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An image of SCP-XXXX in a Paris alleyway.

Item#: XXXX

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures:

New appearances of SCP-XXXX are to be monitored by Foundation web crawlers and lookout squads. Civilians that come into contact with SCP-XXX are to be anesthetized, however, Foundation staff are free to enter SCP-XXXX. It is recommended for Foundation staff coming into contact with SCP-XXX to leave a 25% tip, although this is not required.


SCP-XXXX is a ramen shop named “Mama Nakamura’s Ramen-ya”. SCP-XXXX will temportally manifest in various places, with a higher rate of manifestation according to certain criteria. It always manifests with the same appearance.


  • Manifests in cities, most commonly in backstreet or other alleys.
  • Manifests in cities with high immigrant populations, and in low-income areas.
  • Is more likely to manifest near those who tip well, or those deemed ‘regulars’ by SCP-XXXX-1, SCP-XXXX-2, and SCP-XXXX-3.
  • Is more likely to manifest near first and second generation immigrants.

SCP-XXXX-1 through SCP-XXXX-3 are all humans inhabiting SCP-XXXX.

SCP-XXXX-1, named Hana Nakamura, born 1913, is the head chef and founder of SCP-XXXX.
SCP-XXXX-2, named Kenji Nakamura, born 1912, is the assistant chef.
SCP-XXXX-3, named Katsuo Nakamura, born 1942, performs various chores and occasionally works as an assistant.

People are able to enter SCP-XXXX, and will be greeted by SCP-XXXX-3 once inside. Upon sitting down, SCP-XXXX-3 will take their order. After both SCP-XXXX-1 and SCP-XXXX-2 make and serve the meal, a payment of seven dollars (or currency equivalent) will be deducted from the person dining. If no monetary value is present on the person, SCP-XXXX-1 will remark “this one is on the house”.

SCP-XXXX exists outside of the normal passage of time, and pauses time for anyone who enters. This effect ceases when a person exists SCP-XXXX.



The first known appearance of SCP-XXXX is unknown, however, SCP-XXXX’s anomalous properties developed after the founding of Mama Nakamura’s Ramen-ya. Prior to 1962, Mama Nakamura’s Ramen-ya, located in █████, New York City, was a non-anomalous ramen shop. It was founded by SCP-XXXX-1 and SCP-XXXX-2 in 1932, after the pair immigrated to New York City.

No records of Mama Nakamura’s Ramen-ya, SCP-XXXX-1, SCP-XXXX-2, or SCP-XXXX-3 can be found after 1962. This is presumably when Mama Nakamura’s Ramen-ya became SCP-XXXX and gained its anomalous properties.

Foundation investigation of the old Nakamura residence discovered SCP-XXXX-3’s diary, preserved by the current owners, in his old bedroom. The following passage excerpt is translated from Japanese:

10/20/58 (16) (20)

Hi, diary.

I’m not feeling too happy right now. You know Lucy? I thought she liked me back, but she laughed at me when I asked her to a movie. Her brother called me names too, and closed his eyes to mock me.

No one likes me in school. I hate it. Everyone knows me as the Japanese kid and no one likes hanging out with me.

Mom came here to start a new life, a new home, but I just feel alone. I want to work at the restaurant, but Mom says I’m not old enough. Maybe when I’m 18, she says.

I hang around the restaurant after school, though. We live right above it, in a tiny apartment with only three rooms, so the restaurant is where I hang out after school. I can talk with some of the regulars, especially Benjamin, and maybe read a book or two. The real fun part, though, is watching Mom and Dad in the kitchen.

They’re always tired when they go upstairs and go straight to bed, but they become something else when they work. The chatter of hungry diners, the sizzling of pork and the banging of pots and pans beats a new life within them. They become two halves of a whole, kinda. It’s stunning to watch how they’re able to cook around each other with such ease.

I wish I could see them like this outside of the kitchin. I wish I could… be like that. Have something that'd ignite a fire within me.

I don't know. I dread going to school to get laughed at and Mom and Dad are always tired when they get home so they never see me and Lucy doesn't like me and I only have Benjamin to talk to. Who's just a random businessman trying to eat something hot on his lunch break.

I'm so lonely, damn.


Hello, diary.

It's been a while, huh? I feel bad. I only really talk in here when I feel really sad or something big happens.

Mom and Dad got into a fight today. They wake up at 5 AM now, and go to bed at around 11 PM. I don't even get to see them anymore, they're so busy making a living.

I don't even know what they fought about. They just had so much pent up anger, they started screaming at each other.

I left halfway through the argument and went to walk around. No one noticed me or even gave me a second glance. I bought a couple of comics with some nickels in my pocket. And know I'm writing in this while crying in a tucked-away corner of the bookstore.

I don't want to return home. I don't even know where I'd go, if I were to run away. Japan? Even if I could, somehow, get there, I don't belong there. I know nothing about Japan besides the stories Dad tells me about high school and Uncle Sachimo. Or maybe I'll join some greasers, like Mom keeps warning me about, and vandalize a school or something.

I might have to leave here soon. The guy manning the cashier has been glaring at me for a couple minutes.

I'll just… walk around until they fall asleep, and then sneak back in. I guess. I don't know maybe I'll just sleep outside or maybe in the kitchen?? I don't know???

Futz, I'm crying again. I'll stop before my tears smudge my writing.





Ok so I've calmed down now, but I can't tell you how fudzing groovy it was! The heat of the kitchen, and the rush of focusing on so many things at once brings out an energy within you I didn't know I had.

But, the best part is when you serve a customer food. When people taste their food and smile, it might be the greatest feeling in the world.

When Benjamin tasted my food, he said that it was one of the most amazing things he's ever tasted. Mom hugged me after that, and even Dad gave me a pat on the back.

I had to excuse myself for the bathroom afterwards, because I didn't want them to see me cry. I'm just… so happy I did something useful. Making food for someone and making someone happy is such a rush!!!

I get why Mom and Dad are so in sync in the kitchen. No matter their fights, their occasional bickering, cooking for people makes you feel as if you're serving a purpose in life.
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