Special Containment Procedures are somewhat vague. What exactly is the foundation doing? Are there social requirements for access? Do people exposed to it require a psych evaluation? How are we dealing with potential repeats of the cattle event?
Cthulu feels tacked in.
That's actually the idea. There's the entity was once a really big cosmic horror, but time marched on, and he went senile. His spawn stopped visiting and had their own visiting and had their own kids.
And now he's retired and his maddening nature extends as far as making people slightly forgetful while his feckless grandspawn feels neglected.
i think this is wonderful. I was just re-watching district 9 and I couldn't help but draw some comparison.: the once proud and powerful prawns living like maggots in their slum.
I remember a sci-fi short story from the 60s about almost the same thing, except the young were all lemmings, going to drown themselves in the lake where the body of their progenitor rested.
i like this poor once powerful creature having become helpless and senile. the picture of it inspired me to sympathy
+1
So it's Azathoth who got Alzheimers ? Awwww, poor thing :'(
Have an upvote…
Too Cthulhu. And as far as "bizarre reality warping in a confined space", I think SCP-1782 pulled off the concept better.
I dunno, I think they're fairly different. 1782 is pretty Lynch, while this one is just very…sad.
I think the "Azathoth with Alzheimers" thing could probably be done more…subtly (the end log pretty much shoves it in the reader's face), but as it is, it's kinda okay.
P.S.:
On second read, this thing could probably benefit from a proofread, since there's stuff like "A sensation of the interior of SCP-1406 being slightly larger than the exterior by several meters" in there…
I think you meant "several cubic meters"
"several cubic centimeters" is the amount of space taken up by the paint on the walls.
I'm rather sad you used that picture and shopped the graffiti out, but I do like the concept.
However, the timeline of the incident seems rather muddled. You say that the grandson's surname is ██████ the first time round, but refer to him as Mr. ████ afterwards (or alternatively, they are two separate people, and you completely forget to identify or introduce Mr. ████). Mr. ████ was talking for at least half an hour before the Foundation did anything, which seems odd given they have the place under CCTV and I would assume they have security staff nearby. The entire log seems to end oddly, since you've either put the closing statement at the top of the incident report or you've completely failed to acknowledge what, if anything, the Foundation did about Mr. ████'s intrusion and what happened after the sculpture appeared.
It's possible I've badly misinterpreted what you've written down here, but I'd suggest going over it because as it stands I can't make heads or tails of what's going on in the incident.
No vote for now, and I'll change to an upvote if you either prove to me that I'm an idiot with no reading comprehension abilities, or change the incident report to be clearer on what's going on.
Yeah, that was my error. I got muddled with the blackboxes at an earlier stage of editing. I moved things around a bit to try and make it a bit clearer.
I like this lots more than I should. Never thought a shed with fucking octopuses would be this compelling and unnerving. Good work.
if your reading this your gay
"I used to be with it, but then they changed what it was. Now what I'm with isn't it, and what's it seems weird and scary to me, and it'll happen to you, too!"
+1
You refer to the statue as "this figure" before you actually introduce it. Might wanna fix that. Also, the formatting for the picture blends into the text and it looks weird, IMO.
Otherwise, nicely done. It's an eldritch horror gone senile.
I'm withholding a vote because, while I like it, it's a tragic figure of fucking octopuses and I don't know what to think anymore.
It's adorable and sad. One has to pity and comfort such a creature. What else is there to think, than a desire to hug?
Living the dream, or dreaming the life?
It hasn't always looked like a pair of deseased octopuses mating. It once a resembled a great and mighty orgy of non-Euclidean, giant octopuses, or possibly squids, spanning as far as a galaxy and being worshipped by suns.
That doesn't help, does it?