#are we sure the scp foundation has an ethics committee.

[talesfromsiteredacted]

Random Things Dr. Cimmerian Said Asleep

Dr. Cimmerian is, first, typically a ray of sunshine. Second, he has a bad habit of dozing off while reviewing reports. And drooling on a few here and there. He does say some weird shit while asleep, I blame the copious amounts of coffee everybody consumes. Once more, without context!

"Peaches? With long pork? Pushing the boundaries of fine cannibal dining I see, Ferdinand. I'd suggest some shiraz or a nice zinfandel."

"Yoshi! Put down that D-Class right this instant! He's a very boring serial killer. The nice Chaos Insurgency guy next to him would taste better, not that we condone a humanitarian diet here."

"Dyo, honestly... the crinoline is outdated with good reason, namely it's too damned impractical. Stick to corsetry."

"Eighty kilos of gunpowder, twenty kilos of iron nails, a further twenty kilos of roofing tar? In her skirts? I've heard people say 'If I'm going to die, you're coming with me!' before, but... that's hard-core. No wonder they stopped burning witches after that. Woman was a massive legend, but not a witch. A REAL witch wouldn't need all that to make burning her a bad idea."

"Clef... your ex... Woman has an entire magazine warehouse of issues. And you put your junk in the crazy. Never. Sleep. With. The. Crazy."

"Dad? Why is the beer growing mushrooms?"

"AAAAAHHH! WHO THE UNHOLY HELLS GAVE 096 A FUCKING CLOWN SUIT!"

"Put down the cake knife and walk away, Dr. Bright. You knew when you asked Mabel for German chocolate what you're in for. Besides, you could just hit her with her own terrible cake. Not that O5 would condone that, of course."

"Uh... Ben? Is it me, or are the daisies staring us down?"

"We actually nailed jello to a tree once. Clef bet Kondraki $200 he could figure out how it's done. Benny almost ate his sword over that one. Turns out you can do it, provided you simply nail the unopened box to the tree."

"Cain, can you locate in the notes where anyone asked Dr. Matthieu for his opinion?" A pause. "Nowhere? Huh. As I thought. Thank you."

"Whomever said you couldn't herd cats never was at my Aunt Martha's house. All she had to do to herd cats was just touch the food bag, and every cat in her house came running."

"WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO FEED THAT POOR IDIOT TO 682? He's going to get an upset stomach."

"Uh... Agent Dimitriov? I think you might have forgotten part of your uniform. Aren't your knees cold?"

"Are you sure we can't just yeet him out of the airlock when no one's looking? Yes, I know the spaceship is on Earth still, but it's far enough off the ground for terminal velocity to become a factor. Just push him out of the vent."

"You hit the Scarlet King in the junk, with a hammer? And survived? Okay, Abel... I take it back. You're not just a Semetic badass, you're THE Semetic Badass."

"How? How in the hells did you manage to shoot yourself in the back with no one else around you in a sealed room? The fuck you mean, 'The Invisible Man has a gun?' Admit it, you had someone shoot you to get out of Peanut-sitting again, didn't you?"

"Coffee. Extra large, heavy on the cream and sugar. No, larger than that. Larger." A pause. "What do you mean, you don't sell by the gallon?"

"Dr. Gears. This is the SCP Foundation. Sarcasm and pessimism are practically survival mechanisms here. Give the kid a pass."

"NOOOO! COME ON, WHAT THE BLUE FUCK DID OREGON DO TO DESERVE LENNY? YOU UTTER BASTARDS!" In the middle of a meeting with the Ethics Committee, eyebrows were raised, and coffee spilled.

"Run."

"I, too, would rather be under the sea, in an octopuses garden in the shade. You thinking what I'm thinking, my dive brother? Right. Let's leave these landlubbers and go hang with the fishes."

"Funny, 035. First, we can't KEEP you dressed, now you're out here looking like a weird ass male version of Rogue from the X-Men. Malicious compliance is acceptable, I suppose."

"You keep making poultry explode, Alto. Perhaps your charming assistant should give you cooking lessons?"

"WHY IS EVERYTHING ON FIRE?!? AGAIN?"

"Screw the files! Don't let 999 burn! That little blob of joy is my only reason to live."

"That's it. Get me a team of ten really strong D-Class, a case of 100 mph tape, a tranquilizer gun fully loaded, the electric purple snow leopard furry suit in lost and found, and a camera. Let this be the last time anyone sees Bright butt in public."

"I'm not above blackmail and we both know it. Gimme. The. Pie."

"Simon? I think this might be above my skill level. Can you please get Dr. King to calm down?"

"I can't believe Agatha talked him into a mankini. Didn't need photo evidence though."

"WHO THE HELLS TAUGHT THE KETCHUP PUPPIES TO 'FETCH THE LEG'? Max? That's... honestly impressive. Pity about that guy from MC&D, though. He did have it coming, to be honest."

"You ran... the Bible... through the Clockworks? On "Very Fine". And, got basically over a thousand pages of 'Try not to be an asshole, mmmmkay?'. Experiment inconclusive. Run the 'Communist Manesfesto' through next, my accountant is curious."

"Why are you here? Basically, 343 likes a joke as much as the next person. Oh. You meant why are you in the Femur Breaker? Well, we gotta get 106 back in containment somehow. That's where you come in. For what it's worth, I'm sorry about this, you seem like a lovely fellow."

"They're just firing arrows at us. You have an SMG, shoot them back. Some MTF agent you are."

"He's dating THAT? I've seen less silicone in a RealDoll. And, better fashion sense, for that matter."

"Wait... hold the phone, Abel. You're older than Jesus, but never had a cannoli? Rabbit, my girl, this will not stand. Cannoli the man!" A brief pause. "I KNOW, RIGHT? Whomever invented the cannoli deserves a sainthood."

"Primitive and outdated concept on a crutch!" Preceded by a thump.

"New Bright List entry: 'Dr. Bright is no longer allowed to access the Cursed Clown Nose of Improbability under any circumstances. No, not even to prevent an XK Class Scenario.' Noted. This item #857, or 858? I lost track."

"WHAT kind of butter? Oh. I thought you said something altogether more horrifying."

"JULIAN, YOU ABSOLUTE WALNUT! You forgot Quinn's birthday. Of COURSE you're in trouble for it. I got you covered though. They're still into lemons and tea, right? You're golden. Lemon blossom tea set, courtesy of the fine folks of Etsy. Pay me back on Friday."

[foundationhq]

EMPLOYEE ID 3218-1004-3; 𝑆𝑀𝑂𝑂𝑇𝐻 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐴𝑇𝑂𝑅.

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 Gael Esai Tiul-Xol 𝐀𝐠𝐞 44 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫/𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 cis  man,  he/him 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 Oscar Isaac 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 closed

PROFILE.

Dependable and unwavering, [𝑆𝑀𝑂𝑂𝑇𝐻 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐴𝑇𝑂𝑅]’s recruitment to the Foundation could be considered a “happy accident.” Originally rescued from anomalous location [DATA EXPUNGED] during the initial exploration into SCP-████’s domain, he was initially stated to be terminated at the end of the mission — however, [𝑆𝑀𝑂𝑂𝑇𝐻 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐴𝑇𝑂𝑅] proved vital in containing the entity responsible for the phenomenon. In order to avoid potentially losing a valuable asset to the Foundation, the Ethics Committee decreed that he would be spared. In the years after this event, [𝑆𝑀𝑂𝑂𝑇𝐻 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐴𝑇𝑂𝑅] has proven himself to be invaluable and his appointment as the commander of MTF Chi-00 shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone. While he surely will be missed in “Law’s Left Hand,” it seemed only right that Themis should be given MTF Omega-1’s best blade. The Ethics Committee is certain that The Broken Scales of Themis will flourish under the steady guidance of this operative. Indeed, there are very few who represent the mission of the Ethics Committee as well as [𝑆𝑀𝑂𝑂𝑇𝐻 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐴𝑇𝑂𝑅], and even fewer who could say they have sacrificed as much as he has for the success of the Foundation. Though some of the research staff at Site-φ may feel uncomfortable seeing [𝑆𝑀𝑂𝑂𝑇𝐻 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐴𝑇𝑂𝑅]’s face after the Xerox Revision, we are certain his excellent interpersonal skills will ease any concerns that may arise. — Internal Memo from the Ethics Committee.

LAST ASSIGNMENT.

MTF  OMEGA-1;  Located  and  terminated  Director  [REDACTED],  Head  Researcher  [REDACTED],  and  General  [REDACTED]  after  a  data  breach  on  [DATE  REDACTED]  was  traced  back  to  them.  [𝑆𝑀𝑂𝑂𝑇𝐻  𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐴𝑇𝑂𝑅]  was  also  able  to  confirm  a  connection  between  this  breach  and  Group  of  Interest,  Anderson  Robotics.

INTERRELATIONS OF NOTE.

𝑂𝐿𝐷 𝑆𝑃𝑂𝑅𝑇. If the Ethics Committee had given you the option to select your teammates, 𝑂𝐿𝐷 𝑆𝑃𝑂𝑅𝑇 would have been at the top of the list. You wouldn’t say you two are anything close to friends — you’re barely acquaintances — but you know enough to admire his track record and diligence. Still, you’re surprised the Foundation willingly sent you their best dog and you’re ill-prepared for the awkwardness of holding his leash. The weirdness will hopefully go away once you’ve gotten to know him better. Hopefully.

𝑉𝐸𝐿𝑉𝐸𝑇 𝐺𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸. You’ve seen their type before and you’re not impressed. More importantly you refuse to be a stepping stone for anyone more interested in climbing the corporate ladder than staying true to the core values of the Foundation. If the Committee wants you to put 𝑉𝐸𝐿𝑉𝐸𝑇 𝐺𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸 in their place, they don’t have to ask you twice.

𝐾𝐼𝑁𝐺'𝑆 𝐺𝐴𝑀𝐵𝐼𝑇. There was a second after Site-φ Director Buckley Osterholz handed you 𝐾𝐼𝑁𝐺'𝑆 𝐺𝐴𝑀𝐵𝐼𝑇’s photo where you thought a new kill command had come down directly from the Ethics Committee. You’re not sure if you’re relieved that you were mistaken or are just waiting for the other shoe to drop. You wonder if the feeling is mutual.

𝑅𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑅𝑆𝐸 𝐸𝑁𝐺𝐼𝑁𝐸𝐸𝑅. Another familiar face, but one you’re less uneasy about encountering again. However, you’re certain the same can’t be said for them — because while you haven’t seen them in person since the final development stages of the Xerox Revision, they’ve certainly seen yours enough to be sick of it.

[earth-b0y]

What are the different areas/disciplines that your council has?

Oh, this is going to take a bit o3o

One/Founder: Doesn't have an official department, per se, but his role is to make sure all of us are doing what we need to be doing. He's our leader, more or less.

Two/The Gardener: It's the Head of Anomalous Research Department, which includes both the research and containment of anomalies. Her primary focus shifts between the two every so often.

Three/The Philosopher Scientist: Ze is in charge of Amnestics, primarily, but also the Psychology Department. Ze has a hand in internal PR, as well.

Four/The Ambassador: Four is our ambassador; he speaks with heads of state and high profile GOIs.

Five/Blackbird: He (mirror pronouns) is the Head of the Department of Paranormal Organisation Review, which records and monitors the Foundation's GOIs. This differs from Four's role but has a little bit of overlap, as he also does some external PR.

Six/Dogwood: Head of Security, also highest in command of the MTFs (save for the Ethics Committee's)

Seven/Teeth: Handles godly and extraplanar affairs

Eight/Magnolia: She is in charge of the D-Class program, and they're also the Head of the Foundation Department of Education

Nine/Out of Place: Head of Research and Development. Differs from Two, as this involves technological development outside of containment procedures.

Ten/The Archivist: Head of Recordkeeping

Eleven/The Father of Lies/[REDACTED]: Head of Disinformation and something else I apparently can't share.

Twelve/The Accountant: Our accountant, handles finances.

Thirteen/Death: Um... she's the Grim Reaper? She's our tiebreaker!

Thirteen-ii: Basically our virtual assistant

Fourteen/The Creator: I'm the Head of Anomalous Welfare. I help develop surveillance technologies and work to improve the physical and mental well-being of SCPs. I'm also the one that handles communication between The Council and [REDACTED].

[essophysics-enjoyer]

information

canons: site-17 deepwell, no return/from 120’s archives. third law to a lesser extent, mostly for thaumaturgy meta.

this blog is themed as site-17 because she’s where the essophysics department sits, though i don’t hold articles in the realm of 4755 to be canon, or anything else that conflicts with the Impasse and onwards. thomas graham is a bastard pass it on.

i click out of any article that discusses a*ron siegel in any capacity, sorry (i have nothing against him as a character lmao its just Memories). i also block anyone whose blog features him a great deal, again i’ve got nothing against you. i pretend the guy in ralliston’s proposal is named something else.

i don’t do senior staff except for anybody who plays a major role in vanguard. they’re fine i just don’t find them interesting.

the SCP number for personifs is NOT 10985.

this is separate from the thing i was doing with @/imadewritingmyjob for hopefully obvious reasons. the thing that sucks is that i did a good job the first time (barring the omegaverse au which was a legitimate crime committed against me) so a lot is going to look the same.

otp tags (will likely be expanded):

foundation x goc—a common interest

ethics committee x raisa—the eye of the law

thomas graham x site-17—with the push of a button

(no directors and their sitespirits are NOT supposed to be fucking but it’s thomas graham. who im pretty sure goes out of his way to not follow ethics codes.)

glossary of terms:

SCP SPECIFIC

first hytoth: the ortothan concept as on the wiki; the personif number was 10985 during it, but nobody in the second hytoth in-universe knows that.

PERSONIF GEN

nationalism: crack for countryspirits.

nationalist: a person with a personif kink. not all people with personif kinks are nationalists.

personif: exclusively human-used shortening of personification that i use for ease of typing. i invented it, so anyone else who you see using the term is probably a friend.

personiftranslation: when i personify something.

avatar: in-universe term that is basically the equivalent of personif. i got it and a lot of other stuff from The City We Became by NK Jemisin.

OPC: original personif character, as in i made both them and what they personify.

ODAC: original demiavatar character. explained further down.

ceremonial avatocracy: a mode of government in which the personif is the ceremonial head of state.

true avatocracy: a mode of government in which the personif actually runs herself. democracy is the closest viable system that is not anarchy that we’ve found so far. i think communism was eventually supposed to transition into it. any system that believes personifs are capable of surviving without caretakers has the goal of true avatocracy.

exchange: the process by which a personif feeds herself and maintains an ideally symbiotic relationship with her humans. community service feeds the personif; gaining the hours that you need to pass high school and presumably the feelings of satisfaction are what the personif gives back. our ability to identify with people we don’t know personally is the result of personif exchange. generally, actions are humans feeding the personif, and feelings are the personif feeding the human. the feelings behind the actions still determine how nourishing the action is, though.

(nation-) whisperer/demipersonif/demiavatar: all children of personifs, adopted and biological, who aren’t personifs themselves. can be produced as long as one parent is a personif, or another whisperer.

demanifestation: what personifs do when they’re not getting enough exchange. the avatar—the personif as we see her—is only the way the consciousness/true body of the place/people communicates with the world, and it takes energy derived from exchange to maintain.

OTJ: Old Triumvirate Jurisdiction. any personif who isn’t primarily based in the Internet.

NTJ: New Triumvirate Jurisdiction. personifs who are primarily based in the Internet.

STJ: Shadow Triumvirate Jurisdiction. any personif of a fictional group of people.

Internet: the space metaphorically/literally (it depends where you’re standing) inside the Fourth Wall. perfectly in between Reality and Fiction.

Fourth Wall: everyone’s brains, in the most literal sense.

Reality: the side of the Fourth Wall our bodies live in.

Fiction: the side of the Fourth Wall everything not-real we think of lives in, and Guardians.

Guardians: our avatars in Fiction; souls, if you will. they’re personifs of each of us and some of them help keep the creatures where they belong. some of them also manage personifs.

Nao: my Guardian avatar. they help manage personifs.

[hisclockworkservants]

Speaking of TMA and SCP, I actually have this super specific crossover idea that's supposed to be dark office comedy??? This probably require some Foundation lore knowledge. It's really weird and probably doesn't fit into the lore of either but oh well, there's no canon in SCP so XD

Anyways it's set in Foundationverse, the Fears are there but they are like, just one fish among all the other fishes, just some not super speical eldritch horror.

Elias still tries to use Jon to bring the Eye into the world, not sure how it went exactly, but the Eye did not break through, and let's say Jon get Pupil level powers (again, not that special when there's other supernatural stuff out there), and he managed to destroy the Magnus Institute and Jonah.

Jon now runs into the problem of having to feed on people, which he doesn't want to do. He managed to Know about the Foundation so he decided to turn himself in, fully expecting the Foundation to lock him up and just occasionally drop someone for him to feed on, or even strave him.

And this is where the comedy comes in I guess, because Foundation actually finds his power super useful in getting information and interrogating people. So Jon actually finds himself very well fed. And O5s are like... you turned yourself in and is cooperative and useful... what if... we make you just work for us and we don't pay you because you are not an employee :) So Jon get some sort of research position as a front. (I mean they do employ anomalies in some canons so XD)

The O5 are also actually super into the idea of connecting Jon's powers to computers so they can very conveniently monitor the world and maybe use an AI to interpret all the info so it's more efficient. (There are something similar in some canons.) And they are like, you know, we had a lot of issues of projects like this where the researchers just run the anomaly into the ground and eventually creating whole disasters... what if we just put him in charge of himself and just send someone to monitor him. Surely he would know his limits :)

So they just promote him to site director or something and ask him to run this project, trying to connect his powers to computers. And they send Daisy to monitor him. Oh and no pressure doing all the work while trying to run the site while trying to keeping up the facade of being totally not SCP :)

Introducing the cast:

Jon, eldritch horror who did not expect a job in the Foundation, well-fed but stressed all the time. Dasiy, worked for the O5s, was probably in Red Right Hand or something, sent to make sure Jon stay loyal. The cover is that she is Jon's security. Martin, the Ethics Committee liason. He is investigating the project Jon is working on because O5's projects are shady. People doesn't take him seriously (Jon does because eye powers), but he actually has a lot of power because Ethics Committee. (Was later informed of the project and then start to help Jon with it.) Basira, knows Dasiy from her pre Red Right Hand days. Sasha, senior research who really thought she was going to be the next site director. Tim, researcher. Not sure how to bright Melanie and Georgie in.

And that's the office comedy set up in Foundation with Jon as the stressed boss and also eldritch horror :) The confict would be Jon trying to hide his nature and various people just trying to pry info about him or the project. I do not know how the comedy would ensue tho XD

[possiblyhomer]

End term exams are next week, I have a Secret Santa gift to finish and about 6 separate WIPs that needs to be worked on. Yet my brain chose to not focus on ANY of that and decided to give me dad!Cain brainrot instead.

Enjoy the drabble.

"It's the 10th time this year someone's tried to break it out of containment. We have to do something to stop this before it becomes even more of a problem."

"What do you suggest we do then? We're powerful, but not powerful enough to control how people feel. The fact that she's an innocent child subjected to cruel experiments makes her that much more sympathetic."

"Let robots take care of it then."

"We're cold, not cruel, remember? Plus, I doubt the ethics committee would just let that happen."

"Not to mention, the kid might become uncooperative if we do that. And considerating it can connect to the foundation's database without much trouble, I'd rather deal with the occasional rouge employees than that."

"How about we put someone who can't leave to take care of her then?"

"... Elaborate."

"I'm saying we let SCP 073 take care of 191. It wouldn't matter if a familiar bond forms if he can't leave."

It's been a day or two since that nice doctor took her out for a walk outside, he hasn't showed up after that day. It's always like that. Whenever a doctor becomes close to her, she'd never get to see them for long after. She must've done something wrong.

SCP-191 made a mental note to ask the doctors what she did wrong as the door slides open. She didn't recognize the person behind it, but that was par for the course. This man was a bit stranger than most though, there was something drawn on his forehead.

"Hello, my name is Cain, I will be your primary caretaker from now on. Nice to meet you, 191." The man smiled.

The cyborg child shied away, he seemed to be a nice person, so she didn't want him to get in trouble because of her.

The man didn't seem to understand though, because he still approached her and knelt down so he was as tall as her.

"It's okay little one, you don't have to worry." He said, removing his long gloves to reveal his metallic arms. "See? I'm just like you, I even have my own SCP designation!" He held out one of his hands to her and showed her his ID card, which had his picture above "SCP-073/Senior Researcher Cain."

The girl looked at the ID card, then at the outstretched arm, and finally at Cain himself before pulling up a hand-held monitor.

"Did someone hurt you too?"

It read, while 191 gestured to his cybernetic limbs.

"Perhaps, but I cannot remember, but I can, however, say for certain that nobody is going to hurt either of us from now on." He patted her head gently. "I'll make sure of it."

Only a few week has passed since Cain was assigned SCP-191 and already, his office was filled with dad-themed items from his colleagues. Some were there as a joke, but some were genuine. He didn't mind them at first, he was just happy that the girl was happy, but when some of the researchers told him how the cyborg child also saw him as a father figure, the Wanderer took it upon himself to fulfill that role as best as possible...and he didn't just fulfill it, he overfilled it

...

...

...

The two ancient humans sat silently across from each other, for a while, the only movements were their eyes blinking and the rise and fall of their breathing. Finally, the woman sighed and spoke up.

"Look, Cain, I know you're just being protective of her, and there's nothing wrong with that, but you're still seen as a SCiP, you have to be more careful with what you do, I can only overlook so much before I'm forced to issue disciplinary action against you, you know."

"I simply put the researcher in a closet with one of director Bright's backup bodies, it was just meant to teach him a lesson, and no harm was done." Cain replied calmly. "At least not physically." He kept that part out.

"You didn't just lock him up with Bright's backup body. You locked him up with a brain dead body and poured green slime on it, from a tub you labeled "447". He's still recovering in the pshyc ward as we speak!"

"But mother, you know I can't just leave that researcher be after he treated Edan so poorly."

O5-1:Eve raised a brow and tilted her head. "Edan?"

"Why yes, 191 told me she felt she didn't deserve a proper name, so I gave her one that would remind her just how perfect she is to me." He smiled.

Eve managed to stop herself from aw-ing out loud, but couldn't stop herself from softening when she heard that. "You've grown into such a wonderful person, I am so proud of you my child." She sighed. "I really need to be stricter on you. Where is she by the way? Edan I mean."

"She's with Leora and the other children of the site, they're having a tea party in the cafeteria. Able is watching over them so they should be safe."

"Come to think of it, you've become more than just Edan's father figure, it seems that all of the children here see you as their father now, Able's been embracing his role as uncle shockingly well too."

The wanderer chuckled. "Yes he has, the kids love it when he gives them a ride around the site on his shoulders especially!"

O5-1 smiled, then pulled out an envelope and gave it to Cain. "I have some more work to attend to now, here are your new assignments as a researcher. Please try to not traumatize people too much next time alright?" She said, before exiting his office.

Cain waved her goodbye, then opened the envelope, read it, then looked at the various drawings Edan and the others drew for him, then at the mug with "Robo-dad" painted on it(that one was courtesy of doctor Rights), then back at the drawings and the documents, and then he smiled.

The Father of SCiPs took a mobile reality anchor with him and headed to the cafeteria. He didn't want to ruin the tea party, but he couldn't wait to tell his children the good news.

[runehope]

ok it’s time for Opinions time. its only under a cut bcs its long not because i have shame

Basic gist: Is the SCP Foundation Evil?

anyways the SCP Foundation is evil and if you think otherwise you’re either a complete bootlicker or haven’t really given it much thought

EXHIBIT A: FUCKING GODDAMN SCP-105. She is a /teenager/ that they locked in a box for years, and let her out just to throw her into active combat and highly dangerous areas. i’m pretty sure they make her do that when she is still a teenager in fact. now she was written in the earlier years of the wiki, so the climate has changed a lot - but i think that proves my point harder, that the foundation was always evil from the start. Iris alone is enough to label the Foundation as completely evil, but we’ll keep going,

EXHIBIT B: whatever the fuck was happening with Gears and Iceberg. what the fuck. are you kidding me

EXHIBIT C: THE ENTIRE CONCEPT OF D-CLASS. HELLO. let’s give a pared-down definition here “Class D personnel are expendable personnel used to handle extremely hazardous anomalies and [...] typically from the ranks of prison inmates convicted of violent crimes, especially those on death row. [They can be from] other sources, such as political prisoners, refugee populations, and other civilian sources that can be transferred into Foundation custody under plausibly deniable circumstances. Class D personnel are to be given [...] an amnestic of at least Class B strength or terminated at the end of the month [...] In the event of a catastrophic site event, Class D personnel are to be terminated immediately”

HI. WHAT THE FUCK???? where’s your precious Ethics Committee now. i know they do need expendables to throw at monsters, i get it, but EVEN IF D-classes were /only/ death row prisoners, i still would not approve of this. cruel and unusual punishment. the reason the Foundation keeps quite isn’t to preserve the Veil, it’s because if anyone found out they were doing this shit to prisoners they would get smacked to the center of the fucking Earth with the Constitutional violations. holy shit, could you imagine being a refugee or a homeless person and getting fed to goddamn 682????

(this is also why i focus so much on D-Class in my writing because it’s so fucked up and no one talks about it)

EXHIBIT D: Amnestics as a concept. They hand those bitches out like candy. What the fuck dude, it is absolutely bonkers to have a Foundation be like, “yes we prize intellectual people here, like 90% of our employees are people with PhDs, we have top-notch scientists here studying in-depth theoretical magic shit. also please blast your brain every time you even THINK about looking at a document. i’ll stomp you to death with my hooves” like that cannot be healthy. how the fuck are they gonna be smart for you if you keep brain-blasting them. also their use on civilians is unethical, full stop.

EXHIBIT E: invented by 4chan

EXHIBIT F: literally any random article you can find probably has something fucked up going on re: ethics, autonomy and containment. uhhh 053, 054, 085, 317, 1730, 226-D,  the reason the chaos insurgency exists, literally any Tale about ex-Foundies, the list goes on. it fucks people up, anomalous or not.

obviously, some of the shit they have contained needs to stay contained, so it doesn’t kill people. but i really don’t think the Foundation are the people that need to be doing that, not with their broad strokes Contain Everything Even Slightly Weird mentality. like, does that toaster that makes you speak about it in first person really need to be contained? it’s a funny article, really, but Contained? it’s a fucking toaster. that’s pure insanity. not to mention all the other Actually Nice anomalous creatures i’m forgetting to mention because there’s over 5000 articles,

anyways GAW is the only good anomalous group out there fighting the good fight. dr. wondertainment is fine and the colleges barely count. fuck the Veil let it drop as long as we get these fuckin, containment fetishists out of power

tl;dr “my wife SCP Foundation is a bitch evil and i love her so much”

also of note: i AM in fact an anarcho-socialist so of COURSE i don’t like a government agency/pseudo-government corporation keeping secrets and hiding shit. are you goddamn kidding me. free the people

[let-them-eat-rakes]

RED REALITY (part 1)

(my longest post yet.)

Item #: SCP-3001

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: To prevent further accidental entries into SCP-3001, all Foundation reality-bending technology will be upgraded/modified with multiple newly developed safeguards to prevent Class-C "Broken Entry" Wormhole creation. While knowledge of SCP-3001 is available to personnel of any level should they wish to learn about it, research and experimentation with SCP-3001 and its associated technology is strictly limited to personnel of Level 3 and above, with special clearance designation granted from Sites 120, 121, 124, and 133.

Description: SCP-3001 is a hypothesized paradoxical parallel/pocket "non-dimension" accessible through the creation of a momentary Class-C "Broken Entry" Wormhole.(1) While believed to be an infinitely extending parallel universe, SCP-3001 is almost completely devoid of any matter and has an extremely low Hume Level of 0.032,(2) contradicting Kejel's Laws of Reality with the relation between Humes and spacetime. This phenomenon causes matter inside it to decay at an extremely low rate, and damage that would otherwise prove fatal does not impede any biological/electronic function; simulations suggest an organism can lose more than 70% of their body's tissue and still operate normally, as long as at least 40% of the brain remains. However, prolonged exposure will cause said matter to gradually approach SCP-3001's own Hume Level, resulting in severe tissue/structural damage as the matter's own Hume Field begins to disintegrate.

SCP-3001 was initially discovered on January 2, 2000, at Site-120, a facility dedicated to testing and containing reality-bending technology. Dr. Robert Scranton and his wife Dr. Anna Lang were Head Researchers at Site-120, and were developing an experimental device, called the "Lang-Scranton Stabilizer" (LSS).(3) Dr. Scranton was transported to SCP-3001 after unexpected seismic activity damaged several active LSS in Site-120 Reality Lab A.

Initially presumed dead, Dr. Scranton has survived in SCP-3001 for at least five years, 11 months, and 21 days. During this time, he was able to record his experiences and observations within SCP-3001 through a somehow still functioning LSS control panel, which was also brought into SCP-3001 with him through the Class-C "Broken Entry" Wormhole. These recordings were later recovered upon the panel's sudden return, an unexpected side effect from testing improved reality-bending technology; these logs are the basis of SCP-3001 study. Despite new technologies being developed, retrieval and re-integration of Dr. Scranton has been unsuccessful. His current physical and mental states, if he is still alive, are unknown. [Further information on Dr. Scranton's possible retrieval is under Ethics Committee review.] Transcripts of Dr. Scranton's logs are below.

[No discernible/coherent dialogue can be heard from Dr. Scranton for the first eight days. He cycles through periods of panic, confusion, and anger throughout, and it seems he was attempting to navigate SCP-3001 to find a way out. He finally moved close enough to the recording log on the eleventh day, though did not notice it was operating for several more hours.]

…

Name, Robert Scranton. Age, 39. Birthday, September 19, 1961.

Favorite color, blue.

Favorite song, "Living on a Prayer."

Wife… Anna…

Anna…

Name, Robert Scranton. Age, 39. Birthday, September 19, 1961.

Favorite color, blue.

Favorite song, "Living on a Prayer."

Wife, Anna. She has green eyes. I love her very much.

Name, Robert Scranton. Age, 39. Birthday, September 19, 1961.

Favorite color, blue.

Height, 178 cm.

Weight, 85 kg.

Wife, Anna. Anna, I'm sorry.

Name, Robert Scranton. Age, 39. Birthday, September 19, 1961.

Favorite color, blue.

My wife's name is Anna. We got married August 12, 1991.

I hope she got out okay.

Please let her be all right, please let her be all right.

Robert, Scranton. 39. Anna, blue, wife. Please… please, God, please…

Anna… Anna… Anna bo banna… Anna bo banna…

What the… what the hell is that? [It is assumed at this point Dr. Scranton noticed the flashing light of the recording module.]

What the fuck, this thing's actually recording?

[Metallic clang heard.]

[Voice is highly agitated and panicked.] My name, is Robert Scranton. Yeah, yeah, my name, is Robert Scranton, former researcher at Foundation Site-120. It has been… I don't know, actually, I… I can't remember. I… I estimate it's been ten days, but, I-I-I don't, I can't… Oh God, can anyone hear me?! I-I-I don't know what's happened, I-I don't know where I am, and-and, please, please is anyone there?! Hello?! Anyone?! ANYONE?!

No one can hear me. Oh God, oh God, oh God. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK.

Why the hell is this thing even working, it can't be working, it SHOULDN'T be working, so what the hell?! I need to — God, I need to, I need to… see, how… long can I talk here, I think there's a-a-a cap or something on the recording log, and I-I-I can't see anything, I can only see the red light blinking on and off, I can't see any of the switches next to it…

I'm really hungry.

Thirsty, too. I think I should be dead from dehydration by now, but… I don't know.

Hi, little red light. Can you talk to me? Can you talk to… Anna, for me? Hello?

I found the controls.

Two weeks, three days, forty-seven hours, and fifty-eight minutes.

Two weeks, three days, forty-seven hours, and fifty-eight minutes.

Two weeks, three days, seven hours, and fifty-eight minutes.

Two weeks, three days, seven hours, and fifty-eight minutes.

Oh… Jesus.

ERROR WITH PLAYBACK, ERROR WITH PLAYBACK. ERROR WITH PLAYBACK.

Wherever the hell I am, I'm pretty sure now that… I don't need to eat to stay alive. It hurts… a lot, but… at this point I don't think I'm gonna die… So… I'm gonna… I'm gonna take my time… I guess. I… Maybe some sort of miracle will happen and I'll get out. Heh. Keep dreaming, Robert. Yeah, I'm… I'm tired, I'm gonna sleep.

Three weeks, four days, nineteen hours.

I have a picture of Anna in my pocket. I almost forgot. Little red light, let me see her face, please? Just a little bit, I just… I just want to see her a bit.

Hi, Anna, I'm still here, I'm still here. I'm coming back, okay?

Two months, four days, three hours.

… Hi. Robert here. Yeah, I-I haven't really recorded much to hear in the past few weeks. Ha. Hahahaha… Hahaha… huh… huh…

Sorry, gotta keep it together. Breathe.

I've been… I've been busy. Trying to learn more about the place I'm in. My prison. My kingdom all my own. Heh, King Robert. God, I stink. Is there even air in this goddamn place? Stinky King Robert, king of GODDAMN NOTHING FUCK.

…Sorry, sorry. I, I gotta keep this professional. I'll… I'll come back when I'm feeling rested.

… Okay, here goes. [Inhales then exhales deeply.]

My name is… Robert Scranton. I am a former Head Researcher of Site… 120, a Foundation facility dedicated to studying various reality-bending SCPs, for the purpose of developing more advanced countermeasures towards such threats.

For the last… red light, speak to me,

Two months, eight days, sixteen hours.

What red light said. I have been trapped in what I believe to be an empty pocket dimension. Alone. Yeah… alone. All alone.

I'm calling this place SCP… I don't know, I can't remember where we are, screw it. I don't know what's happened in the past… red light, please, again.

Two months, eight days, sixteen hours.

But… no one else is around to argue, and at this point… I'm just talking into this control panel to keep myself together. I… I need to keep a record. There might be some poor bastard in the future who ends up like me, and… if this ever actually makes it out… maybe, maybe I can help stop that from happening. That's all I have going for me right now, and I really need something to go for, hahahaha…

…So, yeah, Robert… Scranton… documenting a new SCP for… future research purposes. That'll have to do. Here we go!

- Close.

…

Two months, eleven days, ten hours.

Item number, SCP I don't fucking care.

Object Class, Euclid, I guess, but I don't know, I might update this in time. I need to explore more.

Special Containment Procedures, god I sound so much like a shrink right now… Um… I don't know if we could… contain wherever I am. It's… definitely not on Earth. To be honest I don't know where it is. I… I think it has do something with the Stabilizer prototype… I'll explain that more later. Okay… um… yeah, wherever I am, I don't think it can be contained much as… created. No, no, that's not the word I'm looking for. Um… entered. Yeah, entered is better. I came into this place because of some really bad reality-bending accident and… no, no, Robert, don't be like that yet, you don't know if there's no exit yet. Ooooh… livin' on a prayer… halfway… there. Ahem.

Two months, eleven days, eighteen hours.

So… wait, no, Description, Robert, stick to the format… This place… It's some sort of reality gap, I think. It's dark. Really dark. As in, this little red light that shows my words are actually being recorded is the only visible light in this entire place. I can't see my hands, and I can barely see the control panel here. I've had to basically use the light as a center, and remember how many steps I take and in which direction. I haven't gone past a hundred yet. I'm too… I'm too scared to. Heh. I wonder if my hair is turning white, right now? I can't even see what color it is anymore. Speaking of which, my head has been a bit itchy recently. If I don't concentrate on it, it's fine, but I feel this… tingling all over my face. I'm not sure why.

Two months, fifteen days, four hours.

Okay… hoooo… I-I need to relax for a minute, Jesus, god, shit. Holy… shit, shit, shit… I… just discovered a new property of this place. All this time, I've been thinking I might be walking on… some sort of… flat ground, if you will. I kept eye contact with little red as far as I could see, and it seems I could walk in a straight, flat path. Jesus, my head is buzzing right now, I think the adrenaline is still kicking… But, if my hypothesis is correct, and this really is some sort of reality… void, then there shouldn't be anything to walk on. Now that I think about, the whole time I've been in here, it's felt like… I'm walking, but I'm also swimming through something. And this something is thick, and form-fitting, it has this… pressure, which I know isn't the correct term, but goddamn it, this place makes no damn sense and I'm doing my best to understand it, okay?!

God… Sorry.

So, the best analogy I can come up with is… it's like I'm walking through really thick black gel. There's enough tension to keep me on a… "surface", but if I… imagine myself pressing down hard enough, I can descend. Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, I think… I think I need to test this more, I'll be back.

Two months, seventeen days, two hours.

Navigation is largely affected by… conscious impulses to travel in a certain direction. So, this definitely isn't a complete reality gap, at least according to mine and Anna's theories. If-if it were I wouldn't have been able to move at all, since space wouldn't have existed. Holy shit, okay, okay, this makes a lot more sense than it did before, great, great job, Robert, you're getting there. …Come to think of it, I should've realized that sooner when I was able to move in a flat plane to and from little red. It also explains why I'm not dead from dehydration or hunger yet, time barely passes in here. Okay yeah, so, I stood right next to little red, and went straight… "down." Okay, from here on out, imagine little red as the origin of a 3D space. I went straight… down, right, yeah, and then… and then I was then able to come back "up" to little red again. I've also been able to "fly" above red. Movement in here is slow, like I said, gel analogy, best I can describe it by.

Two months, twenty-two-days, three hours.

Reporting back for another update, red, SIR! Hahaha, come on red, lighten up. Ha! Pun not intended… Come on red, crack a little smile, it's funny!

…

… Fine, whatever. Ahem.

This place still seems like it barely follows Kejel's Laws of Reality Parameters. And by barely, I mean, really just barely. I'm pretty sure my math is right, but… hold on, I'm gonna check again…

Jesus. Yeah, yeah, pretty sure it's good still. Okay, this place… if we're using the standard Hume scale, I'm pretty sure I'm in a reality where the Hume Field is… point zero… four… ish. Yeah, really, really, really fucking low, so… Like I said above, space-time exists on a very minuscule scale, so my biology is not getting shot to hell and back because of any malnutrition, but that also means… I… I'm actually not sure what that also means…

…

Adding on from the last entry. I'm… I'm not sure how my biology will react in such a low Hume concentration, actually. I mostly worked with higher than average Hume Fields, and the reality benders we tested never had a Field lower than 0.8. This… this is gonna be a first. An all-time first. I remember Site-133's "Prommel Killer", they called it that because it broke the previous theory about the lowest limit of Hume concentration. Really expensive, really weird machine that brought down a small area to 0.4. 0.05 is… yeah.

I was lying. I was lying, last log… I… I'm lying to myself. My own body, and… little red here too… We're about the realest things in this place. And that means… over time… the Hume field's going to want to… equalize, and… I'm… I'm gonna go for now, I have some… some calculation to do again. Red, Anna, take note I'm using Kejel's Second, Third, and Fourth Laws, got it? Use… use 0.05 as the surrounding, my external field as… somewhere in between 1 and 1.4, use the Second Law's error estimation correction, and my internal as… as… as… shit. I'm not done yet.

I am real. I am super-real. Super duper real. Ultra real, the realest guy in a world of no-real.

You have no sense of humor as usual, red. I'm talking about the LSS, red. When we got sent here, I think… I think our reality got cranked up a notch. Red, didn't you pay attention in class? Hey, don't get fucking smart with me, red. Okay, the point is, the LSS surge got us up to… to…

Two months, eighteen days, seven hours.

No, red, not even fucking close, you must've converted Kejel's Third Law equation wrong. Because of the malfunctioning LSS we got blasted by, we're somewhere in between 2.2 and 3.6. Yes, that's good red, that's very good, because that means we have more time than we thought to… to… yes, red, before we fucking DIE, okay?!

Two months, twenty four days, five hours.

About three years. Four, if… If I don't interact too much. If… If I had had an LSS here, I could maybe stretch it out to… eight, maybe, that's best case scenario… But I have… I have to… I… know… but… but… three years. Three years, then it's past the point of no return. Ha. Hahahahaha. I should… I should definitely figure something out by then. I think I still should be pretty good for a while… At least… no, no, I won't be in here that long… I'll definitely figure something out…

Anna, what would we do with a case like this? I need your help, honey. That… that tingling I've been feeling… That's my Hume Field diffusing… My… my reality fading… Three years. I need to stabilize myself within three years.

I've been thinking… Anna and I, we had this theory… Even though the Hume Field is low, it's still a Hume Field. And precisely since it's so low, Hume diffusion should take quite a while. Now if… if I could… contain… recycle the fields, keep the diffusion from spreading too thin, I could… And I could also maybe… it's only a theory, but… It's worth a shot. But that means…

Hey, red. I… I'm gonna have to go for a bit. I want to test something, and you can't come with me. I… I'm sorry. No, no, red, I'm really, really sorry, I want you to come, I do, but… if we're together the diffusion will increase faster… We both need as much time as possible. I need to figure this place out more, and you need to make sure you keep all that info in your head. It's… red, come on. You- you'll be fine red, I know you will, you're tough. A lot tougher than me… it'll only be for a bit, red, but I need to see if I can find a way to keep us alive a bit longer. Maybe even get us out of here. If I can contain enough field, I can… I can maybe even get us out. No, no I'm not sure, but I need to find out. Red, we're talking about possibly escaping, okay? Yeah, it's a gap. A gap should have an end, like a… like the walls of a canyon, understand? I need to find a wall, and then, and then I can…

…

I'm sorry, red, I hope we're still friends when I come back.

…

I'm… I'm going now… I'll see you soon.

…

- Close.

Six months, ten days, five hours.

Hello again, little red. It's been a while.

You know… thinking back… I don't know what the hell I was so excited about. This place is… god, this place. This place is is fucking… hell.

There's no end. It just goes on. And on. And on.

I traveled in one goddamn direction for two, damn, months. God, I'm so fucking stupid, why did I think I could get out? I'm thinking like those old European shits that thought the end of the world was at the horizon. Fucking stupid, Robert, stupid, just-just- GAAAAAAAAAAAH—

If I let myself fall down long enough would I eventually hit a bottom?

Ten months, 28 days, 15 hours.

There's no bottom. And fuck you, red.

I'm sorry, red, don't go out, I'm sorry I turned you off, come back, come back, please—

… I turned 40 today. Happy birthday, Robert.

I was adopted, did you know that? Yeah, my parents left me in a box on the side of a street. Got picked up by some American couple, which explains my not-so-Chinese names. I don't even know my original last name. Just thought I'd share. How about you, red?

Anna and I met on-site in 1988. God she was beautiful. She still is. It was our eyes. She has beautiful eyes. My eyes are grey, they're boring, but hers… God they're beautiful. Do you think… Do you think she's still worried about me, little red? Is she looking for me?

You know, red, you're a great listener. But I never hear you talk about yourself. Come on, don't be shy, there's no one else around, right? Hahaha, right? Hahaha… hahahahaha…

"I'm sorry, Robert, I'm afraid I can't do that." Hahaha, red, you're hilarious.

Were you married? Kids? Any family at all? Girlfriend? Boyfriend? Come on, red, I won't judge, just… talk to me, please. God, my head hurts. And my feet feel like they've been asleep for forever.

I worked at a comic store as a kid. So much cheaper back then, and I got free stuff at the end of each week. I liked Spiderman the best.

I was in a box, side of the street.

I… what the fuck… no. No. No, no, no, no, no, no, red, have you seen my picture? The picture red, Anna's picture, where is - come on, come on, where-where- Anna! ANNA! ANNA! Where did - no, no, no, no, no, please, please no, anything but, PLEASE.

It's fading, she's fading, she's fading, please, Anna, no, please, come on, sweetie, stay here, it's too soon, it's TOO SOON, my math isn't wrong, it's NOT WRONG, YOU SHOULD BE FINE. ANNA, ANNA, I can't hold you, come back, Anna, sweetie, honey, Anna please, I need you, I need you, please, please, don't go, I'm here, I'm still here. RED GET HELP. Anna, please, please, don't go, don't -

Black hair, green eyes, 160. Black hair, green eyes, 160. Black hair, green eyes, 160. Black hair, green eyes, 160. Black hair, green eyes, 160. Black hair, green eyes, 160. Black hair, green eyes, 160. Black hair, green eyes, 160. Black hair, green eyes, 160. Black hair, green eyes, 160. [Dr. Scranton repeats this for three hours.]

Anna and I got married in '91. We couldn't really get the nicest suit and dress we wanted because of work, but, damn, we both looked great. Anna looked better, of course. We just danced, and danced the whole night, got the whole week off. Even a job like mine lets you enjoy your honeymoon… So, come on red, open up, put 'er there, high five. Come on. Come on, red.

One year, two months, twenty-seven days.

…

…

AAAAAAA—

[The next recordings only play the control panel's automated voice giving times, with intervals of one to three days, with several month-long gaps in between as well; also intermixed are Dr. Scranton's sobbing, screaming, and mumbling. These recordings continue until the time reading reaches two years, seven months, and 28 days, after which they cease to pick up any sound until two months later.]

[phinnsyreads]

Ethics Committee Orientation

Good afternoon, Doctor. Sit down. Your schedule has been cleared. Do not attempt to leave the room until you are told that this session is over. The door is already locked, but it is crucial you pay attention. Good.

You are now part of the SCP Foundation's Ethics Committee. This is not a demotion.

Sit down.

Yes, you're terrified. You think you're being punished for some failure, some lapse of judgement, some horrible disaster that you were involved with. You think that your career with the Foundation is over. You might even have thought that 'transferred to the Ethics Committee' is a euphemism for 'killed'. This is not the case.

You'll notice I said "killed" instead of "terminated". That's a deliberate choice. On the Ethics Committee, we don't use euphemisms.

Because of the work that the SCP Foundation does, a lot of personnel think that the idea of the Foundation having an Ethics Committee is just a bad joke. Or they know that the Committee exists, but they've got the impression that we're an ineffectual laughingstock. A bunch of purposeless seat-fillers who wave a rubber stamp that says APPROVED, and never dare to voice an objection.

Yes, I see you've heard the jokes. Here's one - 'how many members of the Ethics Committee does it take to change a lightbulb? None! The Ethics Committee can't change anything!'

No, it's all right. You're meant to laugh.

We make an effort to sustain the impression that we're useless, because we are the secret power within the SCP Foundation.

Sit down.

Yes, there are the O5s. They judge what is and isn't safe, and that's a vital and important function. But we are the ones who advise the O5s on what is and is not acceptable.

You've done horrible, awful things while working for the Foundation — don't try to deny it, Doctor. We've all done horrible awful things while working for the Foundation. That is one of the unavoidable consequences of working with SCPs. And on occasion, you've wondered if we are the, quote unquote, bad guys. Well… we're not. And that is because of the Ethics Committee. This is your first lesson. Do you understand?

Remember this: the Foundation is not evil. We do not torture people "just because". We are against unnecessary cruelty. Which means somebody has to decide when cruelty is necessary. And that somebody is us.

Stop trembling.

It is important that you remember this. It is your second lesson. The Foundation does not rule the world. The Foundation serves the world. Do you understand what that means? Regardless of what the general population might think it wants, what we do, what the Foundation does, is in the overall best interests of that general population. Yes, I'm sure you did realize that already… but you haven't thought of the deeper implications. You've consoled yourself by thinking that all the torture and murder is for the greater good. This implies that there is a greater good… and a lesser good. It implies that there are multiple distinct goods, and that these can be quantified and compared. This is what we on the Ethics Committee do.

We are the ones who balance the moral costs of everything the Foundation does. And in order to balance those costs, we must know those costs. Do you realize what that means, Doctor? It means that we know everything the Foundation does, has done, and will ever do. Everything that has ever been redacted or expunged, we know it. Every last detail.

Yes, including what SCP-447-2 does when it comes in contact with dead bodies. Yes, we know exactly what Procedure 110-Montauk is, too. We should. We're the ones who designed it.

No, it's quite all right. It's a common reaction. Perhaps we shouldn't schedule these meetings directly after lunch, I suppose. Here, wipe your mouth.

You will no longer be participating in active research. You may consider yourself a researcher at large, flitting from one project to another, from one site to another, at will. This is not a secret; you are welcome to tell all your friends that you have been transferred to the Ethics Committee… if you can deal with the jokes and the pity. You will observe what is done, and ask the participants — and yourself — why it is being done. If at any point you feel that something is excessive or unnecessary or wrong, you inform us. We will summon the people involved, and ask them questions, in that meek ineffectual way that your coworkers have mocked.

And then, word will filter down from the O5s, through the many levels of our bureaucracy. And those who are unethical will be given reprimands which will be noted on their permanent record. Or their pay will be cut, or they will be demoted, or they will be transferred to another project.

Or they will be shot for crimes against humanity.

This is your third lesson. Remember it.

The 'P' stands for 'Protect'. The Foundation protects humanity from SCPs, and we protect the Foundation from itself. We judge what is and is not acceptable for the Foundation to do. We balance evils so that on the whole, and in the long run, evil is minimized.

No, you don't have a choice about being on the Committee.

…Yes, the irony is lovely, isn't it.

===

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[akonabides]

Shinigami Research and Development Orientation Meeting

Come in; you are the newest graduate from the Academy, yes? Please be seated. My name is Akon; welcome to the SRDI, your new home.

Please stop screaming; many of us have sensitive hearing.

Yes, I’m well aware that you had put in for the 4th Division. In fact I spoke directly with Vice-Captain Kotetsu about it. She was disappointed, but ultimately agreed with my decision to co-opt your application and bring you here instead. You see, you would have done well in the 4th. Admirably well, honestly. And I’m sure you would have been quite the asset to them over the course of your career. possibly even making it to a lower seated position.

But you’re going to be doing so much more for, and with, us.

You’re welcome.

I won’t beat around the bush: I know this isn’t what you wanted. It’s very rarely what anyone wants, initially. But fortunately, or unfortunately if you choose to see it that way, your skills in science, mechanics and energy make you a unique fit for this department. And in time, I think you’ll grow to enjoy your time here, and the work you are able to devote your life to.

Now, before you say anything: yes, I am aware of how this department is viewed. I have heard the nickname “Freaks and Geeks”; I actually kind of like that one and am thinking of putting it on a T-shirt. I know we’re referred to as a group of psychopathic mad scientists with no moral or ethical boundaries to speak of, simply experimenting and creating monstrosities without a care in the world.

And you know what? They are right.

We are the ones who come up with every new piece of technology for the last 100 years. Any scientific advancements, any new weapons, anything that might be a discovery or considered an improvement have developed in this very division. Experiments to further our understanding of the shinigami body medically and physically have opened incredible doors into how we design even the most mundane things. And we do this with a team of highly-dedicated scientists who give everything to their research.

Your job here is not philosophy. In here, you are purely a scientist, and we encourage you to explore that with unfiltered and unbridled curiosity. Anything you can think of, anything you can dream of, we encourage you to research it and plan it until you are ready to make it a reality. I don’t want you to stop before each step of your inevitable experiments and wonder what implications it has, or how morally just or sound it is.

That’s my job.

Each of your experiments are going to be run by me for approval. If I feel as though the benefits for Soul Society as a whole outweigh the potential moral limitations, it will be approved. If not, you’ll receive feedback on where you have gone too far, and will be encouraged to try again from a different angle. And yes, I do veto experiments. Just because you are uncomfortable with something you’ve heard of or seen doesn’t mean it wasn’t carefully considered and eventually approved. And trust me, you don’t want to know what I’ve cut. 

I’ll take the responsibility of any and all experiments the SRDI has officially signed off on. If there is any backlash, your Captain and I will back up the decisions; you will never be brought before the Central 46 for an experiment I have approved. Of course, if you decide to conduct your own experiments outside of my approval, then you will be on your own.

It’s okay, it’s normal to be shaking right now. Most people are still trying to wrap their head around everything. How about we go over some of our benefits instead, alright? We’ll focus on some of the positive stuff.

As a member of the SRDI, you are given full range of the most advanced and efficient computers, robotics and machinery that Soul Society has to offer. While access is limited during your probationary time, more freedom will come with new information you are able to bring to our squad from a number of topics. Hours are not limited, and we encourage you to spend as many as possible working on whatever next project is plaguing your mind.

In addition, we offer a wide variety of body modifications to aid  you in your experiments, or whatever might catch your eye. You get massively discounted rates on installing said modifications, and the appropriate medical-physical performed afterwards to make sure all is in order. From here on out, all of your medical needs will be handled by the 12th division, at no additional cost to you.

No, the SRDI doesn’t hold any seated positions. We operate outside of the strict structural hierarchy of the rest of the squads. Many of us find that liberating; the gifted and talented get their due respect, and we work together cohesively without people constantly trying to get a step higher on the ladder, so to speak.

Remember, our job here at the SRDI is to further our understanding of the universe we all currently live in. We know how far to push our research and experimentation, and where to draw the line. The work you do here will live on, outliving you, myself, and any of us who will at one point, undoubtedly, need it. 

So once again, welcome to the Shinigami Research and Development division. We are so happy you could join us. This is your new family, and this is your home.

No, you may not leave.

Have a good day.

(Inspired by “Ethics Committee Orientation” from the SCP Foundation page)

[thatguyequity]

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Item #: SCP-2420

Object Class: Neutralized

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2420 is currently being held in the low-security humanoid containment wing at Site 213. As of Incident-2420-A, all anomalous activity exhibited by SCP-2420 has been observed to be neutralized. Possible permanent containment, despite cessation of all anomalous activity, is being reviewed by the Ethics Committee.

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SCP-2420 is to be held in a humanoid containment cell in a specialized containment wing at Site-213. Due to SCP-2420’s severe depression, it is to be administered Bupropion and Citalopram twice daily with Alprazolam administered as needed. SCP-2420 is allowed to create an instance of SCP-2420-1 twice a week for three hours at a time, to be lengthened or lessened dependent on cooperation and the current mental state of SCP-2420. Outside of monitored contact with SCP-2420-1, all domesticated dogs (or Canis lupus familiaris) are to be kept outside of SCP-2420’s awareness.

A pool of domesticated dogs are to be on hand at Foundation kennels to be used as SCP-2420-1 instances on a rotating basis. Former instances of SCP-2420-1 maintain no anomalous traits and can be adopted by Site 213 personnel or reintegrated into nearby animal shelters.

Testing of SCP-2420 has been discontinued. Any recommendations for possible resumed testing are to be brought before Researcher Hydock.

Description: SCP-2420 was a human (formerly John █████) who created instances of SCP-2420-1, which took the appearance and memories of the former’s pet dog, out of domesticated dogs (or Canis lupus familiaris). The effects occurred whenever SCP-2420 was made aware of any dog or any dog was made aware of SCP-2420.

Repeated testing showed that only domesticated dogs were affected, with wolves, coyotes, and other canids being immune to the anomalous effects. Dogs of any size would become an instance of SCP-2420-1 and show no pain in their transformation, aside from a general confusion found when brought outside of SCP-2420’s influence.

SCP-2420 showed no anomalous effects beyond its ability to create instances of SCP-2420-1. Testing showed no upward limit on the number of instances of SCP-2420-1 that could exist at a time.

SCP-2420-1 instances were completely invulnerable to any form of damage. Attempts at DNA testing were rendered void when it was discovered that nothing could cut SCP-2420-1’s fur. Any other tests into the indestructibility of SCP-2420-1 were deemed unnecessary, partly due to the fragile nature of SCP-2420’s mental state. While SCP-2420-1 instances showed no need for water or food, the instances would eat whatever was presented to them, with various poisons showing no effect. Former instances of SCP-2420-1 that were dissected after being fed showed no sign of having recently ingested any food.

Despite SCP-2420-1 instances taking the form of SCP-2420’s border terrier, photographs and videos of SCP-2420-1 consistently displayed the original body of the dog in question. This resulted in physical discomfort and mental distress regarding certain photos and videos, namely one showing St. Bernards being able to fit through a small aperture, but the images themselves maintained no otherwise anomalous effect.

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[This is the first interview to take place after SCP-2420’s admittance into Site 213.]

Dr. Hydock: Good morning, SCP-2420. I’ve heard you’ve had some trouble sleeping?

SCP-2420: Xanax.

Dr. Hydock: Pardon me?

SCP-2420: Anxious. Helps me sleep. Get me some, I guess. Also turn up the air-conditioning.

Dr. Hydock: Absolutely. However, I am not merely here to see to your mental and physical state. As I’m sure you may have guessed, I’d like to hear about your relationship with your pet before she was deceased.

SCP-2420: Mattie.

Dr. Hydock: Pard—

SCP-2420: Ma'am, you can call me whatever you want, but she has a name. It’s Mattie. Short for Matilda. Her full name is Matilda May. Matilda May █████, I guess.

Dr. Hydock: Duly noted. But please, tell about Mattie.

SCP-2420: Well, uh, she was my dog. I guess. I got her from, um, a neighbor. They’re not, like, a breeder. But they had a Border Terrier meet another Border Terrier, and they were looking to, uh, give away puppies. I guess. And I was lonely. My parents died. But, I guess you know that. They left me a house, but it’s fucked up lonely to be the only one living in some dead people’s house, you know?

Dr. Hydock: Mhm.

SCP-2420: I came to their house. Their backyard, uh, really. And they had all the puppies, kind of, you know, all meshed up. I mean, in some, uh, cage. Hey, can we turn a fan on? It’s really hot. Like it’s really hot. [SCP-2420 begins to hyperventilate and hug its chest.] Hard to breathe.

Dr. Hydock: Certainly, SCP-2420, but please, calm down. I promise, I’m not here to hurt you. I just want to hear your relation with the- uh, with Mattie. You were just telling me about the day you chose her from her litter?

SCP-2420: Okay. Okay. I saw her, yeah. She wasn’t the biggest, but I, uh, ha, noticed her right away. She was a bit of a bully. She was playing, yeah, but you got the sense she didn’t have patience for the other dogs. They bothered her, and she wanted them to know it. And when I came over, she was the last to come see me. The others, they just jumped up, trying to get me, wanting attention, wanting to be picked up. But she just sat down, and she stared at me for a good bit. I stared back. It was weird, I guess, but I felt like she was sizing me up. She came over, real confident, kind of pushed aside her brothers and sisters, and I held my hand out to her. She clamped down on my hand. But not hard. It wasn’t mean. She was never mean. Not to me. And from then, uh, I guess I knew I had to get her.

Dr. Hydock: Did she ever exhibit any anomalous abilities? For that matter, before this, have you ever been able to do something that, to be blunt, SCP-2420, felt impossible?

SCP-2420: If I thought I was magic, I don’t think I would’ve been a telemarketer. Living in my parents’ house. And Mattie? No. Mattie was definitely not, uh, magic. I mean, shit, she was afraid of rainstorms. She thought the vacuum cleaner was a real animal. She was, uh, a smart dog, though. Always seemed to be more person than dog, yeah, but not magic. I always thought, you know, she could learn a bunch of tricks if she wanted, but she clearly had no interest. Mere tricks were beneath her. She carried herself like a little queen. I guess.

Dr. Hydock: So nothing strange in her life had ever led you to believe that she could be capable of this kind of anomaly?

SCP-2420: She was normal. I mean, like I said, she wasn’t really a big fan of other dogs, but she’d play with them. It was always like, you know, they were beneath her. But she’d chase ‘em. She was, uh, real territorial. Mattie killed a couple, um, birds and stuff. A squirrel once, because it got caught up in a fence. Never thought she’d ever catch one. Shit, you should’ve seen her. Blood all over her muzzle. So damn proud of herself.

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SCP-2420: But, uh, I guess you wanna hear about how she died, right?

Dr. Hydock: That would be quite helpful, SCP-2420.

SCP-2420: Even that was, I guess, sadly normal. I was takin’ her for a walk. She always loved walks. I mean, shit, I guess all dogs like walks, but she liked 'em a lot more. I don’t know. Maybe that’s crazy. But we were walking, uh, near the street, and uh, well, ha, can we turn up the air-conditioning? Just a little bit?

Dr. Hydock: Certainly. If you’d rather not talk about this right now, we could discuss it another time.

SCP-2420: No, I’m fine. I guess she, uh, didn’t die after all, right? [SCP-2420 laughs then coughs.] A car hit her. I guess I wasn’t paying attention. People said I was lucky I didn’t get hit, but I’d rather’ve gotten hit. Maybe I wouldn’t’ve died. Squished her down the middle. It was horrible. Person driving the car was some teen girl. Wasn’t her fault. I was jaywalking. She was young. Wasn’t her fault. I knew her mother. She lived on the street. But, I couldn’t stop crying. There she was. Waltzing Matilda May, there she fucking was, and she was dead. Bleeding everywhere. I took her in my arms. She wasn’t breathing. I didn’t get to be there for her last breath. I think she died when I was crying, when I was stunned by all the, the shit.

Dr. Hydock: And what was done with the body?

SCP-2420: I took her. I walked her. It wasn’t that far. Said I was in shock, but I knew what I was doing. I got a shovel from my garage. My dad’s shovel. I got her favorite blanket. Guess it was my blanket, really. A big, uh, green one. She always loved it. It was mine, but it may as well have been hers. She was more comfortable with it than anyone else could have been, you know? You give a dog a blanket, and you swear, no human could ever be so cozy. So I wrapped her up. All broken. God, she was so small. I dug a hole. In the middle of my backyard. There was a spot where the shade of the trees didn’t reach. She’d lay there. Waltzing Matilda May I Have This Dance. That’s what I named her after. You know, the song. I buried her. She should, uh, still be there. You guys can check it out. No one moved it.

Dr. Hydock: Certainly, SCP-2420. Thank you for your cooperation. If you want to stop now, I would certainly understand. It has been a tough day for you.

SCP-2420: No. It’s fine. There’s only a little bit more anyway. Can I, can I, uh, continue?

Dr. Hydock: Absolutely.

SCP-2420: I was going to kill myself, the day I noticed that she was, uh, everywhere dogs were. Just a normal walk. But I was going to, uh, jump off a bridge. I don’t know if I really was gonna, to be honest, ma'am. But it felt like I was gonna. It felt right. But, things were weird. I never noticed so many Border Terriers in my life. The neighbors, all of 'em, identical, and they looked just like Mattie. I thought I was losing it. They were trying to get under the gate, trying to climb up it, barking at me, carrying on. I, uh, didn’t notice anything was weird until I got near the dog park.

Dr. Hydock: And that’s where we found you, correct?

SCP-2420: Ha, yeah. I guess. That’s where you all found me. I just, I don’t know why I got there. Wasn’t even near the bridge. Wasn’t even all that close. I think I just wanted to see some. Before I died. They were always so nice. Dogs. But, they were all Border Terriers. And they were all running to me. So many of them. And they all, well, they all stopped in front of me. Owners were yelling. People were, uh, screaming. They were slipping out of collars that had gotten too big. They were, uh, breaking free from everything. To come to me. And they encircled me. They were all her. I knew it immediately. They were all her. One walked up to me, and it bit my hand. Gentle. And that’s when I fainted. Then, well, I’m here.

Dr. Hydock: Excellent. Thank you very much for your cooperation. Is there anything you need before this is concluded?

SCP-2420: Uh, yeah. Just one. Just one thing.

Dr. Hydock: Yes?

SCP-2420: Does it hurt them? Does what she does hurt them? I heard they stop being her when I’m not there. Are they okay?

Dr. Hydock: Yes. When they’re not instances of SC—I mean, when they cease to be Mattie, there is no pain in the switch. Either to or from. None of the dogs have exhibited any signs, anomalous or not, of being in any way affected by Mattie and your effect.

SCP-2420: And you. You’re not going to hurt them?

Dr. Hydock: Pardon me?

SCP-2420: Listen, I’ve seen ET. I’m not stupid. You’re going to dissect them. Dissect her maybe. And I’m telling you. Please don’t. Please don’t hurt a dog because of me. I beg of you.

Dr. Hydock: I will, I will see what I can do, SCP-2420. Once again, thank you.

SCP-2420: Will I get to see her again?

Dr. Hydock: Visiting times can certainly be arranged. Especially for testing purposes.

SCP-2420: Thank you. I miss her so much. I didn’t even get to tell her how good a girl she was. For, you know. Being magic.

[Foundation operatives were able to recover the remains of SCP-2420’s former pet where it had claimed them to be. The remains were not anomalous in any way and had been met with the expected amount of decay.]

[End of Interview Log]

Incident-2420-A: During a routine session with SCP-2420 and SCP-2420-1, the latter was found to have reverted to its original appearance while in the presence of the former. Continued testing with SCP-2420 and other dogs showed that the SCP-2420 anomaly had been most likely extinguished. Currently, SCP-2420 has been allowed to perform Level-0 clerical work while the Ethics Committee will meet to decide what actions to take next. The object has been deemed neutralized.

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[This interview took place immediately after Incident-2420-A.]

Dr. Hydock: Was there anything different about Mattie today, SCP-2420?

SCP-2420: No. It was just like any other day. She came in, jumped around a bit. Took her on a little walk, and we were just sitting together. Just normal. Lounging. But, I don’t know, something felt weird. You’d noticed it, right? She had been looking older. Even whiter in the jaw. In her snout. God, how long have I been here, Doc? Six years?

Dr. Hydock: Actually, ten.

SCP-2420: Jesus. Well that’s a long time, isn’t it? But yeah, so I’d been noticing. She had been getting older. Which was weird since really this hasn’t been ten years for her. It’s only been, what, six hours a week for ten years? But whatever, maybe it was stressful on her. Maybe time doesn’t work like that. I don’t know.

Dr. Hydock: True. We’ve found that a normal timeline doesn’t apply to most anomalous objects under our care.

SCP-2420: Yeah, see? But, she’d been quiet. And cuddly. And I guess it was almost time for her to go. You know, time’s up. She always knew when it was close, time-wise. So she hopped off the couch. And you know, that usually hurt her hips a little bit, but she didn’t wince or anything. She licked my hand. And then she bit it, looked me in the eyes. And that’s when I knew that this was going to be the last time I saw her. That’s when I knew. It had been so hard for her. To cling in all those other dogs. I wonder how we did it. It was hard, but she loved me, I guess.

Dr. Hydock: And then she was gone?

SCP-2420: She let go. And she barked at me. Once. Impatient. The way she did when she had a toy, and I wasn’t paying attention. She grinned, stupid grin. Tongue flopping. And then it was like. I don’t know. Like a flash. And then suddenly she was that confused Golden Retriever. Poor baby. Had no fucking clue who I was. [SCP-2420 pauses, coughs.] So, I guess you’re, uh, not gonna keep me around anymore, right? Gonna suck out my memories, drop me back into the real world?

Dr. Hydock: That is certainly a possibility. Would you prefer that? Honestly, most people under our care would do anything to escape us.

SCP-2420: I don’t want to go. I don’t want to go anywhere where I’ll forget her. I’m afraid if I go back out, I’ll die without her. I won’t remember how she did such strange things to be with me again. That I did such wild shit. I’m afraid of being myself again. The old me. I’m worried I’ll walk right back to that bridge, but she won’t be at the dog park again. Shit, if you want, I’ll clean up the toilets. And fuck, ten years. How am I gonna get a job? Ten years. Jesus.

Dr. Hydock: I will bring that to the attention of the Ethics Committee, though I make no promises. But, what I want to ask is do you feel meaningfully different, SCP-2420? Certainly our conversations over the years have shown you take a turn. Do you believe it to be the medication, the anomalous effects, or was it merely being allowed to see your dog again?

SCP-2420: I don’t know, Doc. Probably the latter? I don’t know. I mean, do you want me to say whether or not you think my dog somehow cured my depression?

Dr. Hydock: That’s certainly a question that’s been on my mind.

SCP-2420: Of course she didn’t cure me. It just felt nice. That someone loved me enough. To do what she did. But she’s just a dog. She’s not magic.

[End of Interview Log]

[foundationhq]

EMPLOYEE ID 2099-8114-3; 𝑄𝑈𝑂𝑇𝐸 𝑈𝑁𝑄𝑈𝑂𝑇𝐸.

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 Matias “Loch” Rojas 𝐀𝐠𝐞 47 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫/𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 cis man, he/him 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 Pedro Pascal 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 retired

PROFILE.

The lively and gregarious [𝑄𝑈𝑂𝑇𝐸 𝑈𝑁𝑄𝑈𝑂𝑇𝐸] is a grassroot talent poached from the Dark Web after their electronic footprint was detected by our Foundation AIC personnel in the Infotech Department. The motives behind their cybercrimes to this day are unclear. They were purported to be a “microinfluencer” among cryptid conspiracy theorists online, though the account in question has never been confirmed. What started as a small investigation evolved into a game of cat-and-mouse trying to outplay [𝑄𝑈𝑂𝑇𝐸 𝑈𝑁𝑄𝑈𝑂𝑇𝐸], who at the height of their digital heist attempted to create an unauthorized backup of all SCP files on SCiPnet and replace them with various AI-generated images of “Mothman and Dracula at Prom.” However, [𝑄𝑈𝑂𝑇𝐸 𝑈𝑁𝑄𝑈𝑂𝑇𝐸]’s grand scheme came to an end, largely in part of our AIC personnel’s efforts. When detained and faced with punishment, they surprised the Foundation by begging to join the ranks. Due to their undeniable talent in breaching Foundation security, officials overseeing their case accepted. Now a reformed hacker on the side of good, we believe their first Foundation appointment to the… analog environment of Site-φ can keep them on the right side of the Veil. A note will be made to the MTF Commander to mind [𝑄𝑈𝑂𝑇𝐸 𝑈𝑁𝑄𝑈𝑂𝑇𝐸]’s chatty personality, however. Any leak of MTF Chi-00 can be fatal. — Internal Memo from the Ethics Committee.

LAST ASSIGNMENT.

FREELANCER;   an   independent   hacker involved with the  Serpent’s   Hand. Caught by the Foundation following a cybercrime spree of unknown motivations; previously taught an online computer science course called ‘Unlocking with Loch.’

INTERRELATIONS OF NOTE.

𝐷𝑌𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐵𝑅𝐸𝐸𝐷. You hate military, but there’s something about this teammate that has piqued your interest. Maybe it’s all the crazy rumors — they’re practically a cryptid in your head. Is it true they once ripped a dude’s head off?! But you’re pretty sure they won’t take the question all too well. Doesn’t matter! You’ll probably figure it out one way or another. Those types are so bad with tech security...

𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐹𝐸𝐶𝑇 𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐴𝑁𝐺𝐸𝑅. They’re just so adorable — like a lost kitten mewing on the side of the road. They definitely don’t fully understand just how over their head they are. But, hey, all good! You have a wealth of information to share, obviously, and you’re giddy to give them the rundown on everything, as long as they give you the 411 on the things they’ve seen and heard, as well.

52 𝑃𝐼𝐶𝐾𝑈𝑃. You can’t tell what's triggering your spidey-sense, but this teammate is definitely shady. You’re sure that sniffing around too closely won’t end well for you. Still… if they are hiding something, who else would be able to dig it up but you? Everyone loves a good exposé. You know what they say: Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.

[foundationhq]

hmm… can you mb tell us a little more about the tree hugger? I feel like there’s a lot of cognitive dissonance at play via empathy/career perspective, but also a thick-skinned/optimistic dynamic?

mb it would be interesting to go into possible ‘identifying dualities’ (???) with the other skeletons too? haha hoping this makes any sense! :)

hello 🫶 !!

we really like your interpretation of [𝑇𝑅𝐸𝐸 𝐻𝑈𝐺𝐺𝐸𝑅] and encourage you to keep going in the direction that gives you the most muse ! we intentionally left some of the aspects of our skeletons vague to give our applicants the most freedom with their creative vision.

as a team, we agreed that we don’t want to accidentally influence someone to drastically change what they had in mind for their character to better fit ‘our vision,’ so we’re not sure if we can elaborate on the ‘identifying dualities’ of all the open skeleton’s potential motivations but we could provide that for the admin characters if it would help !

that being said, we’re happy to assist you in exploring this aspect of your vision for tree hugger in a follow up ask or in dms 💕

in a more general world lore sense, the very existence of the foundation and their ethics committee its in itself a huge ethical conundrum that its employees must tackle for themselves the moment they learn of the existence of SCPs and decide what should be done with them. ( this may be a tad long winded so i apologize and it'll be under the cut! 🫡 )

the matter of whether or not the foundation is doing the right thing by hiding these anomalies from the general public along with the morality of the means in which they do so is a major plot point that we will be exploring during the course of our game. and since the foundation has existed for such a long time, the opinions on how far the foundation should be willing to go in order to maintain the veil differ tremendously from person to person.

as newer generations of people become employed by the foundation, change is impossible to stop; because at the end of the day, the anomalies classified as SCPs by the foundation are not limited to objects and phenomena that lack consciousness; they can also be sentient beings. and so these seemingly diametrically opposed belief systems become commonplace as every person hired by the foundation is forced to answer the question: are the sacrifices made by the foundation worth it for ‘the greater good ?’

but even when one finds a solution to this issue, the path forward is still incredibly challenging: do you just accept that these things must be done so humanity can continue to exist in relative peace ? do you try to challenge the system from the inside in hopes that one day things will change so no one has to suffer including the SCPs ? or do you numb yourself to the complexity of the situation and focus on your own self interests ?

> user 🅒