your team. How can he trust you if you don’t trust him? Your next missions will be dangerous because he doesn’t trust you.

Rights

Rights is gonna be disappointed. She’ll be calm about it, but she’ll probably put restrictions onto your electronics and stuff. She may or may not fill out a report depending on what you looked at, but she’ll tell her friends about what you did, so you’ll have to deal with random people knowing what SCP you were researching. If you looked at the MTF dockets for information on an agent you had a crush on? You’d never live it down. Shaw would loudly proclaim your love in the cafeteria, and then everyone would know. Regardless, she gets where you’re coming from, but you need to understand that the rules are in place for a reason, so do not expect any help from her when you’re trying to break them.

[phantom-does-a-thing]

may i have some horror podcast recommendation?

I GOT you king hold on, I love horror podcasts.

1) Mayfair Watchers Society

A podcast set in the world of Mayfair which is a town with a bunch of monsters and other horrifying phenomenon. It’s based on the work of Trevor Henderson who is an AMAZING horror artist, I’m in love with his work. It is told in an episodic format usually based on some kind of record storytelling such as phone calls, autopsy reports, meeting recordings etc. So far there’s no reoccurring characters but it’s such an interesting listen and the world of Mayfair is very compelling. The first episode is my favorite honestly and episodes are only about 30 minutes or so.

2) The Magnus Archives

As much as I hate to, I have to recommend it. Absolutely amazing podcast and honestly! Very scary in certain parts. Follows the work of Jonathan Sims recently head archivist off the Magnus Institute a company that archives supernatural occurrences. The first season is super fun with scares and statements and my favorite part about it is that it hits so many different types of fears without sounding scattered, it does sound very well put together. And then there’s the horror of the character narratives which are going to haunt me forever. 200 episodes about 30 minutes each, 5 seasons each 4 episodes. Incredibly worth it if you haven’t seen it already.

3) the SCP foundation database

There’s about a million SCP podcasts out there so me recommending this one isn’t really that much different. I haven’t listened to all of those million ones but I do like the voice actor and editing of this podcast. It’s literally just reading out SCP entries. Episode range from 2-20 minutes from what I’ve seen. If you’re interested in SCP I’d recommend it

4) The Stranger

Now. Listen. I HATE to recommend something like this because it’s unfinished and hasn’t been updated in like 3 years or so. But it was a very compelling story from what there is available, only a couple episodes but very good. It’s the story of this guy who finds tapes from his grandfather who used to be a news anchor describing disappearances of children in the 1930s and the actions of an entity called “the stranger”. I wish there was more to it, the story is very interesting and I’m super compelled by the world. It follows the same narrative of “guy finds footage from a person they used to know and decides to upload it to social media and finds out how scary and haunted and how much of a bad idea that was”

5) Welcome to nightvale (last one I promise)

Not so much of a horror podcast, I’d consider it more of a horror comedy but it is a super fun listen. Tells the story of Cecil Palmer, a radio host in the strange desert town of Nightvale. When I say strange I mean it, it’s absurd and almost surrealist. It’s a fun listen and Cecil’s voice is so soothing I honestly listen to it sometimes to go to sleep.

Honorable mentioned that I can’t fully recommend just because I haven’t listened to more than a couple minutes of an episode:

Bridgewater (my brother recommended this to me),

Redwood Bureau (kinda similar to tma imo),

Tower 4 (made by the same people who made Mayfair watchers society),

heart starts pounding (also recommended by my brother, but it seems like irl horror stuff rather than a story so idk)

I love horror podcasts, there’s so many that I want to get around to listening to but I unfortunately don’t have that much time. Here’s a list of some good stuff that I’ve enjoyed! Lemme know if you have any questions or wanna know more about anything! Always happy to talk!

ALSO EDIT: Mayfair watcher society and the magnus archives both have transcripts available for their episodes. Both also have episode by episode trigger warnings, tma is in the transcript (and maybe the description of the episode on Spotify i don’t know), and Mayfair has it in the description. The SCP foundation database just reads off the entries on the SCP website so basically a transcript.

[fool-counter]

Name: A█████ H████ C███

Operator's Tag: Director Alto Clef

Security Clearance Level: 4

Current Assignment: Department Head: Division of Training and Development

Profile: The genre-savvy and enigmatic "Dr. Alto Clef" maintains that its true name is that of an A major chord played on a ukulele, which it carries around with it at all times should other entities wish to address it by name. It has recieved its current nickname due to its habit of signing reports with a hand-drawn Alto Clef symbol. Although apparently competent at its job, its acerbic attitude and habit of annoying its coworkers by walking around minimal security areas with unfurled cinnamon rolls stuck in its nose has gained it the enmity of several of its coworkers.

A. Clef's true face cannot be clearly photographed by any known means (see above), but appears to have a sizable nose and a large grin resembling that of Felis cheshiricus, the only known specimen of which was captured by [DATA EXPUNGED] during Operation Liddell. It has one green eye, one blue eye, and one hazel eye, both of which appear to have pupils which absorb all light falling upon it. The entity is known to be an inveterate liar regarding all things save SCP-related issues, and thus, should not be trusted by anyone.

By no means should Dr. Clef be allowed to consume an entire tin of Altoids mints in one sitting.

History: A█████ H████ C███ first came to the attention of the Foundation after publishing a seminal research paper, "On the use of Human Semen to ████ ███████ ██ █████ █████████," which resulted in his expulsion from ██████████ University's Biology department, having already been on probation for complaints rising from his psychology study, "On the Comparative Sensitivity of the Human Female Nipple in Laboratory and Field Conditions, upon Aware and Unaware Subjects." The paper in question referred to a ██████ ████████ with traits resembling those of an existing SCP, resulting in the Foundation contacting the individual in order to establish his security risk.

It is not clear how A█████ H████ C███ managed to ingratiate himself with the investigating agent enough to convince her to offer him a job with the Foundation, as the individual has a slimy personality that causes all females within ██ ██████ to instinctively recoil in horror, clutching their ███████ protectively. However, his acquisition came with the retrieval of SCP-447, which has proven remarkably useful to the Foundation despite special containment requirements keeping it away from dead bodies.

During the SCP-239 Incident, Dr. Clef displayed remarkable aptitude in penetrating Foundation defenses in an attempt to terminate the aforementioned SCP. Although he sustained severe injuries during and after this incident at the hands of Dr. Kondraki, his actions prompted a closer look at his past, especially in regards to possible links to a GOC operative known as "Ukulele Man."

Having earned a reputation for swift, elegant, and surgically precise terminations of dangerous SCPs, the Overseer Council has recently agreed to promote Dr. Clef to the head of the Department of Training and Development, in charge of training response teams and field agents.

EXCERPT FROM INTERVIEW 7998-08-███-█

05-██: [DATA EXPUNGED]

Clef: Is this the part where I'm supposed to give some cryptic answer about my reasons for delving into the unknown? Some statement about how and why I think these things exist? Some kind of reason for coming to work in an job as maddeningly bizarre and dangerous as this?

05-██: [DATA EXPUNGED]

Clef: Because it's fun.

05-██: [DATA EXPUNGED]

Clef: Well, it's the only answer you're ever going to get.

05-██: [DATA EXPUNGED]

Clef: Would you like some candy?

05-██: [DATA EXPUNGED]

Clef: How about a beer?

05-██: [DATA EXPUNGED]

Clef: Seven-course Chinese dinner? C'mon, work with me here.

[RECORDING ENDS]

Name: A█████ H████ C███

Operator's Tag: Director Alto Clef

Security Clearance Level: 4

Current Assignment: Department Head: Division of Training and Development

Profile: The genre-savvy and enigmatic "Dr. Alto Clef" maintains that its true name is that of an A major chord played on a ukulele, which it carries around with it at all times should other entities wish to address it by name. It has recieved its current nickname due to its habit of signing reports with a hand-drawn Alto Clef symbol. Although apparently competent at its job, its acerbic attitude and habit of annoying its coworkers by walking around minimal security areas with unfurled cinnamon rolls stuck in its nose has gained it the enmity of several of its coworkers.

A. Clef's true face cannot be clearly photographed by any known means (see above), but appears to have a sizable nose and a large grin resembling that of Felis cheshiricus, the only known specimen of which was captured by [DATA EXPUNGED] during Operation Liddell. It has one green eye, one blue eye, and one hazel eye, both of which appear to have pupils which absorb all light falling upon it. The entity is known to be an inveterate liar regarding all things save SCP-related issues, and thus, should not be trusted by anyone.

By no means should Dr. Clef be allowed to consume an entire tin of Altoids mints in one sitting.

History: A█████ H████ C███ first came to the attention of the Foundation after publishing a seminal research paper, "On the use of Human Semen to ████ ███████ ██ █████ █████████," which resulted in his expulsion from ██████████ University's Biology department, having already been on probation for complaints rising from his psychology study, "On the Comparative Sensitivity of the Human Female Nipple in Laboratory and Field Conditions, upon Aware and Unaware Subjects." The paper in question referred to a ██████ ████████ with traits resembling those of an existing SCP, resulting in the Foundation contacting the individual in order to establish his security risk.

It is not clear how A█████ H████ C███ managed to ingratiate himself with the investigating agent enough to convince her to offer him a job with the Foundation, as the individual has a slimy personality that causes all females within ██ ██████ to instinctively recoil in horror, clutching their ███████ protectively. However, his acquisition came with the retrieval of SCP-447, which has proven remarkably useful to the Foundation despite special containment requirements keeping it away from dead bodies.

During the SCP-239 Incident, Dr. Clef displayed remarkable aptitude in penetrating Foundation defenses in an attempt to terminate the aforementioned SCP. Although he sustained severe injuries during and after this incident at the hands of Dr. Kondraki, his actions prompted a closer look at his past, especially in regards to possible links to a GOC operative known as "Ukulele Man."

Having earned a reputation for swift, elegant, and surgically precise terminations of dangerous SCPs, the Overseer Council has recently agreed to promote Dr. Clef to the head of the Department of Training and Development, in charge of training response teams and field agents.

EXCERPT FROM INTERVIEW 7998-08-███-█

05-██: [DATA EXPUNGED]

Clef: Is this the part where I'm supposed to give some cryptic answer about my reasons for delving into the unknown? Some statement about how and why I think these things exist? Some kind of reason for coming to work in an job as maddeningly bizarre and dangerous as this?

05-██: [DATA EXPUNGED]

Clef: Because it's fun.

05-██: [DATA EXPUNGED]

Clef: Well, it's the only answer you're ever going to get.

05-██: [DATA EXPUNGED]

Clef: Would you like some candy?

05-██: [DATA EXPUNGED]

Clef: How about a beer?

05-██: [DATA EXPUNGED]

Clef: Seven-course Chinese dinner? C'mon, work with me here.

[RECORDING ENDS]

fool count: 32

I can always tell when it's one person sending multiple asks at a time, because suddenly I have half a dozen SCP submissions in my inbox

[wannabeanartist]

Dr. Quartero's note #4 the A.P.R.O part 1

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(Out of Character: Hey, just so you know, this entry is valid both for my comic Bright Blue Soul and my game The Anomaly Team as APRO, even if slightly different exists in both universes. Also yes, this is shamelessly inspired by SCP Foundation mythos)

Dr. Quatero here. Today, I will not be speaking of a single person or item, but an entire organization, the Anomaly Protection and Research Organization or APRO. The organization's origins are fuzzy at best. Despite being officially founded after the battle against the previous god of machines in 1807, now confidential reports reveal the organization has existed since at least the early 1700's. The founder is equally as mysterious, if he even exists, the elusive Administrator-0.

The organization's goal is officially to protect humanity from any anomaly or other existential dangers. They also study, develop, and produce a wide array of items, anything from civilian products to mass destruction weaponry.

APRO is also extremely politically and economically influential. They have contracts with every major military on the planet, even having some degree of influence over many governments, and they are also allied to the Quartero family. It is a little concerning how much power the organization has, but all investigations, including several from me, revealed no problematic actions. As long as they are on our side, I guess I shouldn't critique them too much.

The Organization is split into four main parts:

The International Anomaly Containment Operation or IACO also called the righteous right hand. IACO specializes in interventions, they're basically the muscles of the organization, taking care of the fieldwork. They include several hundred battalions of soldiers and specialized units ready to deal with anything from biological threats to reality warpers. They have extensive access to technology inaccessible by most of the public or the world's military like the F.F. portable reactors, the reality anchoring devices, and advanced artificial organs and limbs. Not only do they have a count of well-trained soldiers in the tens of thousands, they also possess tanks, fighter jets, missiles, and even a few nuclear weapons for last resort. The leader of this section of APRO is known as Administrator-1

The Internal Containment and Security Office or ICSO, sometimes called The left hand. ICSO is specialized in any internal security need. See them as the little brother of IACO, but instead of acting on the field, they keep entities contained and ensure that no military actions coming from the inside can hurt the organization. Take most of what I said for IACO, tone it down a little and you have the resume of what ICSO is. Their leader is Administrator-2

The Supply and Organization Wing or SOW, is sometimes called Red Heart. As the name may suggest they take care of organization and supplies. Hence why they are called the Heart, to some extent, the organization has been made to still function if one of its parts is destroyed, but SOW is probably the most important. APRO is an organization spanning across the globe, without an efficient administration and organization, it just couldn't work. They take care of most logistical needs, and also of industries controlled by APRO. Their leader is Administrator-4

The Research and Command Center or RCC, also called The Head That Knows. As its name may indicate, they are the head of the operations, and they also take care of research and observation. Their nickname comes from the fact that with their extensive amount of data, they know practically anything known to humanity. If you lost your keys this morning, they probably know where it is. Their leader is Administrator-3.

[f-e-r-n-i-t-o]

A short study on Not Deer because i don't see enough abt it

Tw: Unreality topics.

In Appalachia (at least that's where most sightings are), there's said to be a creature in the depths of the mountains, It resembles a deer, but gives you that Uncanny Valley feeling, which if you don't know what that means, it means something that seems normal, but you get that gut feeling of something not feeling right. Upon further inspection of said 'Deer', your probably gonna notice it doesn't look quite right, be it something obvious, like it may have the face of something else entirely, or something small, like the eyes being on the front. Now, the appearance of this creature commonly is said to resemble a Adult deer, but its movements resemble a newborn deers, as well as being aggressive. Some sightings report that they may be double jointed, or mayhaps even having extra joints in their limbs, which are also longer than the average deers, but the most distinct pointer is the fact they have front facing eyes rather than to the side, which is commonly found on predators. Their actions don't resemble a deers at all though, because they aren't afraid of humans, they tend to walk closer actually, hence the reason we know so much about their movement behaviors. and based on the fact there's so many 'witnesses', they seem to look for humans almost, The creature seems to only attack when provoked though. They've also been known to chase people up trees, to which they stand on their hind legs to try to reach, Which isn't odd when it comes to deer, they do this to establish dominance, fight, or to grab food off high places.

Witnesses aren't typically found in the day to day life, mainly because probably no one would believe you if you said 'i got hunted by a deer monster', so most are found on reddit if your looking for them. As much as i love cryptids, there's a possible explanation for them :D; there could be birth defects that cause odd walking, or a odd head shape so that could effect the placement of their eyes. or there's 'Zombie Deer syndrome' otherwise known as Chronic Wasting Disease (CWD), which is the possible explanation for wendigo as well, which basically causes all the behavior we talked about. And the reasoning for multiple eyes may be because lights reflecting off surfaces, as well if your terrified at the moment you can see things. Not Deer are also commonly referred to as SCP-6448, Deemed by its cryptid name, But the explanation i found for its existence is a alien researching humans, shapeshifted as a deer, if you want really cool photos of them just search up its SCP term. (Note these images may scare some) It also may give that Uncanny Valley feeling due to many of us being so used to exactly what a deer looks like so seeing something that looks different than what we're used too can feel terrifying at times, especially since deer tend to just stare at us for what feels like forever, it gives us that feeling of being watched. Most info in this post found on the wiki but added some other stuff

[dzthenerd490]

Action Report: Helix Part 1

In 2014 a research lab base owned by Arctic Biosystems was declared under attack by an unknown outbreak. This base is located in the artic as the name implies, thought that is not why the Foundation was interest. Arctic Biosystems is a private pharmaceutical company that is owned by the international multi-millionaire Ilaria Corporation. The Ilaria Corporation has been on the ACPA watch list for quite some time as it seems to be involved with political assassinations, controlling of world religions, influencing world economics and governments, as well as involvement with anomalous events. There is also a possibility they are involved with Group of Interest: Neo Umbrella. 

Due to these circumstances Mobile Task Force Ares-8 "Acid Rain" was assigned to the task of going there, assessing the anomalous threat, and if necessary, contain it. The squad consisted of eight units, Codenamed: Paris, Rio, New York, Rome, Tokyo, Berlin, Chicago, and Dubai. 

Paris is the captain of the squad. He is equipped with dual Foundation SMGs loaded with AP Rounds and two Necrosis Venom Coated Machetes. He is wearing a Foundation Bulletproof Biohazard Suit and has UV heat flash grenades, Paralysis Venom Gas grenades, a Foundation Computer Screen Pad, Signal Flares, and a Retractable Foundation Shield. 

Rio is the primary healer and second in command. She is equipped with a Standard Foundation Shotgun with N Rounds, a Pistol with AP Rounds, and a Paralysis Venom Baton. She is wearing a Foundation Bulletproof Biohazard Suit and has a Portable Foundation Medical Case, a Sample Collection Gun, and Paralysis Venom Gas grenades.

New York is the primary cleaner of the squad. He is equipped with a Standard Foundation Shotgun loaded with I Rounds, Chemical Spray Gun loaded with Necrosis Venom, Sterilizing Chemical, and Nitrogenic Gas. He is wearing a Foundation Bulletproof Biohazard Suit and has Sterilization gas grenades and Necrosis venom gas grenades. 

Rome main support for the squad. He is equipped with a Standard Foundation Assault Rifle loaded with AP rounds, N Rounds, C Rounds, I Rounds, TS Rounds and dual Shock Batons. He is wearing a Foundation Bulletproof Biohazard Suit and has Retractable Foundation Shield.

Tokyo secondary healer and secondary support. She is equipped with a Standard Foundation Assault Rifle loaded with AP Rounds and C Rounds. She is wearing a Foundation Bulletproof Biohazard Suit and has a Portable Foundation Medical Case, a Sample Collection Gun, a Retractable Foundation Shield. 

Berlin secondary cleaner and third support. They are equipped with a Standard Foundation Assault Rifle loaded with AP Rounds, I Rounds, and Chemical Spray Gun loaded with Necrosis Venom, Sterilizing Chemical, and Nitrogenic Gas. Thet are wearing a Foundation Bulletproof Biohazard Suita Retractable Foundation Shield and Sterilization gas grenades. 

Chicago is to a combat researcher to pose as Dr. Chicago, specializing in Microbiology, Virology, and Brazilian martial arts. He is equipped with a Standard Foundation Pistol loaded with AP Rounds and Paralysis Venom Baton. He is wearing a standard uniform of a Foundation researcher but is wearing a CDC badge and not the Foundation badge. He has a Foundation Computer Screen pad and Portable Foundation Research Case. 

Dubai is to a combat researcher to pose as Dr. Dubai specializes, in Microbiology, Psychology, parasitology, and CQC. They are equipped with a Standard Foundation Pistol loaded with AP Rounds and Paralysis Venom Baton. They are wearing a standard uniform of a Foundation researcher but is wearing a CDC badge and not the Foundation badge. They have a Foundation Computer Screen pad and Portable Foundation Research Case. 

Neo Umbrella nor the Ilaria Corporation were to be underestimate hence why the squad was twice the size of normal MTF squads during missions. They are wearing a standard uniform of a Foundation researcher but is wearing a CDC badge and not the Foundation badge. They have a Foundation Computer Screen pad and Portable Foundation Research Case.

***

Begin Recording

Paris: Alright, its recording. Everyone online? 

Rio: Yes Sir! 

New York: Course Boss.

Rome: Yes Boss.

Tokyo: Loud and Clear Boss.

Berlin: Yes Sir.

Chicago: Yes Boss.

Dubai: Crystal Clear Boss.

Paris: Good that makes eight. Just in time too we're about to land. Remember Chicago and Dubai, you're the doctors alright. You need to have all the focus on you, alright? We're a CDC force and we need them to take the fall if this ends up getting out of control. Though that won't happen so long as we all do our part and contain this as quickly as possible alright? 

Rio, New York, Rome, Tokyo, Berlin, Chicago, and Dubai: Yes sir! 

After another minute the helicopter finally landed and each of them got off and headed into the base. As they walked down the entrance hall, they were confronted by Dr. Hataki, Dr. Farragut, and Head Security Daniel, all three of them were confused by the CDC badges.

Dr. Hataki: Who are you?

Dubai: Ah! Dr. Hataki right? I'm Dr. Dubai and this is Dr. Chicago. We're here form the CDC to answer your distress call. Please excuse the seemingly excessive force we have behind us, but please be assured the CDC takes issues like this very seriously and this wishes to cover for all potential threats. 

Dr. Farragut: ... You're not CDC.

Dubai: Uh, sir. I assure you we are. 

Chicago: Yeah, I'm sorry who exactly are you? 

Dr. Farragut: Dr. Alan Farragut of the Center for Disease Control. 

Dubai and Chicago stopped smiling and looked at one another, so did Paris and the others acting as their guards. The Foundation ordered the CDC to prevent all forces form answering the distress call. Yet here was Dr. Farragut a well-known doctor of the CDC, this was not something that should be possible under the control of the Foundation. However, the Foundation is also good at contingency plans hence why Dubai got out his Foundation Computer Screen Pad and pulled up the correct image form his photos before handing it to Dr. Farragut. 

Dubai: Well, if that's true then how come you never received this? 

Dr. Farragut looked at it and so did Dr. Hataki though they were both shocked at what it said. The form was actually one of several falsely created legal documents, made specifically for situations like this. Dr. Farragut looked at the files in shock while Dr. Hataki and Daniel looked at Dr. Farragut with suspicion. 

Dr. Hataki: Is there perhaps something you forgot to tell us Dr. Farragut? 

Dr. Farragut: No, no, this is impossible this can't be real. There has to be some kind of mistake. 

Daniel: Well according to this, you're the one who made a mistake. 

Dubai: Now, now! Dr. Farragut was not lying when he said he was a doctor of the CDC he's just not supposed to be here. However, this can be seen as a blessing in disguise, the more of us here there merrier right? More scientists, more security, more chances of containing this pathogen as fast as possible before things escalate. So despite the complications we are all faced with, how about we shove it aside for now and help one another with our predicament. 

Daniel and Dr. Hataki looked at one another, wondering if this really was a blessing or a curse that had unfolded. Dr. Farragut on the other hand looked at Dubai and Chicago with suspicion, the document on the iPad was legit and legal yet he had never seen either of these two in all his time at the CDC. He wasn't lying about this being impossible, so that meant something was happening and perhaps it had to do with Dr. Hataki. 

Dr. Boyle: Hey Alan! I just wanted to let you know that Sarah's got the quarantine covered so I'm going to start dissecting... the... uh...

Dr. Boyle looks at Dubai and the others with shock while the look at her with disappointment and a few with anger. Dr. Boyle is an agent of the Foundation, she was assigned to the CDC specifically to alert the Foundation of CDC activity. Yet she was here, and the Foundation didn't know of it, this either meant she was bad at her job, or someone somehow knew to prevent her from alerting the Foundation. Now was not the time to find out so Dubai quickly put back on their fake smile and walked to Dr. Boyle.

Dubai: Ah! Dr. Boyle, you remember me, Dr. Dubai don't you? We're form the specialized task force from the CDC but uh... Dr. Farragut here seems to be confused as he things its his team who's supposed to be here and not us when in reality its reverse. Is there perhaps something you can add to help clear up the situation?

Dr. Farragut looked at Dr. Boyle in confusion not really expecting her to know these guys though he was shocked to see her actually looking nervous as if she did. 

Dr. Boyle: Uh... Yeah! Yeah, I uh... I unfortunately don't know how this happened, kinda funny really, but uh, ahem! I do know that we all work for the CDC here. 

Now Dr. Farragut was looking at Dr. Boyle in shock as he was sure she would vouch for him knowing these guys were definitely not CDC. Yet she was instead vouching for them instead. 

Dr. Hataki: ... I wasn't aware the CDC could be so incompetent. No matter, I have no reason and according to that document no authority to have any of you leave. Besides given the recent incident the situation has become dire. If you new arrivals are really here to help them by all means. Dr. Farragut and Dr. Boyle can I trust you two to have our guests accommodated while we get the preparations done so they will also have unrestricted access. 

Dr. Boyle: Yup! You can count on us! 

Dr. Farragut remained silent and just nodded still processing the fact that Dr. Boyle his longtime friend, knew something so shocking that he didn't. Dr. Hataki and Daniel then walked away to get started on getting chips for the new arrivals. 

Dr. Boyle: Okay so uh, first things first. We got some kind of virus that's an RNA strand, it somehow made two victims into black mush and made Peter into a super soldier. He ran off somewhere and infected six people. We already got three in quarantine but the other three we have no idea where they are. The virus is not airborne, but Peter did infect these guys by uh, kissing them in the mouth apparently. Also, I called Peter a super soldier cause he ripped a guys arm clean off and took his uniform. Uh... well, I think that about covers it all. Alan you want to add something?

Dr. Boyle turned to Dr. Farragut with a fearful smile on her face while he looked at her with skepticism. 

Dr. Farragut: ... No, you pretty much covered it all Doreen. I'll just uh, need to ask where you guys are planning on stationing yourselves.

Dubai: How about I assist Dr. Boyle with the dissection she was talking about. Since I assume that will be a nasty job, we'll be taking Task Force operative New York with us and the rest will be assigned to you Dr. Farragut, please utilize Dr. Chicago and the rest however you please. 

Dr. Farragut: Thank you, but uh, Doreen I need to talk to you. 

Dr. Boyle: Uh, can that wait Alan, what I'm disecting isn't a rat but a monkey and remember how Dr. Hataki said they don't have monkeys? Yeah, I just wanna get to work before it, "disappears" or something. 

Dr. Farragut: ... Fine, go, but I do need to talk to you later. 

Dubai: Alright then! Let's get to work!

***

The following is a recording form New York and Dubai as they are with Dr. Boyle who is dissecting an infected but dead monkey. 

New York: Ew! What the hell is all that black shit? 

Dr. Boyle: It's the monkey's blood, mutated by the virus to be no different to black mucus.

Dubai: I though the black mucus destroys everything it touches. 

Dr. Boyle: Well apparently not monkeys and apparently not Peter.

New York: Who's Peter?

Dr. Boyle: The guy who's going around infecting everyone and ripping their arms off. Though you should also probably know he's Alan's brother.

Dubai: ... That actually brings up a good question. 

Dubai then slammed his hand hard on the inspection table, spooking Dr. Boyle a little. She kept her composure not because she wasn't afraid, but because she knew now was not a good time to panic.

Dubai: You had one job! To look over the CDC, to be their babysitters and the ONE TIME they leave the crib you decide not to tell us. 

Dr. Boyle: ... That's the thing, I did. 

New York: Oh yeah? Was that before or after coming to the arctic because I doubt you can get a signal out here without a signal flare. 

Dr. Boyle: No right after we got the request from that military sergeant. 

Dubai and New York looked at one another on confusion.

New York: Military? Fuck is PENTAGRAM stirring up shit again? 

Dubai: No, even they aren't that stupid nor are they powerful enough to stop a Foundation order form getting through... I think our superiors were right, Neo Umbrella is somehow involved in this. 

Dr. Boyle: Wait shit, you guys are Acid Rain? Oh lord, that doesn't mean zombies and monsters are going to show up does it? 

New York: Relax, even if that is the case, I got more than enough ammunition to blow all those mother fuckers to hell. 

Unknown: Who are you?!

New York quickly got out his shotgun and pointed it at one of the doctors while Dr. Boyle quickly got away form the table in shock. Dubai raised his hands and tried to signal to New York to lower his which he did so very slowly. 

Dubai: Okay, relax, I am Dr. Dubai, please tell me who you are. 

The unknown doctor looked at Dr. Boyle and New York while visibly shaking. her skin was pale while the skin around her eyes and nose was clearly turning orange. Dr. Boyle was scared as she knew this was a key sign of infection. 

Unknown: Who are they?!

Dubai: Oh, please be at ease, this is Dr. Boyle a fellow doctor at the CDC and this is our security New York. Please say hello you two.  

New York and Dr. Boyle looked at one another; even with his biohazard suit on, Dr. Boyle could see he was just as uncomfortable with this as she was. Still they both listened to Dubai and waved at the doctor.

Unknown: ... How do I know that's your real names?

Dubai: Scouts honor, thought of course I don't blame you for being untrustful. It's been a long day, hasn't it? 

Unknown: Yes... the white room... so much death... It's everywhere, he's everywhere! Oh god, he's coming for us! No, no! You... How do I know you're not going to hurt me. 

Dubai managed to keep up his genuine looking smile as he slowly approached her. 

Dubai: I won't keep any secrets from you, because I don't want them to hurt me either. 

Unknown: Wha- what? 

Dubai: We have to stay out of the white room, but we can only do that if we work together. 

Unknown: Y- Yes that's right, strength in numbers! They can't stop us! 

Dubai: No one can stop us! Not with this. 

Dubai then held out his Foundation Computer Screen Pad but didn't turn it on or face it to the doctor. Curiosity and hope consumed her as she smiled and walked over to see what it was. Though as she did Dubai chocked her on the back of the neck. She quickly fell to the ground knocked out. 

Dubai: Okay, good, consider that situation de-escalated. 

Dr. Boyle: Did you really have to knock her out? 

Dubai: Kinda too late consider alternatives. Now help me get her up and direct us to the quarantine. 

Dr. Boyle: Alright but on the way there, you guys need to help me get a story for Alan straight. 

Dubai: Fair. Hey New York, are young going to help or not?

***

The following is a recording of Paris and Rio working as security for Dr. Jordan as she enters the quarantine area of the three patients. 

Unknown: Hey! How long do we have to be in here? 

Dr. Jordan: A couple of weeks at most.

Unknown: A couple of weeks?! What about my research?

Unknown: What if I'm not infected? I'm in the same room as them, breathing the same air! 

Unknown: Oh, Shut up Bryce.

Dr. Jordan: Please everyone calm down, I know this is very stressful.

Unknown: You don't know anything! How old are you? 

Dr. Jordan: ... I'm 26.

Unknown:  You look like your 15.

Dr. Jordan: I have two master's and a PhD form MIT specializing in virology and biogenetics. 

Paris and Rio looked at each other, granted this was considered common level of genius within the Foundation, but the fact that she knew biogenetics was interesting. It was the same field Rio was in as she was planning to become a Combat Researcher or maybe a Captain one day. 

Dr. Jordan: I was the youngest doctor hired by the CDC in over a decade and Dr. Farragut put me in charge of isolation because I'm qualified. The two guards behind me are only a precaution in case things get out of control which you're not helping by acting like this; so once again, please remain calm. I will do my best to address your needs, but I want to make one thing perfectly clear we will have order here. 

One of the doctors scoffed at Dr. Jordan and the rest said nothing. 

Paris: She said there will be order, is that clear? 

Unknown: ... Whatever.

Paris got annoyed but he just left it at that, Dr. Jordan then got to work checking their symptoms as the infection progressed within them. She took tests every so often just to be sure not to miss a single detail. 

Rio: Do you need help? I know a thing or two. 

Dr. Jordan: Uh, well this is very delicate situation, so I just think-

Rio then took out her Portable Foundation Medical Case and took a DNA sample that Dr. Jordan collected. 

Rio: If the two of us work at the same time, we can get our research done faster. Just let me know if I'm in your way.

Dr. Jordan: ... Can you handle that one over there then? 

Rio: Of course!

Dr. Jordan was confused as she was sure that Rio was supposed to be here for security only. She then looked to Paris who just shrugged.

Paris: She doesn't hesitate to help those in need.

Unknown: Yeah, like that's going to make a difference.

Paris: ... Doing something is better than complaining, dumbass. 

Unknown: Hey what did you say to me?! 

Suddenly the door rang, and New York came in with a new patient strapped to a gurney. 

New York: Got a new one, apparently there's another on the way. 

Paris: Good go back to Dr. Boyle I'll take it from here. 

New York then let Paris take the gurney and left. 

Unknown: What?! You're going to let in more sick people?! 

Paris: This is the quarantine area, it's for the sick. 

The doctor scoffed in disbelief and walked over to Dr. Jordan

Unknown: You've got to let us out of here, this is kidnapping! I demand to talk to a lawyer! 

Dr. Jordan: this is a public health crisis; the CDC has full jurisdiction here.

Unknown: Oh! A hell of a lot of good that's done! We could do a better job of finding a cure ourselves.

Rio: Arguably. 

Unknown: ... What did you say bitch? I'm a doctor, not some military jock paying nurse.

Rio just scoffed at the doctor while she was treating one of the patients by giving them Foundation Pain killers. 

Unknown: Give it a rest, Bryce. 

Unknown: You give it a rest! 

Paris: She was you idiot. She's not exactly cooperative but she's better at keeping her cool than you are.

Unknown: Huh? Oh let me guess you think your better than us just because we're not military or whatever.

Paris: We're not military we're CDC you idiot. 

Unknown: Stop calling me an idiot! 

Paris: You are an idiot! Now calm down and shut up or else I'll make you!

Unknown: Oh, you'll make me?! 

Paris then got up to the doctor and showed him how tall he was in comparison.

Paris: Yeah, but you don't want to know how... do you?

Unknown: ... No... I'm sorry.

Paris: Good, now sit down and shut up. 

The doctor did as Paris ordered, the other looked at Paris with anger but quickly looked away in fear when he noticed her glare. Dr. Jordan was looking at him in disbelief at how aggressive he was though looked to Rio who seemed calm and collected in comparison.  

Dr. Jordan: Is- Is he always like that?

Rio: ... Paris just hates wasting time, he's a really nice guy once you get to know him but that's the thing, you have to get to know him first. 

Dr. Jordan: Paris?

Rio: Oh, we're all assigned code names. I'm Rio by the way. 

Dr. Jordan: ... What's your real name.

Rio: Just call me Rio. 

Dr. Jordan: Who are you guys really? 

Rio: We're from the CDC like you.

Dr. Jordan: I'm from the CDC yeah, but I don't know any of you guys nor have I ever heard of you. ANY of you.

Rio: ... You can ask all you want, I'm afraid it doesn't change the answer, we're all members of the CDC.

Dr. Jordan: well, I'm not as naive as I look. I'll find the truth eventually.

Rio: *sign* Suit yourself but spoiler warning... we're from the CDC. 

Dr. Jordan just grunted as she continued working, suddenly the doctor she was testing started groaning in pain. Suddenly Rio walked over and infected him with something that make him stop moving and sleep peacefully.

Dr. Jordan: ... What- what did you give him? 

Rio: Pain killers. What else?

Dr. Jordan: I've been giving him morphine, but it hasn't worked. 

Rio: Guess morphine not as strong as most think.

Dr. Jordan again looked at Rio in suspicion but couldn't get answers now, so she just kept working. 

***

The following is a recording of Rome and Chicago who are with Dr. Walker and Dr. Hataki. 

The four of them are watching surveillance of Peter and his work before he became infected. Though Rome gets up and out of the room to get some coffee. However, Julia suddenly jolts and looks to the vents when she hears something no one else does. 

Dr. Hataki: Are you alright? 

Dr. Walker: Yeah, just thought I heard something. It makes me think of peter being up there. 

Dr. Hataki: It's just the base settling, have you gotten any sleep?

Dr. Walker: An hour or two but I'm fine, really.

Dr. Hataki: The arctic can play tricks on the mind, sleep is important.

Dr. Walker: I'll take that under advisement. 

Rome then walked back into the room with a coffee box and four cups of coffee.

Rome: Sleep is good, though on a busy day like this coffee is a second best. 

Dr. Hataki: Where did you get that? We don't serve coffee here.

Rome: I always pack my own grounded beans and easy to store cups wherever I go. Would you like one? 

Dr. Hataki: ... I don't think caffeine is good for the mind, but it would be rude to decline your offer. 

Dr. Walker, Dr. Hataki, and Chicago all took a cup. Dr. Walker took a sip joyfully then looked back to the recordings.

Dr. Walker: Woah, what just happened. 

Dr. Walker then replayed the video, when she played it, it showed the rats shaking the shelves they were on to the point they knocked them down. 

Chicago: Holy shit, what the hell was he giving those rats? 

Dr. Walker: I don't know, care to explain Dr. Hataki? 

Dr. Hataki: As I already told Dr. Walker, Peter was researching mutagens. 

Chicago: Yeah, but what kind of mutagens? Because all known mutagens can't do something that extreme. I mean if there was something like that, I would want some. 

Rome, Dr. Hataki, and Dr. Walker looked at Chicago in confusion and a hint of disgust.

Chicago: I mean AFTER the psychotic symptoms are worked out. 

Dr. Walker: ... I need to get to Peter's lab, find out everything that he was working on. I'm aloud to do that right Dr. Hataki? 

Dr. Hataki: As I've already told you, you have unlimited access to the base. In fact, please allow me to escort you all there. 

Dr. Hataki, Dr. Walker, Chicago, and Rome then walked out of the room and towards Peters lab. However halfway there they heard screaming down a hall, so Rome got out his assault rifle, but Dr. Walker raised her hand to signal him to stand down. Rome lowed his rifle but followed her as she walked down the hallway where they encountered Dr. Farragut and Major Balleseros who caught another infected. People in the hallway yelled at them in anger which only got Tokyo, Major Balleseros, and Berlin agitated in retaliation. Peter only barely managed to calm down the situation by explaining the rate of infection if things get out of control. No one was happy but then all went back to their rooms while the others took the infected patient to the quarantine zone. 

Dr. Walker: Nice Speach

Dr. Farragut turned around to see Dr. Walker and Rome standing there. 

Dr. Walker: I haven't heard that since... Kikwit, '95? 

Dr. Farragut: It was Joburg, '96. What are you doing here? 

Rome: Apologizes, Dr. Farragut. We're going to Peter Farragut's lab to continue our investigation. We have reason to believe the rats he was working with may have been the point of origin or have some kind of connection to it. 

Dr. Farragut: Your supposed to be guarding Julia while she works on rate of infection. 

Rome then looked at Dr. Walker as he was unaware of this. 

Dr. Walker: This seemed more important. 

Rome sighed as he could not only tell that Dr. Walker and Dr. Farragut were dating but they were also the type of couple to bump heads regularly. He was quickly proven right as they started arguing more and more. However, Dr. Walker suddenly said, "It was never the time or the place, that was the problem to begin with" he realized they were actually married once and now divorced. Dr. Walker then walked off to join back with Dr. Hataki and Chicago. Rome quickly followed her.

***

The four of them were now in Peters old lab with Chicago and Dr. Walker looking through old files. Rome was standing guard over them all, but he was also making sure to observe Dr. Walker and Dr. Hataki. Two things he noticed about Dr. Hataki, one he was merely pretending to look around, it was obvious he knew he wasn't going to find anything. He was merely trying to look the part so that he could delay as much as possible. The second thing was that he kept looking at Dr. Walker, and it wasn't with suspicion it was like he was looking at someone he had wanted to see for a very long time. Rome was normally good at reading people but this time he was confused as there should have been no connection between the two, yet Dr. Hataki was making it seem like there was one. 

Dr. Walker: Here I got something, Apparently Peter was working with pathogens, Narvik-A and Narvik-B what are those?

Dr. Walker and Chicago looked at Dr. Hataki who just remained silent the entire time. Chicago then went over the the freezer and pulled out several samples two of which ended up being the Narvik-A and Narvik-B. 

Chicago: We should infect the rats again to see what happens.

Dr. Hataki: Inject more rats? That didn't work out for Peter, or his college now did it?

Dr. Walker: Where are his college?

Dr. Hataki: ... You already met them in body bags. 

Chicago: The people that got disintegrated? Fucking hell.

Rome: Sure, but when Peter performed his experiments, he didn't have security on standby, with me here you do now. 

Dr. Walker looked at Rome with skepticism, Rome knew it was for the same reason as the other CDC researchers, they didn't trust the Ares-8 units. Which wasn't surprising, they really weren't who they said they were but to be fair the real CDC wasn't supposed to be here in the first place. 

***

Dr. Walker and Chicago started injecting the rats having two injected with Narvik-A and two with Narvik-B. Shockingly it only took 5 minutes to see the results of infection. The Narvik-A hosts died quicky as their stomachs burst open and black mucus flooded out slowly melting the rest of the body. The Narvik-B hosts however just lost all their hair but remained alive. 

Chicago: Weird... the rats lost all their hair but how come Peter didn't lose his? Does it only deteriorate rats but strengthen humans somehow. 

Dr. Hataki: Please don't be ridiculous how would a virus be able to tell the difference.

Chicago: Yeah, a normal virus wouldn't but that's assuming anything about this is normal. Sometimes it pays off to think outside the box. 

Dr. Hataki: Hm, I'll keep that in mind... Though, I have to say it does feel good to be a part of real lab work again. 

Dr. Walker: Until your reminded of how tedious it is?

Dr. Hataki: No, it's exciting actually. I miss the precision, commitment, sacrifice, all leading to the joy of discovery. 

Chicago: ... Heh, I won't argue with that. 

Dr. Walker: My mother actually used to say something like that.

Dr. Hataki and Dr. Walker then continued talking about her mother, Rome noticed how much Dr. Hataki seemed to enjoy discussing Dr. Walker's family. It was so strange, why was Dr. Hataki so interested in Dr. Walker. However, before Rome could find an answer or Dr. Walker could keep talking one of the rats infected with Narvik-B started breaking the glass. Chicago pulled Dr. Walker back and Dr. Hataki stepped back as well though he didn't seem afraid. The rat then broke free and landed on the floor, it rushed towards Dr. Walker and Chicago making them both scream in terror, but Rome quickly stomped on it, killing it instantly. 

Rome: ... Ha, and that's why you always have a trustworthy security man with you before performing dangerous experiments. 

Dr. Walker smiled at Rome being thankful for his help though all four of them turned back to the glass container when they saw the second Narvik-B rat smashing into another cage for a healthy rat. It got on top of the healthy rat and put its mouth over the other quickly puking the black mucus into the health rat's throat. 

Chicago: Fucking hell, I've seen zombies eat people but that's a whole other level of messed up. 

Dr. Walker: This isn't some science fiction movie this is real but it's... it's not possible, it's not supposed to be. 

Chicago was actually being serious, but Dr. Walker didn't need to know that, so he didn't correct her. 

Rome: I don't understand that rat just spread the virus, there are parasite that can do that to you.

Chicago: Yes parasites can do that, but this is not a parasite this is a virus. Dr. Walker is right this shouldn't be possible, but the virus is controlling the host exactly as how a parasite would, possibly better than a parasite would. It's not only compelling the host to spread the virus but making them do so in the most effective way. Not only that but the rat is stronger with the virus than without, viruses degrade they don't upgrade. They literally spread by rewriting cells with their own DNA code and forcing it to create more virions until they pop. Yet somehow not only is it making the host aggressive but giving them the boost to back it up. I haven't seen a pathogen like that since... The Tangi Virus. 

Rome and Chicago looked at one another as the Tangi Virus was one of the worst pathogens in Foundation history. Granted this new virus was clearly nowhere near the same level but it was close which made it just as dangerous. 

Dr. Walker: What the hell is the Tangi Virus? 

Chicago realized he let vital information slip and closed his mouth and looked the other way. Rome noticed Dr. Walker scoffing in annoyance at this but what really shocked him was that Dr. Hataki looked shocked but as if he knew the Tangi Virus and how dangerous it was. Rome knew this meant he would have to keep a close eye on Dr. Hataki form here on out.

***

The following is back to the recording of Rio and Paris as they are watching over the quarantine patients. 

Rio: Okay looks like everyone is stable. 

Unknown: Good! Now let us out of here already!

Dr. Jordan: You know why we can't do that. 

Unknown: She literally just said we are all fine now!

Rio: I said the situation is stable. That doesn't mean your cured. Please just be patient while we run tests, I'm already running tests on you blood so-

Unknown: For crying out loud you're both insufferable! 

Paris: And you're not? 

Unknown: Hey! If you just let us back into our labs we could help. 

Rio: Doubtful.

Dr. Jordan: Okay you two really aren't helping by arguing with them okay! 

Paris: Are we supposed to be nice to them when they're being a bunch of idiots? 

Unknown: Hey, I'm a scientist you security guard loser! 

Paris: Yeah, your level of calmness and ability to pick out a good insult has made that clear. 

Unknown: You know what, I think you three wouldn't be acting so high and mighty if you didn't have those suits on.

Unknown: They're not wrong about you being unreasonable you know.

Everyone turned to the patient on the first bed in shock as he was actually defending Rio, Paris, and Dr. Jordan rather than his fellow scientists. 

Unknown: Oh, shut up, you're on your deathbed you know! 

Unknown: And that makes my opinion less than yours? 

Rio: Also, he's not going to die I just said he is stable. You know it's kinda sad he's suffering the worst side effects yet is making more sense than either of you.

Unknown: Don't go provoking them, love. They'll just get more unstable if you do. 

Rio: I know, it's just frustrating their supposed to be scientists but their acting like scared children. 

Unknown: People do stupid shit when their scared, it's just human nature try not to hate them too much for it. This area was supposed to be a safe haven for us scientists, yet we all got infected with some strange disease that Peter gave us. It's hard to stay calm even with this amazing medicine you gave me. 

Rio: You're going to be fine, I'm running tests now, even if I can't find a cure, I can at least find a treatment to suppress the virus long enough to find one. 

Unknown: Huh, I thought you were just a security girl, say maybe you deserve to have a position here once this is over. With you around we'll never have to worry about a contagion like this again. 

Rio: Nice offer but I can't my current job needs me more and is more aligned to my skills. I don't want to just research I want to keep fighting the good fight when I can. I'm just a researcher I'm also a soldier or I mean... Like a soldier. 

Unknown: Ah... No, I get it, any chance where you're working offers more scientific positions? 

Rio: We make exceptions for certain people but uh, how about we focus on getting you better first.  

Unknown: I'm in your hands love. 

Unknown: Oh nice by the way, flirting with a teenager!

Rio: teenager? I'm 34. 

Unknown: Wha-?! Bullshit! You sound nothing like a 30-year-old and your voice sounds like every high school actor ever! 

Dr. Jordan: As I already explained we are more than qualified to deal with the situation. Please have more faith in us.

Unknown: Yeah right, have faith in you? You haven't even come close to developing a cure yet! 

Paris: It's only been one day, since when has there ever been a cure made in one day to defend against a newly developed virus? 

Unknown: You know what?! I'm sick and tired of your back talk solider boy!

Paris: Because I'm right? 

Unknown: You think you're so smart, don't you?

Paris: Compared to you? Yeah, pretty much. 

The scientist huffed at Paris then walked over to one of the tables grabbed an empty syringe, filled it with air, and grabbed Dr. Jordan while holding it dangerously close to her neck. 

Unknown: Now I'm in charge! Let us out of here now! 

Dr. Jordan: You know we can't do that. 

Unknown: Then you're going to call someone who will. Or at least your soldier pals will, unless they want to see you die. 

Suddenly the scientist holding Dr. Jordan hostage screamed out in pain as he fell to the ground for Rio kicked him in the leg. The other scientist saw this and quickly tried to grab a scapple to defend herself, but Paris grabbed her arm to prevent her from moving. Rio then grabbed the first scientist and slowly restrained him to a bed. 

Unknown: Let me go! You're hurting me.

Paris: Not a chance. 

Unknown: Help! Someone help! He's going to assault me! 

Rio: Shut up! No one is going to fall for that. 

Dr. Jordan: Ah, please be careful with them though. 

Paris: Relax I'm just restraining her. 

Unknown: Aurgh! You people are monsters! We're going to tell the whole world about this once this is over! No one will ever trust the CDC again!

Dr. Jordan actually seemed afraid by that threat but Rio grabbed her shoulder in reassurance. 

Rio: It's like you said, the CDC has full jurisdiction here. If people really have a problem with us doing everything, we can to protect lives and preserve order, then they're the ones in the wrong. 

Dr. Jordan: ... I just hope we don't have to do more than what's necessary. 

***

With the situation mostly taken care of, Dr. Jordan, Dr. Farragut, Dr. Walker, Dr. Boyle, Dr. Hataki, Dubai, and Chicago met up while Paris, Rio, New York, Rome, Tokyo, and Berlin stayed stationed around the base to maintain order but also keep a look out for Peter and the sixth victim. 

Dr. Walker: Okay so from what I found out. Narvik-A is what killed those two people that were turned into... nothing. Peter is infected with Narvik-B which despite being a virus is able to control the host similar to a parasite. 

Chicago: Yeah, like how Toxoplasma gondii makes a rat lose its fear of cats so it can get eaten by them and the parasite will reproduce in the cat's intestine. But this version is not only a virus its able to reproduce itself in the throat and force the host to barf it all into a victim's mouth. No sacrifice of the host required. If anything, it's the ultimate infection for a virus. No downsides and all the benefits included. 

Dr. Jordan: A host of a virus with focused behavioral patterns? It's like the virus is turning the host the vector. 

Dr. Walker: Vectors on Steroids. I think the B strain rewires the brain to make the host the perfect contagion machine... Or perhaps like the Tangi Virus.

Chicago shuttered to which Dubai looked at him in shock but then disappointment. Dr. Farragut and Dr. Jordan noticed this with Dr. Farragut in particular glaring in disappointment. 

Dr. Farragut: What on earth is that?

Dr. Walker: That's what I'd like to know.

Dr. Walker turned to Chicago and soon everyone else did in confusion. Dubai looked at Chicago in disappointment and sighed before stepping forward to talk.

Dubai: ... You guys ever heard of the Tangipahoa infection at Cate's Crossing, Louisiana? 

Chicago and Dr. Boyle looked at Dubai in shock but said nothing as they couldn't. Dr. Farragut and the others just looked at them in confusion.

Dr. Farragut: How could I not, they called it the worst blunder of the CDC in modern history which is strange because despite hundreds of testimonies there's no evidence of it happening or that the CDC actually being involved. 

Dubai: Well... that's not entirely true.

Dr. Walker: No... No, that was all of YOU?

Dubai: Well not just us but yeah, now you know why you never heard of us until today. We're a part of a specialized and more secretive division within the CDC. 

Dr. Farragut: That should be impossible, the CDC reports to the US government. There's nothing higher than that.

Chicago: Seriously? You never heard of the UN?

All three doctors looked at one another in shock and confusion.

Dr. Jordan: The UN? 

Chicago: Yup, the United Nations themselves created our division of the CDC to handle more disastrous pathogens and viral threats that can hurt both America and even the world in the long run. Though of course there is the World Health Organization but the UN decided that there were some pathogens that the public didn't need to know about. Such pathogens could bring a lot of chaos not JUST from infection but the fact that people knew they were real, so it's all pretty hush, hush. 

Dubai: Which means we'll have to ask you all to keep quite after this situation is taken care of which it pretty much almost is. 

Dr. Hataki: Of course, I have no reason to want to make an enemy of the UN. You will have my full cooperation in remaining silent on this issue. 

Dubai: ... That actually brings up a major issue. The Tangi virus, as I explained earlier is a pathogen that is classified to a majority of the world. All I can say is, despite its anomalous nature, it was created naturally. This virus on the other hand is way too focused and sophisticated to be natural. Also, you did tell us that Peter was working on mutagens but there was no way he created this virus by accident. The question is... Why would he create this virus? Was he asked to by you? Did someone pay him to do it? Or did he actually have the bright idea that if he created a strong enough virus someone would eventually want to buy it on the black market? 

Dr. Farragut: Let's keep the theories grounded here, okay? Peter would never do something so stupid. 

Chicago: Sorry bro, but in our line of work familiar bonds don't mean shit in the long run. 

Dr. Farragut looked at Chicago with anger and disbelief while Chicago just smirked and shrugged at him. 

Dubai: Regardless! Dr. Hataki I need you to be honest with us now, why the hell did Peter create the Narvik and made one strain disintegrate the body and the other turn them into a vector zombie. 

Dr. Hataki: ... I'm afraid I can't say, I encourage my doctors to break the limits of science. but in Peter's case, he might have taken things too far, maybe it was greed or maybe the pure love for science. I'm afraid I simply have no answers.

Dubai: ... Whatever, Rio is continuing to run samples of the infected patients, maybe we can get more answers from there. 

Dubai and Chicago left the room and Dr. Boyle was about to follow but Dr. Farragut stopped her.

Dr. Farragut: Not so fast Doreen, you still owe me an explanation. How did you know those guys?

Dr. Boyle: ... Because I was supposed to be promoted to their ranks by the end of the year. 

Dr. Walker: They- They offered you a position? 

Dr. Boyle: Yeah, but uh, it's all hush-hush you know so, when I get the job, I'm supposed to tell you guys that I can't work at the CDC anymore and I'll just quit. In reality I'm going to work with them from that point on, I wasn't really supposed to tell you anyways, government contracts and all. 

Dr. Farragut: ... I'm still having a hard time believing this, but I am sorry I suspected something more sinister form you.

Dr. Boyle: It's alright Alan, we should probably get back to work though. I think this virus has given us enough surprises don't want to give it the change to give us more. 

Dr. Farragut: Of course, Doreen, and if Julia is right, we might be dealing with more than one variant even now. I want to believe that Peter made the Narvik-B strain by himself, but viruses aren't normally so easily controlled.

Everyone then quickly left the room to get back to their stations and continue working. 

***

The following is a recording of Paris who is outside of Dr. Hataki's office. 

Major Balleseros walked towards his office but then noticed Paris standing guard. Paris faced him then backed away to let him through. 

Major Balleseros: You're not with the CDC, are you?

Paris: ... You and I both know the CDC are not supposed to be here in the first place and yet here they are. This was supposed to be a simple clean up and yet now we have to babysit as well.

Major Balleseros: It was out of my hands; the signal came from here at arctic biosystems. I'm just here to clean up the mess.

Paris: Right, and you would have done a great job without us.

Major Balleseros: You're not really supposed to be here either. 

Paris: Yet here I am under orders, similar orders in fact. Clean up the mess. This virus isn't supposed to be public yet, the CDC now knows of its existence. One of my subordinates managed to keep the peace but who knows how long that will last. 

Major Balleseros: ... Well, in that case why don't you just tell your boss that the issue is too much to handle.

Paris: Tell THEM yourself, we both know you wouldn't have come here without a secure way to communicate. Though I doubt they'll be willing to acknowledge my existence. Maybe they'll tell you I'm a traitor and order you to kill me, I'm actually hoping that one will happen, makes things easier for me.

Major Balleseros looked at Paris shocked then sighed as he faced Dr. Hataki's door. 

Major Balleseros: ... If your here to evaluate me, don't bother. I have no intention of betraying Ilaria, I will get the situation under control, with or without your help. I understand you have your orders, but you can follow them while staying out of my way. 

Paris: Heh, it's not like healthy competition isn't aloud at Ilaria.

Major Balleseros scoffed and walked into Dr. Hataki's office, Paris sighed as he was glad he was able to trick Major Balleseros into thinking they were secretly on the same side. He wasn't as good at Psychological Manipulation as his husband was, but he still learned a thing or two. He made sure his recording device got all that info and would be sure to review it with the others later. 

Paris: Ilaria really is behind this huh? Guess we found another tail of Neo Umbrella, all that's left is for the head to show itself.

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End of Part 1

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Continue to Part 2

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SCP: HMF Tales Hub

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Official Redesigns

SCP-590-1 and SCP-590-2 [The Gemini of Life and Death]

SCP-590-1 (Represent Ladybug)

Cassidy is to be allowed access to a secure interview room equipped with basic divination tools upon request. However, all interactions must be supervised, and any anomalous activities are to be reported immediately. Under any circumstances, bring a item of high valuable (not only money, but meaning towards you or her)

Distinguished by her expertise in clairvoyance, Cassidy possesses a unique ability to perceive alternate future timelines. Unlike conventional clairvoyants who view a singular future, Cassidy can access divergent timelines, discerning potential outcomes and selecting the most favorable or unfavorable paths. It is crucial to note that Cassidy cannot alter established canon points in any timeline, ensuring the preservation of the primary reality.

To facilitate her clairvoyant practices, Cassidy is provided with an assortment of materials associated with fortune telling. This includes traditional divination tools such as tarot cards, and other culturally relevant instruments. These aids are essential for Cassidy to focus and channel her abilities, enhancing the precision and clarity of her visions. (Do not give her a crystal ball, she will smash it again your head)

The Foundation recognizes the significance of Cassidy's insights, as they offer valuable glimpses into alternate futures. Careful documentation and analysis of her predictions contribute to the understanding of anomalous occurrences and potential threats. As with any SCP, strict containment protocols are in place to manage and harness Cassidy 's abilities while mitigating any potential risks associated with her clairvoyant nature.

SCP-590-2 (Represent Beetle)

Theo exhibits advanced medical knowledge, particularly in the treatment of infectious diseases. Despite claiming to be a war doctor from the Civil War era, Theo shows no signs of physical aging. The medical techniques employed by Theo include both historically accurate methods and anomalous healing properties, seemingly defying the limitations of conventional medicine.

Theodore, colloquially known as "The War Doctor," possesses a unique set of anomalous abilities rooted in historical medical practices. While proficient in contemporary medicine and anomalous techniques, Theodore exhibits a distinct preference for utilizing archaic tools reminiscent of the Civil War era. This preference is evident in his medical interventions, where he employs traditional methods despite the availability of more modern alternatives.

Caution is advised when dealing with Theodore, as his anomalous capabilities can have severe consequences. When invoked, his body undergoes a transformation, melting into a viscous tar-like substance. This transformative process not only poses a direct threat to those in proximity but also introduces a variety of diseases into the affected individual's system. Additionally, Theodore has demonstrated the ability to manipulate this tar-like substance to trap or incapacitate subjects, often resorting to extreme measures such as severing his own limbs and trapping them within the tar puddle.

One particularly alarming facet of Theodore's abilities is his capacity to reanimate the deceased. Despite the inherent risks and ethical concerns associated with such actions, Theodore has shown the ability to bring individuals back to life. It is important to note that Theodore, himself, does not die; however, he requires an increased amount of tar to restore his physical form after each reanimation.

In a further display of his anomalous nature, Theodore can adopt a semi-liquid state, transforming into a mobile puddle of tar. This form allows him to navigate through narrow spaces and cracks, facilitating his movement between patients or locations with increased efficiency.

Given the potential hazards posed by Theodore's abilities, personnel are advised to exercise extreme caution and follow established containment protocols when engaging with him. Any attempts to exploit or manipulate his anomalous nature should be strictly prohibited, and his containment measures must be continually reassessed.

[11973]

Okie, same concept as last post (and if you haven't seen it, fair enough, think like a mega-corporation that's really nice and also public and has an SCP like division), but what I'm curious about this time is test subjects. How? I do want to adhere closer to the 'SCP' theme of this department, so keep in mind it's still the recruitment of death-row inmates as 'D-Class', though a different umbrella term is used ('Disposable Subjects for Testing' or DSTs) (omg I was so tempted to use Subjects for Limited Unorthodox Testing). With that said, this is still a benevolent entity. But how do you be benevolent and yet throw people knowingly at cosmic horrors beyond your imagination? Do you enstate a morally grey 'sins committed' system? Do you just be like 'fuck it' and declare that they were already dead anyway (still providing nice living areas for them)?

Enforcing such a thing can literally only be morally grey. You can argue this or that, but as long as you use anyone as disposable, it'll immediately be at most morally grey.

As always, I encourage to share your interperetation

Well

Here's my take on this:

(just googled enstate and uh..."Archaic form of instate"...love being called archaic by definitions. Not like I can argue against the dictionary, I suppose)

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BY ORDER OF THE HIGH SECURITY COUNCIL, THE FOLLOWING INFORMATION IS TO BE DECLASSIFIED.

Stated reason (on majority consensus): While releasing the following protocols may result in a PR scandal, it has been deemed against company policy to keep the information hidden. As specified under a recent amendment of the company policy under ethics: “Any and all actions with the express purpose or with the knowledgeable intention to severely hurt or kill another human being must be both approved with a 75% margin in the Department of Ethics and must also be fully disclosed to the public unless both the High Security Council and the Department of ethics both agree on a 75% majority that the actions taken may cause a security breach or cause harm to the outside world.”

Additional note from the Department of Ethics: We have already voted in favor of keeping this practice in a recent internal dispatch as well as keeping the following document classified on a 880/965 majority. The following has been disclosed as a universal consensus from the security council and we had advised against it.

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Recruiter’s guide for DSTs - Manual A (Summarized)

First unmodified version made in 1830

Security clearance: 0 (Declassified)

Subtitle: Ethics and Safety for handling DSTs

Additional note: Please see archive incident #386 {Clearance 3} for information on the original manual

Hey there recruiters! Please report to your CO for manual B onward. They have not been declassified so you won't see them here. To our civilian readers, DST is short for Disposable Subject for Testing.

(A lot of psychology, ethics, and safety instructions are cut from the summary. Please visit the full document for more)

Section A Summarized (Ethical recruiting):

As much as we are abusing their situation, recruiting death row inmates for DSTs is still a choice they make. If you do not wish to face the wrath of the ethics committee, do not lie about the position we are handing them. Many times DSTs simply go from dying one way to dying another way. Many times the death we give them is way worse. Except for the one bull thing. God, that thing is so painful.

When recruiting a DST, allow them the following luxuries:

Let them know that they very well could just immediately die after joining

Let them know that they will be subject to frequent mental health check ups

Let them know that they will be forced to follow orders or face penalties (degrees of which are subject to scrutiny to the Department of Containment and Termination)

Some ~flavor text~ is needed to recruit a DST, as is the case for any role, but they deserve to at least know the dangers of the position

Section B Summarized (The Contract):

Most of the time, should the DST accept, the contract will be signed by the government or the prison executing the prison. We can’t just up and steal them (I mean we can, but don’t tell [CLASSIFIED COUNTRY] that; we need our traumatized security guards). Still, go over the details of the contract with the DST (before signing if you can).

The contract differs from country to country, but the following are constants:

The signer recognizes that the responsibility to execute the death row inmate is now transferred to the GPC Department of Containment and Termination and agrees to no longer go after the inmate for as long as they are under GPC custody

The signer recognizes that there may be no body after testing is complete

The signer will receive x amount of money

The signer allows the inmate to have a GPC managed bank account and allows the inmate to earn an income

That's about it, really.

Section C Summarized (Safety):

It’s important to note that most death row inmates are not ‘chill’. Adhere to the safety guidelines when visiting prisons as provided by the prisons and note the following:

Death row inmates are there for a reason: Stay on edge recruiter

Don’t get too close to inmates

Always keep your eyes on inmates

Periodically check on inmate constraints

Don’t go to recruit inmates whose actions have affected you. Let others take the case.

Sometimes it’s just not worth it. If an inmate tries to attack you, don’t recruit them.

Stay safe

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The High-Security-Council asks for you to report inmates in jumpsuits lettered GPC-DST to the GPC emergency line. Thank you for your cooperation

[ask-carmenpondiego]

Chapter 18: The Devil in the Details

M paced around his room which was fairly sparse of furniture. He already burnt through a solid pack of cigarettes since returning from his test run of the chronoskimmer and was well into his second pack. He pulled out his phone and patched through to the main computer, 079 pulling its face up on the screen. “Oh wonderful. You managed to spread my reach to your tiny slip of a mobile device. Could you make it any more cramped in here?” M growled, “I will stuff your stuck up assface into an ipod shuffle or worse if you keep it up. I need to go over the schematics on where I went.” The ai sighed as if it had something pressing that it was being pulled away from. It didnt. 079 pulled up the data code from the testing, giving a strong impression of if it had a body, it would be checking a watch and tapping its foot. M poured over the info and triple checked the details. “Everything is fucking correct for this world’s info. What the fuck happened that lead to that?!” 079 swirled its hair into a turban and had images of fortune telling items around its face “You know, I would tell you but I’ll give a little trivia factoid instead: I actually cannot see into the future. I’m a computer, not a psychic. I don’t even have a clue on what you even saw.” Red letters spelling CANCELLED were stamped across the turbaned ai face before returning to normal, wiping away the letters with a digital rag. “Yer no fuckin help.” M tossed the phone onto his bed and opened his window, leaning on the sill. “Perhaps what you saw was not what you saw?” 079 called out, muffled since the screen was face down against the comforter. M’s tentacle reached over and set it upright. “Elaborate.” M looked over his shoulder at his phone. “What you saw in one perspective was perhaps not the full story and you may have missed some key points. Ultimately, time will only tell. Its unadvisable to return to a time that you already visited, much less a time where current you and other you occupy the same time space. Time paradoxes still exist, you know.” M hissed at it through gritted teeth, “Yes I know time paradoxes still fucking exist! But HOW do I fucking change the event if I don’t know what fucking causes it?!” The phone was silent for a moment, “I’m sorry, was that rhetorical? I can’t quite understand the fragile folly of organic semi-intelligent beings. You could just let it happen rather than attempt to fix it and possibly bring about the resulting event faster.” M hung his head and flicked the cigarette butt out the window, “How the hell do you figure that?”

“I don’t. Again, I’m just a computer. I don’t give one iota of interest in what you do. Anything you do is your own fault in itself. In your words: I don’t give a shit.”

M ran his dark hands through his orange hair, “I’m going to have to tell Red.. can I even tell Red?” He points to the phone accusingly, “You just had to tell me that any fucking action I take could make it fucking happen faster! Now I can’t even fucking warn anyone!” In a very bored flat tone, 079 replied, “Oh no. I warned you against possible consequences for your actions that may or may not happen. What ever shall I do?”

“Report this to the TVA director, this is exactly what they have been looking for.” A small time desk jockey was reading a print-out of the timeline, noticing a new unauthorized time jump. He handed the print-out to a passing official who nodded and took the file containing the report. A short trip down the hall the official knocked on the director’s door, and entered upon permission. The director reviewed the file and started dialing the phone next to them. On the other end, a gentleman in a dark grey suit answered, thick files littered his desk from the MIB, ACME, SCP Foundation, United Nations Global Occult Coalition (UNGOC), G.R.U. Division Psychotronics (GRU-P), Earth Protection Force (EPF), Department of External Security (DXS), Federal Bureau of Control (FBC), Federal Bureau of Intervention(FBI), Federal Investigation Bureau(FIB), Foundation for Law and Government(FLAG), International Affairs Agency(IAA), the Wander Society and various other Interpol including Canterlot Royal Guard and Equestria’s global protection unit, all involving Carmen Pondiego and her VILE team.

The gentleman added the Time Variance Authority (TVA) file to his stack. “I see and this new variance is the confirmed beginning to our little thief problem? Understood. …..No, no. We already have eyes and ears on the entire group…… Oh yes, we have our contingency plan all set and planted, we just need to knock that first domino to put a bit of pressure on the situation…. Yes, just keep an eye on that variance timeline and let me know of any further splits or deviance… No, no, Thank YOU, Director. May prosperity raine upon you. Good bye.” A second gentleman with an umbrella hanging on his arm by the hook, seemingly a lower rank, stood in front of him. “Sir? If it has been confirmed for the beginning of the situation, then shouldn’t we eliminate the entirety as soon as possible? I mean, look how many unnaturals she has under her power. The reports say she gains more within a year or so and so does her reach.” The man at the desk tidies up and stacks the files and sets them aside. “No. There is a small chance this is the one who will lose it all and becomes a regular citizen again. We need to see if this time skip triggers anything. We have the safeguards in place. They just need to have the nerve to do what is demanded of them if the time comes. For now, we wait and gather more evidence against this Carmen Pondiego and her VILE team.”

A small red jet circles and lands on a dusty dirt patch outside a fortress ruin on an island on a lake by the southside mountains of Siberia. The fortress, once called Por-Bazhyn, sat undisturbed for many a year, though it currently looked like it was all filled in with dirt. The jet opens to let out its passengers, a few agents and Carmen. They headed to the main entrance and stopped just shy of the opening. Carmen looks at the blueprints and looks at a smaller opening about three yards to the side, “This is where we would typically enter but there had been damage to the interior entranceway further in where it just gives us a dead end. We’ll need to divert to the servants entrance over there.”

Once inside, they descend multiple flights to underground caverns and tunnels. Using their map, the group makes their way through twists and mazes, finally getting to a small open room with a deep drop in the center, the other side of the room was a chest, the walls were rough chiseled and some carvings have been broken away by time. The drop was just large enough that even an olympic jumper could not simply jump across. There used to be a rope bridge but has since rotted away.

Carmen nodded to Kiros who sank his claws into the wall and tested the weight of the grip. He then scaled across the chasm, making slight hand and footholds with his claws and hooked a line at the halfway mark and continued to cross the rest of the way, securing the line with a large pillar. Carmen and Lekir hook up their harnesses and attached the safety line before following exactly where Kiros had set his claws. Slowly making their way across, the girls didnt dare look down, Ninoga, staying on the entrance side of the room, was able to look down and see sharp staligmites growing up from the bottom of the chasm. “Nothing like an old fashioned temple heist with deadly drop offs for hobbies, huh?” Carmen chuckled, breathing hard as she hasn’t rock climbed in quite a while. Lekir shook her head, “You and I have different views on hobbies, I swear..” Ninoga tilted his head, “I thought we were getting things for a cure for Waldo?”

“We are, I was just saying this harkens back to when I was doing this for fun.” Carmen clarified, reaching the ledge. Lekir followed close behind as Carmen opened her pack to grab the extra rope and harness sets. She walked to the chiseled out shelf that holds the chest and checks for traps before picking up the chest which was surprisingly light. She frowned as she placed it near the harness set she was going to wrap it in and looked at the lock. The remains of the lock were already breaking away in her gloved hand in a pile of rusty dust. Kiros peers over, “Whats wrong?” Carmen shakes her head, “Its lighter than I expected..” Lekir comes over, shining her flashlight over for extra light since the room was very dimly lit by their larger lights they brought. “Well, we know we aren’t looking for coins and jewels, maybe it only holds a jar or something?” Carmen wipes the dust off her glove with her pants and proceeds to open the chest. With a yelp from both girls, the chest snapped back with a large set of teeth and a tentacle like tongue. They managed to scramble back out of chomping range just in time to see a red electric bolt shoot the chest from the side, blasting it into the wall with a crunch. Ninoga had sent the blast and called over “You guys ok?! I didn’t hit you, did I?” Carmen was catching her breath as Lekir waved over, “We’re good! Thanks!” Kiros was picking the broken pieces of wood apart, finding some meaty bits. “Should we save some for M as a snack?” He chuckled. “He’s gonna be sour he missed out on this.” He searches a bit more before finding a small scroll. “Here, I found something in the deep center.” Carmen reached for it, inspecting the type of parchment. “This is hide… its a rabbit hide!” She laughed, “Its the rabbit in the chest! So this is already the next clue.. This is awesome. Let’s get this back to HQ so we can figure out the next stop.” The girls carefully made their way back across the wall, having the two dragon types as watchers in case one of them fell, they could hoist them back up easily. They both made it without incident, with Kiros packing away some of the meat before scaling the wall, taking up the equipment he had set for the safety line.

After packing up the climbing equipment, the team made their way out of the tunnels and chambers and back towards the jet. They were met by a small group of militarized officials standing between them and their escape ride. The officials carried old looking bladed weapons as well as rods and had armored horses. The horses suddenly charged at the Agents, making the four scatter. One of the officials threw what looked like a bolas towards Kiros to which Lekir slid in and deflected with an ice spear she created, sending the bolas right back at the official, making him fall off the horse. The horse was startled and started to run with the official’s leg still stuck in a stirrup. Ninoga sent two officials flying with a good tail swipe while the last had gotten off of his horse to fight Carmen with close hand to hand combat. That didnt last long since Kiros picked him up from behind, tossing him to the wall as Lekir sent a smear of ice to hold him there like glue. Carmen was only a little cut up but she confirmed with a smile, they still have the loot.

They all piled back into the jet and set off to HQ, a fifth official that held back out of sight had made a call, “They have escaped. We could not detain them. I am sorry but we have failed to secure the scroll…. Sir? Please we will not fail again.. please no!” The official started begging before dark green vivianite crystals rapidly grew and speared through his body at all angles, severing organs and leaving nothing but shreds of flesh and bones between the multitudes of shards.

When they returned, Carmen was holding her torn red coat and had some cuts on her arms and side. Wally rushed up to her and held her close, making her wince, “Oh my Light! I’m glad you’re ok! I heard over the coms you needed a med kit! Do you need a hospital?!” Carmen pried him off, chuckling, “Nothing I’m not used to. This is why we train. I just got a few scrapes from some bladed guards. I just need some antibacterial gel and gauze. Its nothing! I don’t think these will even scar up.” Lekir laughs, “She’s the squishy out of all of us technically!” She slaps Carmen’s plush ass as if to demonstrate her plushness. The mare blushes and sighs about needing to sew her fabric coat yet again.

Asta nudged Wally’s arm a bit and he perked up as he remembered. “Oh! While you were gone, I went ahead and got you something. They didn’t have your bright red but maybe you will like this darker scarlet shade.” He handed her a box to which she took to the dinner table. Opening it, she grinned and chuckled as she lifted a brand new leather coat, a sleeker, lighter weighted design and had custom pockets on the inner lining and in the sleeves. She tried it on, wincing slightly as she moved, but overall had it on and it had fit perfectly. It even had a split back where her tail was able to freely peek out. She popped the collar and laid it bad down with ease and stuck her hands in every pocket she could find. “This is beautiful!! Thank you so much!!” She wrapped her arms around Wally and kissed him deeply. “Asta helped me with the sizing. She had to raid your closet for the right size. Now sadly they didn’t have a hat to match, so its just the coat for now.” He confessed, but she chuckled and put her hat onto his head. “Hats can be another time. Those can be a tough find anyway. But this is wonderful, thank you…oh! We also have good news! The chest had the next clue in it so we can go right to the duck that will lead us to the eggs! We’re almost there! We almost have you cured!”

Wally’s smile fell a split second as a worried look flashed. “I’m sure we will before it gets too bad.” M hung back and watched everything like a hawk, looking for any sign of the cause of such hatred he had seen on future Carmen’s face. It bothered him more than he expected, he wanted to say he didn’t care much about any of this just like 079 clearly stated as its own opinion. What M did find was that he was more attached to the whole team but moreso Carmen. As they joked, one thing was right, the majority of the team could handle a bullet or two and heal the next day. But Carmen was full mortal flesh and blood, no special powers, she couldn’t even use regular unicorn magic. Yet she dove into dangerous situations all the time with no regard for her own safety, as if she were one of them regardless of all the planning she does to keep everyone safe during their missions. And that bothered him even more since his test run.

He watched as she patched herself up all carefree, he puffed on his cigarette as he broods. It gnawed at his thoughts, he severely wanted both to go back to the future to figure it out but knew 079 had a very glaring and valid point. He thought about slipping off to the mech lab to tinker a bit more on the pod, seeing if he can alter something so its just not a time machine. He needed a distraction and his previous conversation of traveling to other universes may prove to be just the right project to give him that distraction.

A distraction did come to him, just in the form he didn’t expect. Carmen’s waterbottle was clear glass, yet the liquid had the absolute faintest blue glow, easily missed by casual glances. Perhaps 079 was right with his perception. He just needed more proof. He slinked off towards Carmen’s office as she laughed and had happy conversations with the others. She opened the scroll and showed the others. “Lets see what this thing says.” She laid it out on the table next to the coat box and tilted her head. Everyone gathered around for a view. “Is it supposed to be mostly blank?” The hide was indeed mostly blank, the bottom had a mountain ridge and a river and sporadic spots on the upper part that were either ink or tiny holes burnt through with a few sketch lines dashed in going a single direction. Otherwise it was very blank.

“Perhaps its a type of morse code?” Kiros rubbed his chin, Asta shook her head, “No, that was invented in the Amareicas in the 1830’s. And its not cuneiform.. the holes almost look like star alignments yet I dont recognize the placements but the other dots aren’t stars.” Carmen looked up and saw that M wasn’t there. She excused herself and went to search for him, finding him in her office, searching drawers and shelves.

“M, what’s going on? You’ve barely been around and more moody than usual since working on the chronoskimmer.” She inquired, setting her bottle on her desk as he was searching underneath for hidden compartments. He peeked up with a glare and his eyes darted to the water bottle and back to her, “Nice, acting stupid and oblivious right to my fuckin face.” Carmen furrowed her brow and lowered her ears, “Excuse me? But I have absolutely no idea what the hell you are going on about and I deserve an explanation for your behavior!” He stands and leans on the desk between them and whips the bottle across the room, smashing it against the wall. “THAT is what is going on. You have been way too easy going when it comes to your own safety, your cycles have been more intense, your pain tolerance is way too fucking high for a normal fucking pony, and your water always has a familiar blue glow to it. You’ve been fucking microdosing that fucking zydrate this whole fucking time! Now tell me where the rest of it is so I can fucking destroy it, you fucking junkhead!” She snarled at him and slapped his face to which he snapped his hand out and gripped her hair, slamming her head to the desk, “Don’t you FUCKING act all offended. Now I don’t give a fuck what withdrawal you suffer. Tonight you get clean for good and you never get high again. If you don’t listen to me out of fuckin fear, then at least do the fuckin curtesy of telling my brother that your so called happiness is a fucking lie. Fuck knows he deserves to hear the fuckin truth.” He growled as she struggled against his grip on her head as he held her down. “I will NOT let you go down a drug bender and do something you fucking regret!” She blinks and stops struggling for a moment, “What did you say?” She asked. His voice had a hint of unusual worry that she had caught. “I said I will not let you..”

“Yeah I heard that but you sound like you know something I dont..” He lets her up and avoids looking at her both out of fury and confrontation. “I’m not telling you. You are not supposed to know.”

She rubbed her head and walked around the desk, gripping his arm to turn him towards her, “Fuck that, you don’t get to assault me, accuse me of being a brainless addict AND withhold important information from me! Now tell me what you know!” He growls and grips both her arms, squeezing one of the deep cuts by accident, making her yelp. “I FUCKING CAN’T.”

“Why the hell not?!”

“Because I don’t know what fucking causes it!”

“It can’t be that bad. We’ve dealt with pretty bad shit.”

He shakes her a bit, “I saw you fucking die, okay?! It’s that fucking bad!”

The color drains from her face and she steps back from his grip. “When.. how?”

He sighs and puts one hand on his hip, the other running through his hair stressfully. “Three years, shot in Times Square.”

She let the information sink in, both hands on her hips, looking at the floor. She sighs and nods after a few silent moments, “Okay. Luckily the future is not set in stone. Let’s ban Times Square from our destinations. I’ll secure those guns my sister gave as a gift into the vault, far back so its hard to get them. And I really wish you didn’t smash my water. That was the last of the zydrate I had and boy, I could sure use some after that bomb you just dropped.” She looked at him, all coldly somber and turned to walk out of her office and back to the rest of the team. “We need your help to crack the riddle on that hide we brought back. Clean up your mess and join us when you’re done. I’m going to ice this bump on my head now and pour myself a stiff drink.”

[wingedsublimeland]

SCP Foundation Secure Containment Procedures

Item #: SCP-18-X5-2 ("Able")

Object Class: Keter

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Special Containment Procedures:

SCP-18-X5-2 is housed in Containment Area 42 within a customized containment playpen designated SCP-18-X5-2-A. The playpen, constructed of reinforced reality-stabilizing materials, is designed to withstand SCP-18-X5-2’s anomalous outbursts.

Interaction with SCP-18-X5-2 is strictly limited to supervised sessions involving its parent, SCP-18-X5. Personnel assigned to SCP-18-X5-2 must have Level 3 clearance or higher and complete mandatory training in child psychology and handling anomalous entities.

Efforts to acclimate SCP-18-X5-2 to Foundation personnel have been suspended indefinitely following Incident 18-X5-2-B. All future behavioral and training initiatives must be authorized by SCP-18-X5.

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Description:

SCP-18-X5-2, also referred to as "Able," is the child of SCP-18-X5. Physically resembling a 5-year-old human, SCP-18-X5-2 possesses extreme strength, speed, and durability, as well as the ability to summon small, bladed weapons from localized dimensional rifts.

While SCP-18-X5-2 appears outwardly innocent, its temperament is volatile, and it has demonstrated violent tendencies during perceived slights or frustrations. Despite its destructive potential, SCP-18-X5-2 displays a strong bond with its parent, SCP-18-X5, and follows their authority without question.

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Behavioral Notes:

In an attempt to integrate SCP-18-X5-2 into Foundation operations, a series of supervised visits and training exercises were conducted with SCP personnel under the guidance of SCP-18-X5. The Foundation's goal was to familiarize SCP-18-X5-2 with staff and protocols, fostering cooperation for future assignments.

However, these efforts proved unsuccessful due to SCP-18-X5-2’s temperament. During initial sessions, SCP-18-X5-2 became combative, culminating in an incident where it critically injured multiple personnel after a staff member inadvertently upset it. SCP-18-X5 promptly intervened, neutralized SCP-18-X5-2’s rage with a single command, and confined it to SCP-18-X5-2-A for disciplinary measures.

SCP-18-X5 later remarked that attempts to “train” SCP-18-X5-2 are premature, citing the child’s developmental stage and rebellious nature.

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Abilities:

Superhuman Strength and Speed: SCP-18-X5-2 can lift objects exceeding 10 metric tons and move at speeds up to 100 km/h in short bursts.

Enhanced Durability: SCP-18-X5-2 is resistant to conventional firearms, blunt force trauma, and high temperatures.

Dimensional Weapon Generation: SCP-18-X5-2 can summon small, bladed weapons from localized spatial anomalies.

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Addendum 18-X5-2-A: Incident Report - Staff Familiarization Exercise

Date: ██/██/20██

Location: Site 42 Training Facility

During a supervised interaction between SCP-18-X5-2, its parent (SCP-18-X5), and Foundation staff, SCP-18-X5-2 became agitated when a junior researcher failed to address it directly during a group activity. SCP-18-X5-2 responded by summoning a bladed weapon and attacking the researcher, inflicting severe injuries before additional personnel intervened.

SCP-18-X5 entered the room and de-escalated the situation, physically removing SCP-18-X5-2 from the area and placing it in SCP-18-X5-2-A for an extended timeout. SCP-18-X5 was notably unfazed by the incident, remarking, “This is just part of raising kids like him.”

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Notes:

SCP-18-X5-2 is no longer permitted to participate in staff familiarization or training exercises without the direct supervision and approval of SCP-18-X5. Efforts to train SCP-18-X5-2 should be postponed until its emotional maturity improves.

Personnel are reminded to exercise extreme caution during interactions and to respect SCP-18-X5-2’s need for recognition and fairness to avoid triggering an outburst. Failure to adhere to these protocols may result in reassignment or disciplinary action.

SCP-18-X5-2’s containment remains under the jurisdiction of SCP-18-X5, who has demonstrated effective control and discipline over the entity.