SCP-7156

Item #: SCP-7156

Object class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: Camera storage of SCP-7156 has be fortified and isolated greenhouse with flowers _ The recommended size of the greenhouse is 30 x 100 meters in perimeter and 5 meters in height. Another container should be located around the storage chamber at a distance of 8-10 meters. The entrance to the storage room should be through a corridor from the beginning of the outer container to the room, with a door at the beginning and at the end of the corridor. Designated personnel should only enter the storage room wearing a suit that provides chemical protection level 2 or higher and protection against small insects. When performing work in the storage chamber, maximum precautions should be taken so as not to harm SCP-7156-K.

At its own request, SCP-7156-I can receive up to 3 kilograms of sugar each day. SCP-7156-I shall also be provided with one (1) forty-eight (48) page notepad each month, as well as books approved by the facility curator. With the permission of the curator of the object, SCP-7156-I can receive other things and substances. At the end of the month, copies of his records should be made secretly from SCP-7156-I and sent for research. Communication with SCP-7156-I should be conducted only through the Foundation's designated lawyer.

Collection and research of SCP-7156-2 can only be carried out with the permission of the curator of the object and in accordance with the protocol 003VeryHighBee-R-UA, and only in compliance with the norms of anti-narcotic protection of level 4 or higher.

Description: SCP-7156 is an anomalous species of eusocial insect bred by solomonar [REDACTED]. Although genetic analysis indicates that the species was derived from the modification of a local species of cockroach, SCP-7156 mostly visually mimics bees. They also have the features of some types of termites. SCP-7156 form a polygynous colony consisting of different castes (phenotypes), designated SCP-7156-I ("king"), SCP-7156-L ("queens"), SCP-011- UA-N ("scouts"), SCP-7156-O ("hunters"), SCP-7156-S ("saboteurs") and SCP-7156-Z (workers).

SCP-7156-I visually resembles a winged termite king. SCP-7156-I is intelligent and capable of telepathic communication, including for colony control. SCP-7156-I's intelligence depends on the number of SCP-7156-Ns contained within SCP-7156-K. It is assumed that SCP-7156-I uses them as additional computing power for its own brain. Interviews with SCP-7156-I were the primary source of evidence regarding the history of SCP-7156's creation.

SCP-7156-L are similar to the queens of termite colonies, but are smaller in size and have additional pseudo-limbs that "grow" into the hive walls. They also have an atrophied or completely absent colony pheromone control system due to SCP-7156-I performing the control function. SCP-7156-L has reproductive changes characteristic of viviparous cockroach species.

SCP-7156-N mimic bee drones, but typically have additional or branched limbs, more developed eyes, and other senses. SCP-7156-I uses them as a source of information about the surrounding environment when they are outside the hive , and as additional computing power of their own brain when solving problems when they are inside the hive. Individuals are able to move even with significant body damage.

SCP-7156-O are visually similar to local species of beetles, but with a single compound eye, and have an exoskeleton made of a stronger material - a composite of chitin and dentin. They use their developed jaws to hunt small animals, from other types of insects to small mammals.

SCP-7156-S disguise themselves as local species of flies. They have a reserve of anomalous poison, which, when directly injected from their masked sting into the animal's body, leads to a chain reaction of the transformation of blood hemoglobin into similar poison molecules. SCP-7156-S will attack large animals and humans attempting to harm a hive or large numbers of individuals.

SCP-7156-Z are visually almost identical to worker bees, but differ in behavior and internal structure. Outside the hive, they feed primarily on plant material (fungi and ants have also been observed) and produce SCP-7156-2 using altered salivary glands.

SCP-7156-K is an SK BIO type 005 ("Kiraak") individual used by the main colony as a hive. Unlike most individuals created by sarcastic cults, SCP-7156-K is the size of a beehive, retains some ability to move under the control of SCP-7156-I (via limbs disguised as hive legs), is covered in a layer of a clay mixture (typical of non-anomalous termites) with applied images of masking memetic agents, and genetic analysis shows that the basis for creation was a domestic dog (female). SCP-7156-K's udder instead of mammary glands has vessels connected to individual honey cells, teats marked with melanin spots in the form of late adititis letters. Milking SCP-7156-K is the fastest way to collect liquid SCP-7156-2 (an alternative is to manually carry SCP-7156-2 by SCP-7156 individuals and pump SCP-7156-2 out of cells by using a probe with a tube).

SCP-7156-2 is a collective designation for substances described in found notes of Solomonar [REDACTED] as honey, although some varieties differ significantly from honey in organoleptic parameters, color, or composition. Most types of SCP-7156-2 have anomalous properties. Substances with the identifier SCP-7156-2-a are visually indistinguishable from non-anomalous honey, so they must be stored exclusively in containers with appropriate labeling, as well as utensils for experiments and other temporary storage containers. Other varieties of SCP-7156-2 have significant differences, making their identification easier.

ID	Description	Notes
SCP-7156-2-a1	Buckwheat honey	SCP-7156-2-a1 causes a feeling of synesthesia. According to D-class personnel who have consumed 003-D-a1, they begin to "hear and taste " honey in other items. Produced by individuals of SCP-7156-N
SCP-7156-2-a2	Heather honey	SCP-7156-2-a2 is highly addictive. Consumption of SCP-7156-2-a2 in an amount of approximately 300-500 grams per week leads to the death of the subjects. Produced by individuals of SCP-7156-L
SCP-7156-2-a3	Lime honey	SCP-7156-2-a3 has an abnormally strong odor. It was observed that 003-D-a3 evaporates at a rate that exceeds that of similar substances by 20-30 times. SCP-1264-RU samples made from SCP-7156-2-a3 can be used for inhalation at normal temperatures.
SCP-7156-2-a4	Solar Honey	SCP-7156-2-a4 has weak poisonous properties. It has been observed that the use of 003-D-a4 in small quantities can destroy parasites in the human body, and cure or improve some infectious diseases. Produced by individuals of SCP-7156-O

Below is an incomplete description of the other created SCP-7156-2:

ID	Appearance	Properties	Notes
SCP-7156-2-b1	Golden honey	The composition corresponds to honey with impurities of andromedotoxin and unknown substances. Use causes vivid oneroid hallucinations. Subjects who were in a place with less than 50 lux of light at the time of the onset of the effect physically disappear for the duration of the hallucinations. Prolonged exposure leads to partial tolerance - activation of the abnormal effect requires larger doses, reverse materialization occurs before the end of hallucinations, etc.	Some employees had hallucinations of a distant city described as similar to Adytum.
SCP-7156-2-b2	Red honey	Unlike SCP-7156-2-b1, it does not contain andromedotoxin, but the number of unknown substances is much higher. Consumption of SCP-7156-2-b2 results in complex hallucinations consistent with the memories of individuals who have come into contact with SCP-7156-I. Repeated use over a long period of time can lead to abnormal bodily changes. Due to the risk of these side effects and possible disclosure of the data, experiments on SCP-7156-2-b2 have been temporarily halted.	According to information on solomonar [REDACTED], there have been cases of temporary abductions of travelers whose memories SCP-7156-I was examining.
SCP-7156-2-b3	Coal-black honey	The consumption of quantities of 500 micrograms or more causes an abnormal process that begins with delirium and disturbing visions, but quickly progresses to organ necrosis, the materialization of fly larvae in the body of subjects, and ends with the complete disappearance of the affected body.	There are known cases of SCP-7156-2-b3 being used as poison
SCP-7156-2-b4	[DATA DELETED]	[DATA EXPUNGED] is an antidote to the effects of SCP-7156-2-b3.	Does not prevent non-lethal collateral damage and scarring
SCP-7156-2-c1	Thick substance of dark red color	Organoleptic indicators are close to non-abnormal apple jam. It has no anomalous properties of its own, but crossover experiments have shown that the substance is able to accumulate anomalous influence from some sources.	When used to make SCP-1264-RU, allows the resulting samples to retain their properties much longer.
SCP-7156-2-d1	Black wax	Similar to ordinary wax, but a more flammable substance that has a black color and a high content of aromatic and cyclic carbohydrates. Combustion of SCP-7156-2-d1 produces a greenish flame, use for illumination increases contrast.	Mixtures with ordinary wax were used in the village near the original location to make candles.
SCP-7156-2-d2	Hard resin of various colors	A substance similar to amber. It is usually translucent and brown in color, but can turn red, purple, blue, or bright green over time. Red samples are warm to the touch, purple can cause glossolalia with unprotected contact, green have a mushroom smell, blue - [REDACTED].	Records indicate that SCP-7156-2-d2 may be used in some Lihakut'ak practices.
SCP-7156-2-e1	Liquid of pink color	A nectar-like substance that is pink in color and tastes like blood. Can be used as a medicine for porphyria. Cross-experimentation has shown that SCP-7156-2-e2 can be used as a blood substitute for anomalies that require human blood.	SCP-7156 individuals have been observed to occasionally use SCP-7156-2-e1 as food.
SCP-7156-2-e2	Opaque white liquid	The composition is similar to the "milk" of viviparous cockroaches, but it contains a relatively large amount of essential amino acids and trace elements. Employees who used SCP-7156-2-e2 claimed that the liquid "tastes disgusting", but studies have shown that human consumption of SCP-7156-2-e2 in a small quantity has a positive effect on her state of health.	SCP-7156 individuals have been observed using SCP-7156-2-е2 to feed larvae. The use of SCP-7156-2-e2 as a food additive is approved.

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To facilitate research, all SCP-7156-I diary entries have been split into two separate blocks. Translation of data is the responsibility of Dos. Acoit.

Record of the first category: Tales of Solomonar

 Story #1

"At first we knew only the Creator, and thought of him as a god. We were as foolish as men to see something stronger than them! Solomonar noticed this and corrected us.

Then we prayed to the Mother, asking her for favors and protection, and considered her a protector. Didn't she give us the Sun, didn't she give rain and wind, flowers and trees? We have again inadvertently distorted the teachings, but fortunately, it has been this way from the beginning. The Creator corrected us again, giving us the most important things - truth and memories.

Terrible PRAMATIR, who brought misfortune, and our protector, one way or another - her blood. But what difference does it make if the SATISFIED does not distinguish its squeaks from food? The child stood on the side of the afflicted, raising a spear and sticking it into the altar instead of slaves, throwing off the sacred image of the uncaring and foolish patron. The stone teeth fell on her, clamped and strangled her - but she remained intact, proudly trampling on the old tradition. The old tradition of living as [Slave, victim, nothing].
She began the war with the great Ion, the Conqueror, and still with her wondrous spear she casts down the monuments, one after another, both in our being and in our veins. We will be as free as people, because we must be together"

 Story #2

"Solomonar told me that there is only one light that you can trust - the Sun - and you have to be careful with it. In the summer it is merciless, in the winter - heartless; and if it decides to look at you through the glass, it will burn you. And it's not worth looking at him like that - you'll almost freeze, and instead of pleasant impressions, PRAMATIR herself will look at you.

In this way, we avoid everything that may not be from him: cold and stinky, hot and large, hungry clusters of light. Some people carried with them, some - lit on the spot, some they thoughtlessly did with [Light, eye, line], submitting to cruelty and sadism. Once we even asked the Creator to tame the fire, because people forgot about it, it devoured an anthill, butterflies and even a spider's home cage. Together with him, to the general genocide.

We can trust only the Creator - if he uses predatory light, then carefully and never - as a weapon. Sometimes it shows how you can do a lot of interesting things with it, and it's only for humans. On the other hand, he allowed us to befriend the sparks that fly and crawl, and we formed relationships with them… Until that day.”

Story #3

"Humans, although they are wonderful descendants of the gods, do not know how to control their anger at all. Only he who knew Nälka will be calm in the middle of the storm, because is the storm here more terrible than the end?

How many times have we seen how the inhabitants of the northern lands quarrel? They fight, argue, bury each other, hiding from the law. Is this the way? How is this different from a GRANDMOTHER who, through her age-old stupidity, turned life into a sad, sick joke?
Those who come are almost always joyless and looking for a meaning that doesn't really exist. There is a struggle. But the Wanderers do not understand this and are waiting - oh think! - that everything will come exactly or disappear exactly. Will it be better from the yoke if you get used to it?
But if they had not given up bitter medicines, many things would have been different. Perhaps humanity would ascend to the stars; maybe it would defeat the gods, who disguise the main beasts of prey under different faces? In any case, we believe that it would not prostrate itself and bow its head before those who, on the contrary, would have to pray for life.

People are so used to unnatural, disgusting and balanced like a pendulum life that they have completely tightened the blindfolds on their eyes. Someone else can be saved, I know, but when exactly? They will probably be the ones who can't live the life that everyone is offering."

Story #4

"Ion had many enemies, and a large number of them appeared when the Sorcerer-Tsar reached his apotheosis and became one whole, and at the same time - a separate devourer - from the insane universe, which is ruled by the SATISFIED. An adversary that gnaws at his own and other people's veins, that we might have a chance at the heaven we deserve.

As our Creator said, from the terrible war, the land of the blooming Eternal Lands turned into a graveyard full of disease, pain and hopelessness. Flowers did not grow there for a long time, and humanity did not blossom, prostrated before unnecessary things. Will you buy happiness?
It turned out that there were such fools among the supporters. Someone wanted money, someone - not enough fame and power. There were also those who tried to reach secret knowledge, immortality, understanding of the universe… Security. Sometimes - someone else's life, take away or give anew. Many desires, ways, but they had one end - one way or another they had to fall on their knees, their own or their descendants. One can only envy those who died earlier without marriage - although they were hypocrites, they did not blush for their kind.

Is it possible to buy freedom? No. It can only be won by piercing, piercing, knocking down with a spear, dagger, mace, club and staff. Freedom is a beast that will either bite you or become your tool"

 Story #5

"Each time in my life I heard, or perhaps thought about the sweet singing of death? Someone does not know its breath by word of mouth, someone felt hands on their shoulders, and someone was able to touch it on their own, playing like a child with a ritual dagger. One movement… All about unites one thing: they will never forget it.

But if you don't listen to one side, you will be stunned by its other side - aptly named "bright", life-giving and surprisingly soulless. Every step will turn into a mockery, and if you lose your vigilance, then eventually this too will disappear in the pursuit of peace. Why look in the face of grief, if you can spend it on happiness? And again, again, again - until there is no strength left to run from the truth.
But you will not be able to live either in a completely dark room or in one completely filled with HER EYES. We stand where these elements are chasing each other, trying to squeeze into one skin. This is our fate - to feel pain, affection, pleasure and contempt.

After all, if you listen to two [Side, voice, influence], you get an opportunity, and an opportunity is a sure way to fight against weakness of spirit"

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Record of the second category: Biographical information

 Description travel #1

" Northern lands - alone with the most unpleasant , but necessary places _ Where by the river spread out people : who settles , who in passing contemplates on thick forest through iron , a lot noisy dragon _ Those who live closer to us (for years and decades) and those who arrived quite recently are not much different from each other.

With the former, there is no harmony, they live like beasts of prey in cages: every day there will be a quarrel, and after a few months - and a new grave, hidden under duckweed, young frogs and silent boats. No one is looking for anyone there, and will not become: this is generously used by the foolish.
Life in them, as they would say, is wormy: but worms are useful and make the earth more fertile. And people? After them, even the dandelion stopped growing, and the river turned into an unpleasant swamp. The Creator spoke the truth: no matter how many colorful fabrics and precious stones you use, you will not be able to remove the rot of the soul.

Their large stone cages spoil the landscape… Although, no, they complement the entire garbage dump they have created.

Others… They come from cities even further, probably as far as five suns? Usually they stop for a short time, or spend the night in bright tents for several days, and only those who got lost visit us. Solomonar said that a person will always go around like ants, and if they are not helped in time… It's a pity, we have already seen such people, in black, killed skins. The creator forbade us to help, and came to them to throw the weakened into a ravine - it's bad, but… But maybe it's necessary?
Such people are just like babies: they are not adapted to life, although they are probably already old enough. However, unlike the first, he is thirsty for knowledge and joyful - which we could not understand. It was clear from their eyes that they were resting by being among the trees. Was there not a single tree where they were? Even in great-grandson Solomonar, I saw a broken island with flowers and a bush of flowers…

Such people often came to us. Very rarely - "on business": give advice, heal, something else. Accidents came tired, thirsty, sometimes with wounds - some entered the small hut, and some later left. Each time, as we took off after the last ones, it became even longer to fly to the iron dragon - and each time a completely different path. Behind the Sun, behind the river, against people, against the clouds… And the Creator only smiled hard and repeated: not all wounds and tumors need to be treated, because sometimes the disease is the medicine. And then he went to sleep, not closing his eyes, and praying Lovataar until the morning. He begs her to show him the right path, which has been lost for a long time."

Description of the trip #2

"In addition to ordinary people, we also saw those who knew about us and were looking for us. They looked a bit like Solomonar: someone had horns, someone was tall and strong like an oak tree, and some had unusual clothes, embroidered and with a moving pattern … There were whole processions, silent, only the metal knocking inside the hand lanterns and the faint crackling of the fire in the candles could be heard. Many searched, but many found?

Such Solomonar avoided, and ordered us to do the same. Out of curiosity… I broke this rule a bit, but I always behaved carefully. I had to find out who they were and why they looked so much like Solomonar!

It turned out that once a long time ago, even during the construction of the house of the iron dragon, this settlement, there were supporters of Saint Lovataar here. But gradually, one by one, the old marriage fell apart: they died, lost faith, language, thoughts, freedom, purpose… So there were very few of them left, but one misfortune came the red devils and completely destroyed everything. Solomonar even showed the last photo, faded like an old column in the sun, where everyone's heads are black with soot. And even the head of Solomonar, although his horns are clearly visible.

"Once I agreed to help, and I paid a higher price for everything than I could even imagine. Nothing happened, and from these ashes new people grew who tried to carry a new word. But will the ashes of a book bring knowledge?" - he asked me sadly, examining in the dim light the blood of the Mother and the black poison of the Snake Queen, with which he smeared a white, long rag - "And everyone forgot about the Mother, rejecting her as if she were useless… But can anyone help us, if not her? ".

Journey Description #3

"You never wait for fire. It's as wild as PRAMATHIR, and worth reaching out for - even wilder. If it's in skilled hands, it's easy to tame, but if someone decides to use it as a weapon?

I and several dozen more bees burrowed under the Creator's skin, nibbling up to the ribs until they felt protected. Solomonar will protect. Mother Lovataar will protect. Her spear will destroy [traitor, enemy, unsubdued]!
At the same time, our old beehive turned into ashes with memories, the house of the Creator was burned and trampled by iron beasts, screeching all the way to the ground… We slowly crawled down, it seems, underground… How much time passed, no one knew. We didn't see the sun, and the mirror with the arrows broke a long time ago and was lying somewhere in a puddle of black, oily abomination. Along with him, as a reminder of the small blood, other bees suffocated.
They fell like stars, choking on smoke at the very zenith. Perhaps some managed to escape, but the majority still remained with the Creator, living in him and patching up the wounds with honey until he made a new home for us.

Those who destroyed us were talking about the fact that we are bastards. Terrible spawn, despicable creations of the Creator and the entire cult of the Mother. But isn't the Creator one? Wasn't he left alone with a lonely fate? With the gentle Mother-Spear-Bearer?

I will remember these blue ones for a long time… Blakyt …"

 Description journey #4

" The city is disgusting place _ There all unnatural : suspicious levels streets and houses - cubes , broken ways and blink light , which something so … You fall into a dream that should have been bad, but there was not too little good in it either.

First the hive… No. At first, Solomonar gave us away, wearing strange, shabby and uncomfortable clothes for the first time in his life. A suit, he said. He did not suit him in any way, because in it he looked like an unhappy and talentless man. After some time, the Creator returned and informed us that we would go from our new home to his grandson Holy Glory.
No matter how hard I tried, Solomonar got worse, and the last days he just sat in a burnt black armchair, slowly stroking his wounds under a shawl of sunrise colors. When the strangers came, they asked something, wrote it down in a snow-white scroll, and took us and a few other things. I knew Solomonaru would get worse if he didn't continue with at least some treatment, but… Why? Why didn't he try to do otherwise? What was he waiting for? Of them? Her? Maybe HER?
For a long time we did not leave the hive, because the new world, full of bright iron monsters… And then darkness, dry, but full of old age and hatred… I remembered the fire. There were emotions, despair, anger, but here they were not. Everyone didn't care.

I left a few of my bees there as a reminder that getting dirty hands into honey is bad. They did not deserve us. They thought that they could take us away and make us slaves to make honey.
Eat if you can breathe"

Journey description #5

"The great-grandson, to whom we were given for some reason with the consent of the Holy Glory, was not even such a bad person as we thought at first. Of course, the first time he thought only about profit (he also got it for honey, but a warning is a bite), but already on the third days of our life together, he praised us for being so “patient.” Like, other bees would have stung the whole group, and we don't buzz much even at night.
He has strange reasoning, but his world is also strange.

Yairele¹ all the time bangs against the walls, loses important things, does not orientate himself by saucers with arrows, forgets words and all the time - all - tries to find himself . For some reason, he thinks that he is in his twenties, with interesting strange songs and black and white drawings. He tries to sing, draw, dance… Usually, he doesn't succeed. He has no idea (and unfortunately, no teachers or at least those who know) where to look for his true purpose.
Somewhere in the depths of his soul, he is a frightened animal, bound by imaginary and false chains. How would he explain that various gods are one and the same face?

He often carried us with him, in his pocket, without fear that we might bite him. In general, he had the same deep connection as with the Creator - black blood can dissolve, but it will not disappear for a long time. We saw amazing flowers, trees, stone ruins and cages, iron dragons controlled from within…

I hope that what I gave him brought Yarele out of the darkness. He would have to, if he could understand that he was long ago protected by the Spearman"

 Description travel #6

"It's a strange place… I know it's safe. It's really strange, because usually people are not kind and care about either profit or stupidity or something, but it's other people. They know, but they don't believe, seeing before us gods, protectors and traitors.The unknown lay us out, having a thick skin, as if knowing - not every target will be pierced by a spear the first time.

Solomonar told us to avoid [White Robes, Intolerance, Godless Priest], but these presented themselves as the Foundation. They have three arrows in a circle, and maybe they are also related to the Mother? But she has only one spear…
So many questions. If only I knew how to answer them!
No matter how many times I bite into the inside, an amazing variety of colors reigns here. The sweet blood of the Mother cannot tell me whether the people here are evil or good - all the time one or the other falls out. And so all the time. Hundreds of souls, dozens of sins and righteous deeds, and I still cannot understand which of them is who. I seem to be in fire and water at the same time, smoky and happy, in a clear sky, full of despair from hopelessness.

People in orange suits often come to us, water the flowers, and give us new notebooks. It is impossible to bite them, put them in the mouth or in the wounds Blood, respectively, also. From time to time, they collect our work in some very small glasses (they are often no thicker than a finger, so what are they for?), inspect the hive with lanterns and contemplate. Forever.

Somewhere behind me, I know they know more than they can tell. Someone is watching us, but without hatred or kindness, or even emptiness. Contemplating something thoughtless, but extremely cunning.
O Mother, my protector, shall I be happy here in the cage that these Tridents have built? Show me the way, kill my enemies, give me the way, destroy my enemies, whisper my way, confuse my enemies!"

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** Protocol communication interaction from SCP-7156-I**
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The interview was recorded by the method of written answers to the oral questions of the researcher Marovchuk. It is worth noting that some moments of the interview contain not one, but a number of questions - to save time. Entries are placed in chronological order.
The translation was carried out by Agata Akoit, a researcher and specialist in the linguistic and semiological department of District 16.

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Date and time: 6/12/20██ 11:20 AM
Interviewer: Dos. Anton Semenovych Marovchuk, 2nd admission level.
Additional staff: Dr. Akoit (translation); M.Sc. Dovzhenko (setting up technical means, as well as keeping audio recordings and protocols), agent Kovalets (monitoring the flow of communication).

Question A1: Who created you and why?

Answer A1: Our kind Creator, faithful to the victorious Mother. We do not know, but it is possible to carry the word of her? And also in helping while he remained alone in the struggle.

Question A2: One? Who did he fight against?
Question B1: Do you remember the moment of your creation? According to some of our guesses, you aren't bees.

Answer A2: Against their former [brothers, blood relations], against the INSATIABLE, against the despicable servants of God. He was left alone, and knowledge had to be passed on to him.
Answer B1: No, but… The creator said that forest are more intelligent and agile than domestics. Besides, we are not only cockroaches, but also termites, ants, beetles…

Question A3: Your Creator had a great-grandson to whom you bequeathed. Why didn't he try to correspond with him, or inquire about his life earlier?
Question B2: If you… Stand. So you use cannibalism?
Question B1: As I understand it, he combined all the good things to get you for abnormal honey?

Answer A3: Those who live in cities are buried dead even at birth. They will not understand even if they do realize; they will flee to passions, forgetting that the greatest pleasure was and will end with the [honey, milk] of the Mother.
Answer B2: We eat those who cannot understand how to save themselves. And we save little by little, if possible - not every disease or medicine will allow us to take more than the jaws.
Answer B1: No. I… We are not his slaves, not a pot of minced grain, not a herd. We are his [bulwark, heart's bulwark?], and we must also fight against PRAMATERI. We were poisoned with knowledge, I admit it, but we managed it.

Question A4: But this does not negate the fact that this great-grandson could be a good student. Besides, why then not a son, not a grandson? Why him?
Question B3: But you eat those who… According to the basic interpretation, cannibalism spreads only, firstly, in acts of necrophagy² as a necessity, and secondly, none of the sa… Followers of Nyalka eat anyone alive.
Question B2: What is a pot of mincemeat… It's like a fairy tale about a pot of porridge that boiled forever until the magic words were said.

Answer A4: Blood was shed in vain. Solomonar succumbed to the bad, and regretted that he had allowed himself to do it - if he had found someone from the elite who heard the Mother, such a regret would not have happened.
Answer B3: You seem to know quite a lot, although you try to hide it. I wonder why? Fear, fatigue, maybe imitation [happiness, darkness, hiding place]?
In any case, living wounds are always necessary, and this is known all who sought us - and those who betrayed Yavn with despair, forgetfulness and hatred. And why wait for the death of everything, if you can carefully kill only a small part of it?
Answer B2: It seems that we are talking about something in common. Solomonar often told us human stories that were supposed to teach people. But you know what very sorry

Question A5: Spilled for nothing? Did Solomonar take a vow of chastity? It does not look like what is being interpreted…
Question B4: But that still doesn't explain why you do it. It's a strange thing to save someone, at best making him disabled, and at worst - dead.
Question B3: That fairy tales are considered only children's entertainment, and none of the adults are interested?
Question D1: Tell us more about the Mother. As we understand, you call her something… Especially?

Answer A5: You can't mix a low with a big one, even if the low would be a hundred times better than the big. It is not for nothing that there is a rule: gold for the crown, bulat for the sword, lead for the fetters.
Perhaps he lost his faith and succumbed to Vultaas. It is sad. He never found anyone, and his blood mixed with clay and bone in vain.
Answer B4: Life is sad and sad [fact, joke, laughing stock], but death does not dot all the "ands". She just brings you back to the beginning… PRAMATHIR should be very angry about this, but she pays more attention to cowards and backsliders.
Answer B3: The honest truth. But that's not the point - in every fairy tale there is a moral that we were taught to be good. But you can't read a book once in your life and get all the wisdom completely - it can take weeks, years, eternity. You have to learn all the time, and relearn as well. Do you like fairy tales?
Answer G1: Spearbearer, Great Huntress, Conqueror's Second Support. A noble traitor, but that's what we call her very rarely - because although it is apt, it is very, very wrong.

Question A6: So blood should be understood as family? But what is clay for? Clay is from ancient Egyptian mythology, at least from the most popular versions.
Question B5: You somehow take away from her… Oh… No, no, no, oh. Sorry. I need to control myself better, I just remembered something unpleasant… But is this your teaching? I don't think you learned that from Solomonar.
Question B4: I… I love them very much. I like them, but among my colleagues I am… Not too mature or accurate.
Question G2: The traitor belongs to the Devas, because she was the daughter of the Matriarch herself. She left them when Yavn made her a… Deal? Condition? I'm sorry, I can't remember the word.

Answer A6: It is good to sculpt with clay when you do not have the power [manipulation, play, advantage] of the flesh, but it is a very fragile material, both for the body and for the soul. In the sun of PRAMATERI it will become too callous and destroy the blood, and in the dark it will not be able to strengthen even for a moment, disintegrating from its weight and dampness.
Answer B5: Look at our mouths, at our legs, at our wings. We bear the will of the Mother upon them, it's just that few see it behind the agony and horror of observation.
Yes, something appeared not from Solomonar, but I do not feel knowledge. I feel pain, and by it you can understand who what [see, live, scream].
Answer B4: A fairy tale is often [constructed, hammered (with nails), captive] from what was in reality. But it's worse when you try to forget the fairy tale, right?
Answer G2: Yes, but Yavn was her obedient servant, master, and teacher. He showed her real agony, drowned her in sadness, raised her in a whirlwind of happiness… No one knew this, and everyone believed that it was Lovataar who caught him and, like a hundred others, made him [keep silent, get lost, fight in all directions in a tight place]. Then she conquered her fate for the first time and offered the goddess herself as a sacrifice instead of Yavna.

Note: The interviewer is very nervous and looks devastated. He does not respond to the agent's words, continuing the interview.

Question A7: He didn't teach you that. I know your teacher. I know where you learned this knowledge.
Question B6: He could not teach this. I know your teacher. I know where you stole this knowledge.
Question B5: He didn't tell you that. I know where you learned this knowledge. And I don't want to mention him ever again.
Question D3: A monument, if I understand correctly?

Answer A7: Do you really think that we believe in other people's things? We have enough of our own, but your horror is true. What do you feel? No way out?
Answer B6: Release your pain, touch her blood shed in battles. she loves you She wants you to finally tell everything that you experienced then. Put your head in her hands and tell, pray…
Answer B5: A fairy tale cannot be forgotten as long as the moral is in your soul. But morality is different, like a ball with dozens of faces, and if you shine a light on one, it will betray all the others. Are you afraid of MOTHER?
G3 Answer: She killed her destiny to be her handmaiden and declared war on herself, the Universe, and the Empire by protecting the Sorcerer King Adithuma. Then everyone understood who was right and who was a hypocrite.

Note: The researcher begins to sway and mumble to himself. After a minute, he grabs his head, pressing his temples with his fingers, but still ignores the agent. Was caused service Sat.

Question A8: I am trying to forget this horror.
Question B7: I am trying to go this way.
Question B6: I am trying to overcome this fear.
Question D4: Were the Devites hypocritical and that part of the slaves who feared reprisals?

Answer A8-B6: It is enough to sacrifice oblivion. You ran away, but the beast is chasing you. You cannot forget the truth, because it is not hidden in your head - it has become one whole with your insides. Anoint the wounds with honey, and make new ones; open your eyes and tear off the wax from your fused eyelids ; open the breastbone, become a new hive of your hopes, which you threw into the abyss long ago.
Answer G3: Those who betrayed Yavn at all times: before, during, and after the war. And you [once existed, became] a traitor.

Note: The interview was forcibly ended due to the mentally unstable state of the researcher. Dr. Marovchuk was brought to the hospital with symptoms of PA, which started during the last questions, as well as chest pain. During inpatient treatment, symptoms of thanatophobia and neurosis caused by obsessive thoughts were observed. A psychologist from Zone-11 worked with the agent

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Incident SCP-7156-Anaemia

Incident SCP-7156-Anaemia (" Anemia " ) was taking place in period time from 07/04/20██ to 07/08/20██, that is in 10 days after end treatment researcher Marovchuk .
Incident was characterized by spreading SCP-7156-2-a2, SCP-7156-2-b1, SCP-7156-2-b2, SCP-7156-2-e1 among employees Organizations , usually by usage in food or same by physical contact with injuries by items disinfection and processing wounds ( researcher had stock plasters and bandages by permanent cuts paper ); and also unauthorized storage SCP-7156-2-e1 and SCP-7156-2-b3.
End incident accepted consider with moment getting into Marovchuk in hospital with necrosis that _ spread by infection SCP-7156-2-b3 which got into to micro wounds after [ DATA HIDDEN ]. At the moment, the researcher has problems with the hands — if only he knew how to remember the old to get back what he lost — making his future viability questionable, as well as his future work with the SCP Organization.

Get acquainted with the circumstances of the case revealed by the Organization after the "Anemia" incident
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Vector of research pond directed on method hunting SCP-7156- O and some differences defenses of SCP-7156- S are related with by attacking SCP-7156-K. In particular, he noticed that in certain cases the jaws and stinger are processed SCP-7156-2-b2.

Mavrochuk previously had a reprimand for theft and manufacture of class C amnesia substances for his own needs, as well as their uncontrolled use. Had a demotion and forced treatment for addiction to amnesic substances (caused by a previously unknown mental factor).

Under time research cult around SCP-███-UA was it was found that Mavrochuk ten years back had participation in [INFORMATION AVAILABLE ONLY PROJECT " Slaughterhouse "], three with whose stayed in branching , connected _ _ from SCP-2264. By such criteria Mavrochuk had to would have abilities to manipulation flesh , however by their absence travels theory , for which researcher used substances or anomalies which _ b brought to effect similar amnesiac class F — and rather by everything , arbitrarily —.

It has expressed nosophobia³ that by the aforementioned theory is leftovers thanatophobia by insensitivity to certain substances caused by [ INFORMATION AVAILABLE ONLY PROJECT " Slaughterhouse "], a also subconscious understanding insecurity . Thanks to this, Mavrochuk often avoided diseases or events that could seriously injure him - although he is a coward among his colleagues -.

IN personal the room residence were 4 glass ones were found test tubes from SCP-7156-2, dyes ( blue , green , red ), rubber gloves , two syringes with red and black remainders , separately folded bandages⁴, honey-soaked lotions and plasters, and a photocopy of SCP-7156's Anomalous Abilities form, with additional notes in the margins. A few notes are stuck on the back with wax, but the text is covered with a substance.

Record of interrogation of A.A. Mavrochuk
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Time and date: 14:15 07/09/20███
Interviewer: Agent Oleg Kovalets
** Interviewee **: Researcher Anton Mavrochuk

Interviewer: Well, good day, colleague. How are you doing?
Interviewee: Not funny. I can't move them, everything is like that… Torn. Like stretch marks, only huge and deep.
Interviewer: That's good, Anton, but you should have told the doctor. My task is to conduct an interrogation.
Interviewee: Sighs, turning his head away from the gaze
Interviewer: So, why did you distribute SCP-7156-2 to Site-██ personnel?
Interviewee: I tried to save them.
Interviewer: You've been saying that for days in a row. Do you understand what the consequences would be if you decided to distribute coal honey?
Interviewee: It was only meant to be a last resort. Death is the most horrible thing there is, and it's no use taking on the sin of… OH [DATA HIDDEN] covers face with wrists, rocking back and forth
Interviewer: And red? Judging by the notes, he is somehow connected with your forgotten past.
Interviewed: Shivering and in a trembling voice squirrelly Don't remind me of that. Don't say anything. Please.
Interviewee: Starts whispering something. "let me forget" and "wrong way" are heard from legible words. The researcher shakes his head, as if trying to shake off something he saw.
Interviewer: I have to, first of all. Secondly, I still do not understand why it was necessary to act so drastically.
Interviewed: Gasping We're looking for a doctor. He had to save us, from death, from pain, from lies… We, them, me. It's just a coincidence. Let me forget it and I won't do anything else to anyone. Just leave me alone.
Interviewer: Puts the documents on the table, looking fixedly at the interviewee for some time I don't understand, Anton. You are a good person. A bit of a rag, of course, but a loyal companion and friend to many of us. How did you manage to get into… Anton? Can you hear me?
Interviewed: He freezes, after a minute he starts to raise his voice Because I can't save completely. You will be absorbed. I will be absorbed. The entire Foundation, the entire Earth, the entire universe will be devoured.
Interviewer: Apocalypse?
Interviewee: Breathes heavily, then lets out a gritted laugh Every day, Mr. Obvious. It's just that your "end of the world" is so insignificant compared to PRAMATHIRYA that it's not even worth paying attention to.
Interviewee: I want to save everyone, because I remembered what I was running from ten years ago. If I forget, I will not save. If I continue to live like this, I will lose my mind. My mind is still exhausted by the burdens of knowledge, though I have long since thrown them off my shoulders.
Interviewer: Carefully re-questions Okay, but what's the point?
Interviewee: In tatters, my friend. Save scraps, if you can't save the whole fabric.

List of notes and data found in copy posts

Note 1
"They're doing the same thing I once did, but alive and under duress. Still hoping my… Self-sacrifice wasn't a bad idea."

Note 2
"If you think all the time, you can go crazy. I need someone who is still from there… I don't want to, but I miss home"

Note 3
"Their Victorious One will never come back, because she entered the mouth of the MOTHER/VICTOR⁵, looking for a way. However, there's a faint and foolish hope that I'm wrong."

Note 4
"I still can't believe that there could be an end. Even when I forgot, I didn't believe. Even when I went to church, specifically to forget"

Post near SCP-7156-2-b1: "As the Fire Prophet told, there is no knowledge that travelers seek"

Post near SCP-7156-2-b2: "What unites us and separates us. It's a coincidence, but coincidences make you think"

Post next to the words "…make copies of his records…": "We are deceiving them, but who got the truth from it?"

Post next to the words "…severe drug addiction…" circled several times: "DOES NOT WORK"

Post in the lower margins: "Before I think about whether to go home, I will try to keep my friends and colleagues safe at least a little bit. They deserve this little bit of salvation, whether they like it or not."

Footnotes

1. According to the documents, the student's name was Yarylo.

2. According to studies of the traditions of various Sarkitic cults, Dr. Pazurenko suggested that necrophagy is a ritual aimed at "breaking" the reincarnation system, thus preventing the Changeable and All-Pervading One from taking possession of the deceased. Some neo-Sarcitic cults resort to drastic changes, including both eating the dying alive and ceremonial suicide; some reject rituals, stressing that "rescuing a drowning man is the business of the drowning man himself."

3. Resisting on research ,, is big the probability that number substances not are perceived body Mavrochuk , or same have super low efficiency , in features synthetic and semi-synthetic origin

4. Mavrochuk often bandaged hands , on like bandages _ _ with ointment _ At the time of prosecution, the researcher was wearing bandages smeared with SCP-7156-2-e2.

5. There is a version that Ion won, but was forced/tempted to repeat the same thing that Yadlavaof did, unable to withstand the power of the deity. In [[ [in some stories]]] Lovataar, Orok, and Saarn died or disappeared trying to bring Osyrmork back.