Special Containment Procedures: The Morning Call Cafe has been closed. No persons, civilian or otherwise, are to enter SCP-6431.
Description: SCP-6431 is an extradimensional space located underneath the Morning Call Cafe in New Orleans, Louisiana.
SCP-6431 is accessed through a sinkhole in the back room of the cafe. Radar scans have revealed the space to be predominantly empty with only infrequent, unidentified movements detected within.
Exploration Log 6431-01:
Exploration Video Log Transcript
Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Rho-23 ("Vinyl Scratchers")
Subject: SCP-6431
Team Lead: Provisional Captain P23-02 - Granite
Team Members: P23-03 - Basalt, P23-04 - Pumice, P23-05 - Slate
[BEGIN LOG]
Granite: Mic check.
Basalt: Check.
Pumice: Check.
Slate: Check.
Granite: Alright, proceed.
The team descends into SCP-6431.
Houses with varying architecture span throughout SCP-6431. The space appears open. A sunrise is visible, giving SCP-6431 a red tint.
Pieces of trash are scattered across the ground. Multiple roads fork off from the entry point, and pieces of furniture sit on the sidewalks.
Pumice: The fuck? Why's it so red in here?
Slate: I don't think we're inside.
Slate gestures upwards.
Basalt: Weird-ass neighborhood.
Slate: No kidding. What's with the furniture everywhere?
Basalt: The furniture? What about the houses?
Granite: I mean, it's a space under New Orleans. Isn't that already weird?
Pumice: Why's that weird?
Granite: You really don't know?
Pumice: Oh, right, water…
A slight breeze pushes a cup across the street.
Granite: Let's get going.
The team proceeds along the left road for approximately 21 minutes. Various houses of no discernible pattern line both sides. The road branches after every 4-8 houses.
The sound of a closing door is heard, causing Basalt, Pumice, and Slate to stop. Several vaguely humanoid figures briefly appear in the windows of the surrounding houses.
Slate looks around.
Slate: Where'd that come from?
Pumice: I don't think we're alone.
Basalt: Let's investigate. What do you say, Granite?
Basalt: Granite?
Pumice: Shit, he's still moving.
Basalt, Slate, and Pumice run to catch up with Granite.
Basalt: You good?
A pause.
Basalt: Granite, are you alright?
Granite: Oh, yeah, I'm fine.
Basalt: And you'll tell us if something's wrong.
Granite: Mhm…
The team continues walking for ten minutes. Granite turns on multiple roads before stopping. and turning around.
Granite: Hey, why do you guys keep following me?
Pumice: You're the team leader.
Granite: What're you talking about? Team?
Pumice: Y'know, the exploration?
Granite: Just- stay away. Stop following me.
Slate: You-
Granite: Go!
Basalt looks around.
Slate: What do we do now?
Basalt: Let's go… right.
The team, with the exception of Granite, turns to the right and continues walking.
Slate: We're not seriously gonna leave him, are we?
Basalt: No. We'll turn on the next block.
The team takes the next turn and walks for six minutes.
Basalt holds her head.
Slate: You okay?
Basalt: Yeah, just kinda dizzy…
Slate: Why don't we take a break?
Basalt: No, we're almost there.
Slate: You heard from Granite?
Silence.
Slate: Basalt, did you hear from Granite?
Pumice: I don't think that's it.
Slate: No shit, Sherlock.
Pumice: No, I mean-
An unidentified female voice cuts in.
Female: Where have you been? I told you to be back before dinner.
Granite: I was out with some friends.
Slate: The fuck?
Female: I was worried about you.
Granite: Sorry, Mom.
Pumice: Granite, you okay there?
Female: Come on, let's get you cleaned up.
Pumice: Granite, come in.
Silence.
Slate: Granite?
Pumice: We lost him.
A pause.
Slate: Basalt, where are you taking us?
A pause.
Slate: Basalt, where are you going?
Pumice: Let's just follow her.
The team continues walking for five minutes before Basalt stops and stares up at a house.
Slate: I… I don't like this.
A vaguely humanoid figure briefly appears in a window before moving out of sight.
Pumice: Did you see that?
Basalt begins to walk towards the house.
Pumice: Oh, no, you don't!
Pumice forces Basalt to the ground.
Pumice: What's gotten into you?
Basalt: Who- who are you? What do you want?
Pumice: Basalt?
Pumice's hands begin to sink through Basalt.
Basalt stands up, leaving Pumice on the ground.
Slate: Oh god.
Basalt tilts her head slightly before removing her headset.
She opens the door and walks inside.
Pumice: Shit.
Slate: What now?
Pumice: Head back before it happens to us.
Slate: I… guess.
Pumice turns.
Slate: They're gone, aren't they?
Pumice: Probably.
Pumice and Slate walk silently for ten minutes.
Pumice: Hey, Slate?
Slate: Hm?
Pumice: What was your family like?
Slate: Why do you ask?
Pumice: I think… I understand now.
Slate: Understand what? What're you talking about?
Pumice: I just wanna know.
A pause.
Slate: I didn't have one.
Pumice: Well, you're lucky, I guess.
Slate: Lucky? How is that lucky?
Pumice: You'll understand eventually.
Pumice: I think I'm gonna go home now.
Slate: You're not making any sense.
Pumice turns to the left. Slate follows.
Slate: Pumice, where are you going? This isn't the right way.
Pumice: I told you: I'm going home.
Slate grabs Pumice's wrist and attempts to pull him in the opposite direction. He continues walking, pulling Slate along slowly.
Slate: You're coming back with me. Come on!
Pumice: It'll be over soon.
Slate: Yeah, because we're going back up! Snap out of it already!
Pumice's wrist passes through Slate's hands, causing her to stumble.
Pumice: You need to leave.
Slate: I'm not gonna lose you, too!
Pumice: You've already…
Pumice stops and walks into a house. Slate follows him inside.
The camera feed cuts out.
Two unidentified voices begin to speak.
Slate breathes heavily.
Child A: Nate! You're back!
Pumice: Hey, Syd.
Slate: Pumice, whatever that thing is…
Child B: Look, look, my tooth fell out!
Pumice: Don't forget to put that under your pillow.
Slate: Get- get away from it!
Slate screams.
The camera feed begins again, showing Slate running from the house. She continues running towards the entry point for 32 minutes.
[END LOG]
Concluding Statement: Slate was successfully extracted following the mission; however, she refused to speak about the events that occurred inside the house. Of note, the sun did not move from its initial position during the exploration.