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SCP-XXXX

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is kept under constant quarantine, with shifts of two guard squadrons rotating out every three to four months. The majority of the rooms inside have been sealed off, with access remaining to the kitchen, sitting room, and first floor bathroom.

SCP-XXXX-1 is under video surveillance, and motion sensors in the basement of SCP-XXXX are connected to a lockdown system installed into the house's doors. Due to the nature of SCP-XXXX-1, any possible threats stemming from its interior are near-impossible to handle without memetic contamination, but quarantine has thus far proven to be a successful deterrent for unwanted entities.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a 2-story suburban house in Alta Verapaz, Guatemala. Prior to Foundation seizure of the property, no registered homeowner had existed for over twenty years, and though numerous signs of entry were present, the house did not appear to have been lived in at any point. The majority of SCP-XXXX is non-anomalous, however the basement contains an unclear anomalous location that descends below the house into a complex network of tunnels known as SCP-XXXX-1. SCP-XXXX-1's interior appears to have antimemetic properties, or properties similar in presentation. Due to its nature, SCP-XXXX-1 possesses further, unconfirmable qualities.

[Begin Log]

Dr. Rouslin sits down across the table from SCP-XXXX. SCP-XXXX is smiling, and holding its arms across its face, seemingly in an attempt to suppress laughter.

Dr. Rouslin: Hello Richard, I hope you've had some time to think since our last interview.

SCP-XXXX bursts out laughing, much to the dismay of Dr. Rouslin, who appears uncomfortable.

Dr. Rouslin: Richard, I don't understand what you're finding so funny. I just want to know when your anomalous properties began to manifest.

SCP-XXXX: Sorry, I just… I was thinking about something I remembered.

Dr. Rouslin: Care to elaborate?

SCP-XXXX: Well, there's this scientist, right, and you will not believe what he turns himself into.

Addendum 01 - Exploration Log:

Foreward: MTF Numa-3 ("The FUNNY NAMES") was sent to explore the interior of SCP-XXXX, and possibly locate the source of its anomalous properties. The unit consisted of N-Comm: Commander Riley Traevis, N-Right: Lieutenant Cyrus Carven, and N-Small: Lieutenant Deborah Whit.


MTF Numa-3 approaches approaches the house. N-Comm leads, followed by N-Right, with N-Small taking up the rear. All three are armed with basic defense rifles and equipped with ExEq-34, an experimental padded gearsuit that teleports its wearer to its base station (currently located across the street from SCP-XXXX) at the push of a button.

N-Comm: I just started my bodycam, you guys ready?

N-Small: You betcha!

N-Right: Shut up. Just please shut up.

N-Small: Jeez okay cranky.

N-Right: I reserve the right to be cranky. This is terrifying, and we have literally no idea what we're getting ourselves into. It's some sort of info-eater.

N-Comm: That's why we've got this.

N-Comm activates their ExEq-34, teleporting across the street onto the base station.

N-Right: Yeah but what if something is quicker than we are?

N-Comm: Would you two prefer if I put it in emergency mode? That way if any of us use our suits, we'll all be transported out at the same time.

N-Right: Yes. Very much.

N-Comm: Deb?

N-Small: I'm cool with that.

N-Comm: Perfect.

N-Comm spends the next few minutes reconfiguring each member's ExEq-34, before entering SCP-XXXX. Continuing behind N-Comm, the group descends into the basement, and locates SCP-XXXX-1.

N-Right: Christ, is that it?

N-Small: It's a big… cave? The document didn't say anything about a cave.

N-Comm: It's what we're exploring. Everybody have your respirators handy?

N-Right: Yes

N-Small: Yep

N-Comm: Good, put them on.

The group collectively adorns their respirators. N-Right turns on his flashlight, and hands it to N-Comm, who steps into SCP-XXXX-1.

N-Right: The walls and floor seem to be lined with a strange purple liquid, should I take a sample?

N-Comm: Oh, yeah sure, good call.

N-Right produces a plastic beaker from his bag and scrapes a small amount of the liquid inside.

N-Right: There seems to be even more up ahead, it looks like it's dripping from the ceiling as well.

N-Small: We've got equipment, we're fine.

N-Comm: Oh fuck-

N-Comm trips on a rock and lands on the floor, covering their suit and body in the liquid.

N-Small: Are you okay, Riley?

N: I'm fine, we need to keep moving.

N-Right: You're covered in an unknown substance, we need to turn back.

N: You're both covered in it too, and besides, I'm fine.

N-Small: We will be covered in it if we keep moving forwards, this whole place is absolutely dripping with it.

N: So be it.

MTF Numa-3 continues forwards for approximately 10 minutes, descending further into SCP-XXXX-1.

N: Stop, I hear something.

N: What?

N: Like… well, I'm not sure. Just… a sound.

N: I think you might be getting a little paranoid, I didn't hear anything.

N: Maybe… still though.

The group continues forwards for a small amount of time, in SCP-XXXX-1. A noise comes from a direction.

Someone: Okay that was definitely louder then last time.

Someone: Wait, who said that?

Someone: I did.

Someone: Oh, okay.

Something does something somewhere.

Hey, what's this?

Someone does something to something.

I'm not sure, put it in the thing for something to be done to it at a time.

Roger.

Something does something somewhere.

This is weird. This is weird, right?

Who?

Something does something somewhere. Oh my god, what the hell is that? Someone do something to their thing! At a time! Something is no longer something. Something happens. Something happens. Something happens. Something does something to something.

Events transpire over an amount of time.

Someone exits somewhere with something.

N places N on a table somewhere.

N-Right attempts to revive N-Comm but is unable.

Something does something, causing something to happen. N-Right and N-Comm are transported to the base station.

N-Right: Shit.

Someone: Shit.

[END LOG]