PlaguePJP: XLVII
by PlaguePJP
Item #: SCP-9599
Object Class: Thaumiel
SCP-9599.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-9599 must remain active as a Foundation-run slaughterhouse under the front company GreenPastures INC. It is to be fully staffed, with 300 animals processed daily to suppress external anomalous effects.
SCP-9599-1 instances are to be monitored on-site. Per Protocol Styx-3, they must not be slaughtered for as long as possible. All remains from the standard operation of SCP-9599 are to be appropriately packaged and shipped for consumption at the end of the workday.
Staff may not request reassignment before finishing a 24-month deployment.
Description: SCP-9599 is the former Waterhouse Processing Plant, a factory farm and industrial slaughterhouse in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, focused on poultry, pork, and beef. The company was operated by Waterhouse LLC. before its closure in January of 1972.
Within weeks of the SCP-9599 closure, various anomalous phenomena began to affect the residents of Lancaster, including:
- Inexplicable, often violent deaths of pets;
- Widespread insomnia;
- An increase in grievous self-harm, especially among those with no prior mental health issue;
- An increase in homicide;
- Self-inflicted death by starvation;
- Cannibalism.
Containment began in June of 1972 following the confirmation of this activity. Prolonged inactivity within SCP-9599 correlates with the manifestation of these external anomalous phenomena. These effects lessen significantly when the plant is operational and outright disappear when SCP-9599 is filled beyond capacity.
Animals within SCP-9599 display an increasing chance of developing extreme malformations and paraphysical traits during their lifespans, henceforth becoming SCP-9599-1. No animals have been born with these afflictions; instead, they develop them over time as a result of living within SCP-9599. Per Protocol Styx-3, SCP-9599-1 entities are to be slaughtered as late as possible in their natural lifespan.
Addendum 9599.1: SCP-9599-1 Instances
Subject: SCP-9599-1-012 (Bovine)
Affliction: Subject's vocal cords fused with gastrointestinal tissue. Moaned continuously through the stomach for 18 hours prior to slaughter.
Subject: SCP-9599-1-016 (Porcine)
Affliction: Blood became gelatinous. Subject's respiration became near untenable, likely due to oxygen being unable to circulate. Subject remained alive for 7 hours until slaughter.
Subject: SCP-9599-1-019 (Bovine)
Affliction: Subject developed cyclopia over 59 hours. Upon completion, fusing of the skull left the subject with brain damage. Slaughtered after 12 days.
Subject: SCP-9599-1-022 (Avian)
Affliction: Limbs lost all organic mass below the knee. Subject remained immobile for 19 days before slaughter.
Subject: SCP-9599-1-023 (Avian)
Affliction: Subject developed adult-sized equine teeth within its beak, breaking it and fracturing its skull. Subject slaughtered after 18 hours.
Subject: SCP-9599-1-026 (Bovine)
Affliction: Subject’s internal musculature arranged itself into dense knots resembling clenched fists. Knots contracted in sequence every 45 minutes. Slaughtered after 14 days.
Subject: SCP-9599-1-027 (Porcine)
Affliction: Subject’s skin grew rigid and calcified over a period of 5 days. By slaughter, the dermis had become a thick, continuous shell. Subject remained fully conscious throughout, responding to stimuli via eye movement.
Subject: SCP-9599-1-031 (Avian)
Affliction: Legs merged into a singular, trunk-like appendage. Subject moved via undulating muscle contractions. Slaughtered after 5 days.
Subject: SCP-9599-1-035 (Bovine)
Affliction: Internal organs ceased biological function but remained metabolically active. Subject displayed no vital signs but continued responding to stimuli for 26 days. Slaughtered on Day 27.
Subject: SCP-9599-1-036 (Porcine)
Affliction: Entire circulatory system shifted outside the body, floating 15 cm above the subject. Subject remained alive and ambulatory. Slaughtered after 16 days.
Subject: SCP-9599-1-037 (Bovine)
Affliction: Subject was inverted. Slaughtered immediately.
Addendum 9599.2: Interview
Due to the nature of being stationed at SCP-9599, staff were given access to limited psychological healthcare. Below is an interview between the plant manager, Gerard Harrell and Dr. Marley Mooney.
TRANSCRIPT
«BEGIN LOG»
Mooney: How much longer?
Harrell: Seven months.
Mooney: You've been here longer than most; that takes strength.
Harrell: That’s not what it takes.
(Silence.)
Mooney: Did you volunteer—
Harrell: No one volunteers. No one. I was put into this position nearly instantly after Jerry turned himself into an ornament. Didn't even get the chance—
Mooney: We're not supposed to talk about that.
Harrell: I know. I lasted this long without talking to anyone about all of this.
Mooney: I'm supposed to tell you that's a good thing.
Harrell: Is it?
Mooney: Not everyone makes it this far.
(Harrell snorts.)
Harrell: We’re feeding the world, right?
Mooney: There are ways to have a better perspective on your circumstances. Feeding the world is a good outlook.
Harrell: Yeah, one twitching fucking thing at a time.
Mooney: Why say that?
Harrell: I think people are too comfortable asking what that costs. The people in this city. The rest of you, filing away 'another successful day without a breach.' Meat shows up clean in plastic. Reports get gold stars. Nobody asks what we scrape off the floor.
Mooney: Do you want the people to know what you deal with? How would that help you, exactly?
Harrell: No one would care. They’d complain if the price went up.
Mooney: You’re helping keep people alive.
Harrell: Yeah. But they don’t have to see what alive looks like before it stops moving. They don't have to see what alive looks like when it's forced to suffer.
Mooney: This suffering—
Harrell: At the end of the slaughter line, there’s this box of flayed heads — pig, cow, chicken. Jerry used to tell me not to go near it. Told me it was his job to deal with it. I never asked why. I didn’t want to know. But when he quit, it became mine. One thing is always left on those heads — one thing we can't clean up and package: their eyes. Every day, I walk to the end of the line, and everything I’ve killed is staring back at me, and I dump them, like trash, and they watch me on their way down, knowing it was me that did this.
(Silence.)
Mooney: Do you want to keep talking?
Harrell: Not really.
«END LOG»