| Site-19, [REDACTED] |
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Addendum 524-002: On ██/██/20██, SCP-524 displayed behavior inconsistent with what had previously been recorded. It proceeded to remain in place within its cell and ”nibble” at the air, and has not ceased this activity since.
Measurements of the surrounding Hume-level were taken. Results showed that the Hume-levels nearest to the entity were drastically lower in comparison to other areas.
Potential effects this may possess on local reality are uncertain. Further investigation is underway.
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Senior Researcher Autumn Klein read through the document one more time. She re-read the document one more time for a second time. Clutching onto the edges of the paper so severely, she almost tore it in half when the door to her office burst open.
Dr. Gerald, a man in his mid-twenties and a bit worse for wear, had panic written all over him — sweat was rolling down his face like they were the Niagara falls, and his face frozen like the Mt. Rushmore monument.
”And…?” Klein finally spoke up.
Tongue-tied, the young researcher shook his head. His eyes were wide.
She snatched the document that hung loosely between his fingers out of his hand. Gerald became startled for just moment, having forgotten that he was even carrying that piece of paper. Klein’s eyes settled on the paper, like the one before.
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Item: Casaba-White ”Anti-Matter” Howitzer
Termination Test Record: Device was aimed at SCP-524. A concentrated beam of anti-matter was fired at the entity. Beam shown to have no effect; equipment records anti-matter passing into the mouth of SCP-524, before dissipating entirely.
Notes: Contact with alternative universes established to develop weaponry capable of neutralizing or incapacitating the entity. Updates will follow soon. - O5-2
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She could’ve screamed, pulled her hair out. She chose not to.
”W—what do we do?” Gerald uttered, in that all too innocent voice of his. It reminded her of her younger brother, rest his soul.
She took a deep breath in. ”It’s time for our last contingency.” Gerald just stood there, wide-eyed. But not those wide eyes of pure terror, but perplexity. Klein pressed down a button on her desk.
”Katie,” she said into the microphone.
”Yes, Senior Researcher Klein?” answered her secretary. She had heard her voice a bazillionth times now.
”Contact the Council, and tell them that I request 6871 for the ongoing 524 project.”
”Are you sure, Klein?”
”I’m damn sure.“ She ended the call right then and there. Dr. Gerald still stared at her with the same look. He parted his lips to speak, before he decided against it. Before he decided against that.
”W—what’s 6871…?”
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This was the last straw. If not this, then nothing. Senior Researcher Autumn Klein sat in a room in Exclusionary Site-01, with several of the O5 heads standing beside her. They oversaw a live video feed of the rabbit, still nibbling at the air.
What would soon follow was the completion of a ritual — one that could erase anything retroactively from existence. It was now or never. She could feel her heart skip a beat.
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| Test Number | Person Conducting | Item of Removal | Result |
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| #19 | Dr. Gerald | SCP-524 | Despite successful completion of the ritual, SCP-524 remains within reality. Hume-levels nearest to the entity begin to decrease substantially. Note: SCP-524’s cheeks could be observed swelling in size, temporarily ceasing its activity of ”nibbling” at the air, before resuming this behavior a few seconds later at a heightened pace. Cheeks swelled down to normal size a few seconds later. |
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| Hy-Brasil, Ireland |
”Never again,” thought King Delbáeth II to himself, after the ginormous crocodilian-cephalopod kaiju monster tore up his city of birth. Never again would he let such a nightmarish threat, so merciless and bloodthirsty, destroy his city and terrorize its citizen ever again.
But today was a different day than over three decades ago. ”You choose your own fate,” his predecessor, King Nuada Airgetlám VII, had once said to him. He’d be wrong, because Delbáeth never chose to be sucked up by a gigantic maw of death and destruction up in the sky.
He held onto the railing of his balcony for dear life. He saw helplessly, as his friends were devoured by the giant mouth. A maiden of his grabbed onto the railing just like himself. She had difficulty holding on. She screamed.
”Hold on!” Delbáeth yelled against the howling winds of this once beautiful world. But it was for naught, as the balcony became undone.
Soon, not only he would be consumed, but the city, the planet, and the entire universe.
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| Berlin, Germany |
Martin Müller wasted away in the sixteenth or so night club for the night. He also chugged down the hundreth or so drink down his throat. His augmented liver could handle it, though, so he didn’t have to worry about any of that.
What he did worry about, though, were the screams and howls coming from outside. Even a drunk man, such as himself, knew that there was something seriously wrong going on when someone started screaming from the top of their lungs — not that it was his obligation to do anything about it.
Not even when the very bricks and concrete of the building started collapsing into a pitch blackness spreading ever-so closer on the ground. When one lived as long as he had, and there were a lot of people like Müller, then nothing could surprise one anymore.
Still, in a world where death had died, the end was a welcoming change.
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| Yellowstone National Park, United States of America |
The buzzing of the locusts was near inaudible at this point. Cuts and large gashes adorned her arms and legs; no bother. Caroline North trudded on the winding corridors of this underground bunker.
She stopped at a corner to hold her breath. Each one heavier than the last. She could taste her own blood in her mouth, that iron taste. It was sickening.
The lights turned on. Whether it was motion sensors or something different, she did not know. The light shone on a control panel. It barely reached any farther than that, a red light blinking steadily. She walked toward it, nearly stumbling over her own two feet.
This was it. Months of running across the entire globe had led her to this point. The A.I. — she cursed herself for having forgotten its name — told her that humanity’s fate rested in her hands. That only she could press the button that would save the entire world.
Everything had a sort of cathartic element to it — like in a dream, where nothing was real, but felt like it. All of her thoughts remained dreams, as a P.A. system spoke of ”reality-anchors failing”, and the entire underground facility folding in on itself.
Even the locusts, with their insatiable hunger, were eaten by the darkness.
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| Site-19, [REDACTED] |
”Order. Order!”
The room soon fell into silence. The dozens of holograms of Autumn Klein stared at the not holographic one at the head of the round table. After all eyes were set on her did she open her mouth to speak:
”Has any of you found a solution yet?”
There was more of that silence. Only that it was the wrong kind of silence Autumn Klein wasn’t hoping for.
She spoke up again: ”Anyone?” Her eyes darted across the table.
An arm rose in the corner. ”Yes?” she said, somewhat relieved there was at least one to break the silence.
”I’m a replacement for Autumn Klein, Dr. Gerald, and I just wanted to say that my Autumn Klein has holed herself up in her office and is getting drunk.”
”… that’s it?”
Dr. Gerald nodded.
”Lord, we’re all gonna die,” said another Klein, who pulled out a whiskey bottle from under her desk.
Autumn Klein stemmed her head in her hands. She rubbed her temples, her eyes for any ideas of how to avert this clusterfuck of a ZK. But there was nothing. No ideas on how to avert the ends of the world. Hopelessness consumed her. The desperation was literally eating her from the inside-out—
”It needs to eat itself.”
The holograms looked concerndly at Autumn Klein. She pressed down a button on the table. ”Katie, order a meeting with the O5-Council! I’ve got an idea on how to stop all this!”
Before any of the other Autumn Kleins could question what was going on, Autumn Klein barged out through the conference room’s door. The holograms were left in utter silence.
”Even I could’ve come up with that,” one said, as she gulped down a glass of her whiskey.
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PROJECT FUDD
PREFACE: The SCP-524-PRIME phenomenon functions as a ”reality-sink”, whereby the anomaly’s Hume-level is at a significantly decreased amount than surrounding reality. This has the effect of reality ”collapsing” into this lower Hume field.
However, SCP-524-ARC had shown the capability of, paradoxically, eating itself, which caused it to reappear completely unharmed. The hypothesis is that if SCP-524-PRIME were to ”eat itself”, the reality-sink would be turned ”inside-out”, thereby restoring reality to its prior state.
Enter Project FUDD, which aims at achieving that exact goal. A manned ship will be sent into the center of the reality-sink, where it will then discharge concentrated Humes at SCP-524-PRIME’s body to achieve the aforementioned action.
As said operation would prove itself to be highly dangerous, it is for this reason that I would like to volunteer to carry out the procedure personally, in attendance with other volunteers.
We secure. We contain. We protect.
- Senior Researcher Autumn Klein, Lead of SCP-524-PRIME project
STATUS:
NAY YES ABSTAIN O5-13 O5-12 O5-11 O5-10 O5-9 O5-8 O5-7 O5-6 O5-5 O5-4 O5-3 O5-2 O5-1
7 - 6
STATUS DENIED CONCLUSION: By vote of the Overseer Council, Project FUDD has been DENIED. The project is deemed too risky, as it constitutes too great a loss of life of crew members. There are other ways to solve this. - O5-1
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TO: ten.pics|nielk.a#ten.pics|nielk.a
FROM: ten.pics|eilliw.f#ten.pics|eilliw.f
SUBJECT: Project FUDD
Your project has been approved. Do not ask when, where, how or why. Everything will be prepared at Site-19 by the end of the month; be there in the morning.
You owe me.
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