SCP-7306



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SCP-7306



Tap …

Tap …

Tap …

I walk through Site-02, the tapping of my shoes echoing through the empty halls. The air is warm and damp, and I can feel the fabric of my dress shirt begin to stick to my skin. Frustrated and impatient, I continue to wander the halls until I find a strange, unmarked double door that stands out amongst the rest.

I take out my keycard labeled Ethics Committee Member — 08 and press it to the keycard scanner as it makes a happy chime. The scanner turns green, and the door makes a loud clicking sound. I look around me, left and right, seeing the empty corridors and their blinding overhead lights.

I'm alone.

I grab the handle and pull the door open, letting the light from the hall pierce the darkness that tries to cower in the corners of the room. In the middle of the room was a metal cabinet desk lit only by a sole ceiling light hanging above. I enter and close the door behind me, hearing the door click and lock shut.

I'm not alone.

I look towards the camera that's attached in the top right corner of the dimly lit room, staring at me. Its lenses focus on my face, scanning and storing my faceprint. They would know I was here. I look across the dark room and see several offline sentries standing at parade rest. I can't even imagine how many people lost their lives accidentally stumbling in here. I walk to the desk and sit in the chair, seeing the lockbox, a folder, and a computer terminal gathering dust. The folder piqued my interest immediately, its contents marred by numerous redactions. I could hear my shallow breaths stagger as I rifle through the documents, my eyes darting through, skimming the contents before moving on to the next page.

My curiosity tempted me even further.

I put the folder down and stared at the dusty LED screen of the terminal. I reach into my suit pocket and grab a small rag as I wipe the screen. Once I was done, I began to fold it, but I hesitated and threw it onto the floor. It's too dirty to put it back in my pocket.

I raise my finger towards the terminal and press the blinking power button. The screen flickers and whirs to life, showing me the oh-so-familiar logo…

Faceprint Detected …


BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL

The following file is Level 5/7306 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden and will be punishable by termination. No further warning will be given.

7306

Faceprint Recognized … Welcome EC-08!

Item#: 7306
Level5
Containment Class:
safe
Secondary Class:
azathorth
Disruption Class:
gevurah
Risk Class:
yggdrasil

Assigned Site


Site-02

Site Director


Miss Information

Research Head


[DATA EXPUNGED]

Assigned MTF


Omega-1

Assigned Site


Site-02

Site Director


Miss Information

Research Head


[DATA EXPUNGED]

Assigned MTF


Omega-1

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Photograph of SCP-7306 in active state with Foundation photographer's memory.

Item #: SCP-7306

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: As of 10/03/2023, SCP-7306's containment procedures have been updated. No Foundation personnel, except for the O5 Council and the Ethics Committee, are to know of the existence of SCP-7306. The Director of Site-02 is to be informed of the containment procedures of SCP-7306 but not its descriptive function in order to reduce information leaks. All documents, digital or physical, are to be stored in SCP-7306's storage unit and never displaced from the room.

SCP-7306 is to be contained in an unmarked private storage unit at Site-02. Multiple targeting systems and devices scanning the room controlled via Site-02's A.I. system have been installed for security purposes. Due to previous incidents, no other Foundation or site personnel are to test or use SCP-7306 for any reason.

Continuous utilization of SCP-7306 will cause rapid mental deterioration and will require psychological evaluation and therapy. It is recommended any future use of SCP-7306 is limited to one use to avoid [DATA EXPUNGED].

Description: SCP-7306 is a blank, pristine polaroid film with no distinctive identifying marks. It is impossible to be damaged or destroyed in any manner. It exhibits no visual anomalous properties until held by a human subject with average memory retention and mental acuity. The blank image is then slowly replaced by an image the subject is familiar with, usually a prevalent moment in the subject's life.

Once the image has been fully colorized in the film, the subject will be unresponsive to any interaction or communication for a short period of time. Their consciousness will then transfer to the time period to which they have traveled and experience a duration ranging from one to twenty-four (1-24) hours before their consciousness spontaneously returns to their physical body. After said subjects' consciousness returns, opening SCP-7306-2 will reveal a new polaroid film (-A to -G), containing no anomalous properties, capturing a random moment the subject was photographed as well as a new entry in the journal found in SCP-7306-2. 

SCP-7306-2 is a small steel lock box that contains SCP-7306-A to -G, a photographer's journal, several used pencils that are utilized each time SCP-7306 is activated, and a replacement lens for a polaroid camera. The journal describes events that SCP-7306-3, the photographer, has photographed and logged. It is not yet clear if the journal itself is the anomaly manipulating spacetime.

SCP-7306-3 is indicated to be Pater Beard, a famous photographer who has been missing since 2020 and was found dead in Camp Hero State Park. No other information pertaining to SCP-7306-3 is known at this time. lies


SCP-7306 Addendums


Listed below are logs, audio recording transcripts, and other information about SCP-7306 that do not fit above.




User Logged Out … Goodbye! …

The terminal slowly cried once more as the light from the LED screen slowly faded away. I stood alone in the empty room and began to process everything I gathered. I looked to my left, seeing the closed lockbox that contained dust and grime.

My heart began to race.

I would have no more regrets. I could remove the nightmares that haunt me every night, waking me up in a pool of sweat and tears. A simple "life reset" is all it was. Nobody would even know. How could they?

But what if they will?

Panic started to rise and fill my chest as I struggled to find a calming breath. I couldn't breathe and unbuttoned my wet dress shirt.

I was tempted…




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