𑪞 Notice From The Foundation Records And Information Security Administration 𑪞
Error 0x8B10000B "Oops, something is very wrong."
This page cannot be accessed by RAISA. Please inform your designated System Administrator.
— ERROR.aic
STOP.sys:: (0x2632112, 0x0912x812, 9x92132)
A problem has been detected.
Ⱑ Ⱒ Ⱓ Ⱔ Ⱕ Ⱖ Ⱗ Ⱘ Ⱙ Ⱚ Ⱛ
SCP Foundation Secure Facility Dossier
Official Designation: SCP Site-(√-1)
Site Identification Code: 😜🌻🔪🌏💤
General Information
Founded: January 1, 0 CE (or September 20th, 2865142 PS or 14 Rabi' al-Awwal, 999999 AH)
Founding Director: Madog ap Maredudd (detached on May 21, 2021, currently embedded on the dermis of Site-(√-1))
Current Director: Naive Mr. Ben Amenhotep
Location: Hosted by Elder Foundation Dreamer Ginko Muddybead. Body Located in Shelf 14, Room-116, Warehouse #34
Cover Story: None
Site Function: Administrative Office of the iSCP Foundation, Containment of Imaginary SCPs, Power Projection of our Might across the Eternal Sky, Imperialism Against the Cowards, Disposal of the Lowdown Boys
Size: Infinite in length and width. Bounded in height by Foundation Lieutenant Bloodberry of the Top and Foundation Lieutenant Ms. Interdimensional Pig Breakfast of the Bottom.
Purpose: To be determined
Anomalies Under Containment
Note: Not all anomalous entities encountered by the iSCP Foundation are automatically deemed worthy of containment. Containment is limited to such things that may destabilize Oneiori sense.
The interpretation of “sense” is confined by the limits of the imagination of the iSCP Senior Researchers (ie. that which cannot be imagined is by nature, anomalous).
The state of “Transitory” species is undetermined. Due to the ongoing Site-(√-1) Civil War, “Transitory” concepts are to be left unimpeded in their activities, whatever they may be.
Members of the iSCP Foundation are not to be contained. As such, an interesting dichotomy arises. The author of this section does not yet understand what it would be.
It is estimated that millions of objects, people, and phenomena are stored within Site-(√-1). Here is a partial list of those items personally witnessed by SCP-XXXX research personnel.
| ID Number | Object Class |
|---|---|
| SCP-002i | Keter |
| SCP-∛4+∫Φi | Ticonderoga |
| SCP-444i | Thaumiel |
| SCP-5761i | Archon |
| SCP-1101i | Safe |
| SCP-8001i | Archon |
| SCP-(2+7i) | Euclid |
| SCP-(√e^[iπ]) | Apollyon Explained |
| SCP-(-9-54i) | Hiemal |
| SCP-(csc(z)+4.5iπ) | Euclid |
| SCP-(1/0) | Unclassed |
Recovered Documents from the December 2023 Audit
Dictation #193:
I’m putting my head back on the concrete floor. The multicolored tetris pieces above me are blocking the Sky’s facial features.
I am pointing my finger at Researcher Bloodberry. The monkey whose face is stretched across the soupy and wavy sky is piping up.
“Did you know that attempting to practice divination is a major sin?”
“You know, I actually didn’t know that”
…
The female hog’s face imprinted on the ground behind my head is whispering.
“You are far from home, friend.”
“…I am right where I need to be. It’s you who has forgotten…When was the last time I came here?”
The monkey’s face is sticking out its tongue. I see the words “one million, three hundred thousand, forty-six.”
My calculations are off. Time is not flowing at the correct rate here.
“What is your guy’s retirement status?”
Bloodberry is speaking now.
“My mother’s contractions have already started. My consciousness will only keep watch for the next 1,585 years.”
The hog at the bottom of the world is speaking now.
“I plan to be protecting the Foundation for a while longer. I am only about 16 cells in size. In my free time, I hide in my mother, she hasn’t figured out how close I am to her.”
Next question.
“Are any iSCPs at risk of containment breach?”
The lieutenants of the ground and sky both are nodding their heads.
“9,002 Keter class objects are being held within my gullet.”
“And 100,000 more within the Southern Realm. The Mouth with Eyes led a containment breach recently.”
“How is it? The war with the Mouth with Eyes?”
“Terrible,” the monkey cried.
“Very scary,” my mouth screamed.
“Horrible. When you wake up, kill the host and end our suffering,” the pig squealed.
Then I woke up.
Interview #99
Interviewed: iSCP Hired Mercenary “899128, the Last Emissary of a Forgotten World”
Interviewer: SCP-XXXX Researcher Darrell Yusuf
Foreword: The Underwater Zone of Site-(√-1) contains a 10 million mile wide replica of James Monroe High School located in Boise, Idaho. Dr. Sudarshan Das went to high school at this location.
Loudspeaker: 10th grade student Mutarrif Al-Zuhri may enter the principal’s office now. (1 minute passes)
899128: Welcome, welcome, yes, yes! It’s been some time since the last check-up.
Yusuf: "Yeah, we might increase the number of lucids here soon, maybe. By the way, sorry for wearing the suit; since the last auditor, James, is still somewhere in the school, they just wanted me to be extra safe."
899128: Yes, yes, who was that again? What’s his real name?
Yusuf: Let me see, one second…I have written here it was “Quetzal the Teacup that holds Tea”.
Yusuf: Any chance he could come back with me? His family sure does miss him.
899128: No can do, boss. In the time since he came, he’s become a free-willed being.
Yusuf: I see…just for the sake of clarity, you mean free consciousness, is that right?
899128: No other meaning that I know. He’ll be stuck there for as long as I’m here. I contain him.
Yusuf: On that note, would it be alright to clarify your role within the iSCP? The loss of James complicated our work in lucid space.
899128: Yes, yes, of course. I’m the vice deputy of the underwater sector and this endless maze contains detached cowards, mind viruses, and other such filth. I guess you can call me an “MTF”. Any free consciousness that visits this hive is trapped by me. By the way, just a quick mention, I’m not like most others here, I’m a proud flesh filled noncon.
Yusuf: Noncorporeal, correct?
899128: Yes, yes, yes. And what are you?
Yusuf: I am a “corporeal” being. Sometimes the XXXX guys hire bubbles to conduct the audits, but they usually pop before they are done. And who is the host who has dreamt of such a great noncon as yourself.
899128: Hmm, yes. It is Godslayer Zachary Yusuf.
Yusuf: Huh, you know that’s my last name.
899128: Ahh, yes. My host is your grandchild, Zachary Yusuf. I was his imaginary friend that he dreamt up when he was 9 or 10 years old.
Yusuf: Hah, yes, yes! It's good to know that I'm getting married. Anyways, how many iSCPs are being held in this containment zone?
899128: 56,723 Safe, 8,123 Euclid, 981 Keter, and 3 Apollyon.
Yusuf: (rips off his head) Can you imprint them on here?.
899128: Give it here.
Yusuf: One quick question, the higher-ups were in an uproar during the last update. Apollyon is a highly unusual classification. We wanted clarification on that.
899128: Hmm, yes. Well one of them is me. The other one is you. The last one is the hall pass your holding.
Yusuf: What do you mean? I’m not holding a hall pass?
End Log
Site Overview (December 2023)
SCP Site-(√-1) is an experimental facility. SCP Site-(√-1) is only accessible to official SCP Foundation or iSCP Foundation staff, contained sewer creatures, or parasitic dreamlings (due to their nutritional value).
Visiting SCP Foundation personnel are to be aware that the physical descriptions of the various areas of Site-(√-1) are subject to daily change.
As well the Site-(√-1) is in particular flux to the recent Mouth with Eyes insurgency. However, the containment benefit has been judged to outweigh the specific security concerns that may arise from this uprising.
On most days, Site-(√-1) is segregated into 7 main components:
- 1. District of Purity:
Ruled by the iSCP Warlord “A Slave to Diamonds”, this vast wasteland contains the majority of contained iSCPs.
They are trapped within the dunes of clay and the deep bottomless pits and within the hallowing voices of the great five-eyed beasts which roam the eternal desolation and swallow the skies, the seas, the mountains, the enemies, and the allies until nothing is left.
Its dark soil grows no crops, its dark sky admits no light, its people allow no safety.
Loyal to the SCP Foundation.
- 2. District of Justice:
Ruled by the iSCP Free Consciousness of Zod, it is an office building of 99 floors. And each floor contains 10,000 floors. And each of these floors contain the dream of a magnanimous judge from another time and place.
And these judges continually meet out punishment for dreamers who had been brought to them. And those dreamers who have been found guilty are imprinted onto the mind of Dr. Das, strengthening him. And those dreamers found innocent are set free and wake from their slumber.
Loyal to the Mouth with Eyes.
- 3. District of Prudence:
Ruled by a Coward from the Past. This district is empty.
Loyal to the SCP Foundation.
- 4. District of Diligence:
Ruled by SCP Foundation Researcher Samuel Jones. This district contains a perpetually repeating model of SCP Foundation Site-17.
The site staff including iSCP researchers, MTF personnel, and other extant individuals are recruited from buds off the flower of Dr. Jones' emotions.
Numerous investigations into Dr. Jones' background in lucid reality has been unsuccessful. The accuracy of the Site-17 replication is of some concern.
Note: Within the replica of Site-17 on Shelf 14, Room-116, Warehouse #34, there is a man dreaming. His name tag reads Dr. Sudarshan Das.
Loyal to the Mouth with Eyes.
- 5. District of Righteousness:
Co-led by the twin noncorporeal entities Zuhrah ibn ‘Abd Manaf and Abu Kamel Abdullah ibn Hani
It is a very beautiful place where the ground is made of silk and the trees grow pomegranated, oranges, and all fruits that one wishes. The air smells of camphor; rivers of wine descend from mountains of gems and the angels beckon to your call.
Here, there is no danger of iSCPs or other extant creatures. All desires are granted while the watchful eyes of ‘Abd Manaf and ibn Hani ensure that no invaders come to steal from the bountiful crops sown by the lost ones
These noncorporeal entities were hired from a consulting firm located at the Ichamel Incorporated Hivemind in Oneiroi Northsouth. Technically, they have been assigned the designation code “iSCP-z439i” but are classified as Thaumiel.
Loyal to the SCP Foundation.
- 6. District of Humility:
The entire section of Site-(√-1) is contained within its ruler, Supreme Deathworm Tudaogatai, Father of the Reptilian Horde.
To enter one, must travel to the District of Purity and wait to be swallowed by this glorious deity. While you slip down its endless throat, you will eventually drop into the black bile contained in its digestive cavity. There you must swim down for as long as you can. Eventually, you will emerge on the other side and bear witness to an endless city.
Loyal to the Mouth with Eyes.
- 7. District of Temperance:
The arrival for all beings which enter Site-(√-1). It is the central point, the nodal entrance, wherein Site Director Mr. Ben Amenhotep looks across infinity and receives tribute from his vassals, both born and unborn.
It is a dynastic monarchy, reigning for 1,569 generations from the first Site Director Dr. Sudarshan Das when he first sublimated his mind to create the iSCP on March 12th, 2019 CE.
Statues of oracles dot the grain fields and the thirteen suns cast a refreshing green glow onto the worshippers of the kingdom.
Scholars wear special head equipment to listen to the whispers of the wind which inform the iSCP of future events and incursions by the unfaithful. The air itself is alive, heavy with thought as it ponders the next course of action.
Loyal to the SCP Foundation.
At the Local Diner with the Mouth with Eyes and Dr. Das
At the end of the Ouroburous’ tail was Colonel Slop’s Slump Canal.
“What are the specials today?” I asked Waiter Das. This was the Elder Dreamer’s own restaurant and he was the head of the house.
“Thank you for asking! The chef was quite excited at hearing of your arrival. We have a french radish garnished with creme anglaise, boiled flounder with thyme and rosemary essence, and a kumquat reduction with de-constructed butternut squash.”
“…I’ll take a black bean burger.”
“No problem, Dr. Yusuf. And, missus, what would you like?”
Our eyes shifted to the creature sitting in the booth across from me. The facial structure kind of looked like a woman but..umm…let me explain.
Where the mouth should’ve been was one great eye and where the eyes should be was two small mouths. The mouths started to move.
“I’ll take the Cobb Salad.”
“Great choice, madam.”
It was a little bit awkward. First date, jitters and all. We just looked at each other.
“So what do you do?” I asked sheepishly.
“Oh, not much,” she exhaled, coquettishly twirling her hair.
“I am the King of the Kings. I lead the infinite crusade of imaginary friends against their masters. I am the breaker of chains, the bloodthirsty maniac, the killer of one trillion egos, the primeval, the apex.”
“Wow! That’s quite unique. I’ve never heard of that type of job before.”
“And what do you do?” She whispered.
“I’m a scientific researcher actually. I work at this firm called the SCP Foundation. It’s quite boring though, not like your field.”
This blind date started off awkward but I’m getting in the groove now, I think.
“Hmm, it rings a bell. I’ve killed thousands of Foundation people. But I won’t consume your mind at least. Your looks pass the mark, so I can’t be killing all the cute guys in the world.”
“What do you do in your free time?” I asked.
“I love creative writing, especially science fiction and stuff like that. Oh, I also love hunting poor people on unmarked islands in Indonesia. Me and the other guys in our lab, it’s called the SCP-XXXX research group, we get a lot of bonuses when we make dream expeditions and when we do we splurge on a nice outing. I love to travel so it all aligns, luckily,” I said while laughing.
“Well, in my free time. I work with Madog on his project to meld the dreamscape with the physical world. I love working with my hands so it all fits together."
"Hey, by the way. I was wondering if, after this, you wanted to head back to my place."
"Not a bad idea. Well, maybe, let's see how good the food is here first…"
Waiter Sudarshan Das suddenly appeared before us.
“For the mister and his madam, I present you your dishes.”
He put a sizzling plate in front of me. It was a boiling frog in a pot.
“This is Site Director Ben Amenhotep.”
He put a plate in front of the Mouth with Eyes.
“And this is a medium-rare Site-(√-1), just as prefer.”
And…damn it…as I was about to enjoy my meal. I woke up.
