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SCP Foundation
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No information regarding any specific location on Earth is to exist on SCP-4885’s file unless given direct permission by the O5 Council.
Item #: SCP-4885
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Currently, it is only theorized that SCP-4885 is contained. To further elaborate, SCP-4885 is contained within an unknown Class-17 Containment Chamber in an unknown site. In the event that SCP-4885 breaches containment, Procedure Invenient Eum is to be enacted, which consists of the following procedures:
No personnel who are aware of SCP-4885’s existence are to go within 100 meters of any Class-17 Containment Chamber. Several signs and warnings have been placed around each chamber, labeling it as a water treatment room, and that attempted access is punishable by immediate amnestication and loss of employment as decided by the Ethics Committee.
These warnings tell personnel to report to a nearby Automated Site Overseer of any leaks from the chamber, in which the person will be visually amnesticized by the Overseer, and Procedure Invenient Eum will be reenacted. For more information regarding the composition of Class-17 Containment Chambers, please consult Document 7631.00.
Currently, SCP-4885-1 instances that are located via far2.AIC are contained within Location i. The whereabouts of Location i is only known to far2.AIC. Currently, far2.AIC is connected to 80% of CCTV security cameras within the United States, and 40% of total CCTV security cameras on Earth.
SCP-4885-1 instances discovered by far2.AIC will have specialized Foundation carrier drones to be dispatched and attempt to grab the body, and carry it to Location i, using routes that minimize the chance of unwanted civilian interference. In the event that a civilian notices a drone and SCP-4885 breaches containment, the drone will send an «All Alert» message to SCP-4885’s containment team, and Procedure Invenient Eum will be enacted.
In the event that Location i’s whereabouts are discovered at large, the next personnel located within Document PAINT-THE-TOWN-YELLOW will establish the next Location i, and their immediate family will be notified of their death.
Description: SCP-4885 is an anomalous humanoid resembling the main character of the popular series of puzzle books «Where’s Wally?» (known in the US as «Where’s Waldo?»). This entails that SCP-4885 wears a horizontal red and white striped shirt, a red and white bobble hat, and jeans. However, a noticeable difference in appearance from the character is the entity’s paler skin and the lack of eyes.
SCP-4885 will then proceed to pull themselves through the subject, destroying their internal organs and their spine. Once this has occurred, a yellow liquid will exit the corpse’s mouth and will cover the subject entirely, which causes it to become an SCP-4885-1 instance. SCP-4885 will remain in its current location, occasionally patrolling the area, until another person discovers its location once again.
However, if SCP-4885 is close enough to the subject when they discover its location, they will instead approach the subject, attempt to climb into the subject’s mouth, enter their abdomen and exit their body through the subject’s pelvis. During this time, SCP-4885 can easily dislocate/relocate any joint in its body, and its skin and muscles will gain the consistency of a malleable solid, allowing it to easily climb into and out of the subject.
SCP-4885-1 instances are anomalous corpses that were created by SCP-4885. The entire body of an SCP-4885-1 instance is covered in illustrations similar to those found in Where’s Wally? books, with many different characters appearing on the instance’s skin. These illustrations originate from the liquid that exits the corpses’ mouth. Currently, no instances of the cartoon character «Wally» have been found on an SCP-4885-1 instance. These illustrations cannot be removed from the subject unless the skin it is placed on is removed.
If a subject knows the location of any given SCP-4885-1 instance, SCP-4885 will teleport itself to the subject and kill them in the exact same manner as if they discovered SCP-4885 itself. This will also transform them into an SCP-4885-1 instance.
SCP-4885 was discovered residing in [LOCATION REDACTED] within a small wooden house. Mobile Task Force Chi-19 («Unrelenting Punishment») was sent to capture an entirely separate anomaly, and did not know of SCP-4885’s existence.
Subjects: Amelia Merrick (M-1), James Klein (M-2), Kurt Stoll (M-3)
M-1: Mic check.
M-2: Yup.
M-3: All good.
M-1: Equipment check.
M-2: Everything’s working as intended.
M-3: Ditto.
M-1: Transcript number… 67. We are entering the house.
M-3: No one’s talking to you Melly.
M-2: Oh, stop it. Now is not the time, Kurt.
M-3: Heh, right, sorry.
The group enters the house.
M-1: Initial descriptions of the object were a pair of black spectacles capable of killing the user, and covering their body in strange pictures from an unknown children’s book.
M-3: It was obviously Where’s Wa-
M-2: Kurt, stay professional.
M-3: I just want to bring some life into M-1’s robotic speech.
M-1: I’m trying to keep my job, Kurt.
M-2: Ahem.
M-1: Sigh Right.
The group search the ground floor for the object, and begin to go upstairs. Scraping noises are heard below them, but the group does not notice this.
M-3: There’s a picture on the wall.
M-1: Hmm?
M-3: Yeah, looks weird. Looks like crayon.
M-2: Take a picture.
M-3: Already on it.
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M-2: Good. Think it has something to do with the anomaly?
M-3: Of course. It looks like Waldo.
M-1: Do any of you have an idea on where the object may be?
M-3: Er, I think it’s in here.
M-1: Which room is this?
M-3: Um… Bathroom. There’s a toilet and a… a shower, yeah. At least I think it’s a shower.
The room is circular, with a normal porcelain toilet at the other side of the room. There is a small depression into the floor, leading to a small drain.
M-2: Strange… what kind of shower is this?
M-1: There is a modified sprinkler on the ceiling. There’s a switch on one side of the room that, I assume, would activate the sprinkler. Seeing as this house has been abandoned for several years, I doubt it would work.
M-3 activates the switch. Water begins to come out of the sprinkler.
M-1: I stand corrected. Who is paying the water bill for this to work? Is it still hot?
M-3 touches the water, and immediately recoils in pain.
M-3: Gah… it’s scalding.
M-1: Who is…
M-2: I have discovered the object. It was rested… uh, resting on the toilet.
M-2 is seen holding a pair of black circular glasses. The lens appear to be missing.
M-1: Good. You know the drill.
M-2 carefully examines the object, checking for fingerprints or any other traces of evidence. A small set of fingerprints are discovered on the temples of the glasses, which are revealed to be his own.
M-2: Yup, these are the ones. I’ll put these in a baggie real quick.
M-2 produces a plastic bag from a small container around their waist, and places the glasses inside.
M-3: There’s an inscription here. It’s in… uh, [REDACTED].
M-1: Where?
M-3: Over here, on the wall.
The phrase «[REDACTED]» is seen on the wall in [REDACTED].
M-3: This was definitely not here when we first got here. Should we just leave it be and tell command about this, or?
M-2: It’s most likely memetic. Here. let me translate it. I have training.
M-2 takes out a small Foundation-made translator, and inputs the phrase.
M-2: Huh, well never mind, doesn’t appear to be memetic. It says… «The basement. The corpses from a child’s book are in the basement. He is there too. Fr-. » And then it cuts off.
M-3: Hm. Take a picture and we’ll send it ba-
M-2 begins to groan and hold their stomach.
M-3: Are you okay? What happened?
A set of fingers exit M-2’s mouth, and grab their jaw. The hands push down, launching the jaw across the room. SCP-4885 exits M-2’s body.
M-1: W-what the f-
Both M-1 and M-3 begin shooting at SCP-4885. The entity charges towards M-1 and shoves their fingers down their throat, and begin clawing into their mouth by unhinging their jaw.
The audio is abruptly severed.
When the transcript was received by a nearby site, the site almost immediately went into lockdown as SCP-4885 killed most of its personnel. The O5 Council enacted an emergency meeting, and Procedure Invenient Eum was created. Shortly after this, the procedure was enacted, and SCP-4885 was theorized to be contained. All information regarding SCP-4885’s location of discovery was removed via an automatic algorithm, and SCP-4885’s file was created.
Addendum
Note from Lead Researcher Andrew Pent
Recently, I was alerted to the apparent danger of SCP-4885 and the corpses that it creates. Sure, we have Procedure Invenient Eum, but there are presumably hundreds of SCP-4885-1 instances out there that we cannot contain at all, as even the O5 Council has stated that they do not know how to contain the corpses. Here’s my proposal. I will require no D-Class, nor any help from anyone.
I will create an algorithm for drones and other machines to detect SCP-4885-1 instances, grab them, and deliver them to a specific location, which I will refer to as Location i. Location i, as far as any of you are concerned, will not exist.
This «Location i» will be known to no one except for me, and me alone. I will establish Location i in the algorithm that I have created, and I will allow SCP-4885-1 instances to be dropped off at Location i. Any of you that know SCP-4885’s effect know where this is going.
Once Location i has been established, and the algorithm is up and running, I will exile myself to a location that, as far as any of you are concerned, will not exist. I will cast myself to the forests, and I will wait for SCP-4885 to take me. Roughly three days after I exile myself, activate Procedure Invenient Eum, and do not go looking for Location i.
If you’re reading this and you’re not an O5, then everything that I just said has already happened, and this proposal is a success. No need to pray for me. Instead, pray that you never find Waldo.
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SCP-4885
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Summary
SCP-4885 is a humanoid Keter class anomaly outwardly resembling the children’s book character Waldo, other than its pale skin and lack of eyes. When anyone is aware of its location, SCP-4885 will seek to kill said person, mostly through teleporting inside their body and destroying their insides before coming out from their mouth. Those who die to SCP-4885 become instances of SCP-4885, corpses covered in illustrations resembling Where’s Waldo pages. These corpses act similarly to SCP-4885, in that knowing their location will cause SCP-4885 to become active.
Powers and Stats
Classification: Keter Class Anomalous Entity
Powers and Abilities: Superhuman Physical Characteristics, Body Control (Can cause its body to become akin to a malleable solid, allowing it to make its way through a human body), Intangibility (Can phase through walls to teleport), Teleportation (Can teleport inside its victims by passing through walls), Creation (Can produce a yellow liquid when getting out of its victims’ body), Biological Manipulation (Can force this yellow liquid on its victim’s skin, causing it to showcase examples of pages from Where’s Waldo?), Cosmic Awareness (It is automatically aware of anyone who is aware of its location or the location of SCP-4885-1 and can easily find them, regardless of where on Earth they are)
Attack Potency: At least Street level (Can pull itself through an entire person’s body, destroying their internal organs and spine. Can unhinge someone’s jaw with enough force to send it against the floor at high speed)
Durability: Unknown (Unaffected by common weapons used by the Foundation, was able to kill an entire site’s worth of personal one by one without being killed)
Range: At least planetary
Standard Tactics: It will automatically attack anyone who is aware of its location or the location of SCP-4885-1. If they are far away, it will phase into the nearest wall and re-appear inside its target, coming out from their mouth. If the target is nearby, it will instead try and force itself into their mouth, passing through their entire body and coming out of their pelvis.
Weaknesses: Its ability doesn’t activate if the description of its location is too vague
SCP Foundation
Secure, Contain, Protect
Anomaly Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Earth has been designated a Category-H 1 Quarantine Zone. Instances of SCP-4887 are to be contained on-sight and stored in any available airtight containers, which are then to be transported via drone to Subterranean Storage Warehouse PERIANTH. Human presence within 20 kilometres of SSW-PERIANTH is to be treated as a breach of quarantine protocol, and may result in termination.
Humans displaying signs of infection by SCP-4887 are to be dispatched via orbital strike.
An instance of SCP-4887.
Description: SCP-4887 are numerous organisms physically identical to the larvae of Western honey bees (Apis mellifera). SCP-4887 do not mature into adult bees at any point, but instead crawl constantly towards materials intended for human consumption, into which they bury and lie dormant. There is no known limit to the range of SCP-4887 instances’ sense of direction; a single larva can detect a small quantity of food over more than 150 kilometres. SCP-4887 are impervious to physical harm, and can survive for seemingly indefinite periods of time without sustenance, oxygen, or light.
When ingested by a human subject, SCP-4887 affix to the wall of the digestive system and trigger massive alterations in the subject’s physiology. All bones in the cranium and jaw will immediately fracture, and muscle and fat in the neck, chest, and arms will move upwards and pack itself around the face; the subject’s mouth will then deform to create an opening between 2 and 5 metres in diameter, with elongated teeth spaced evenly around the edge. The subject will involuntarily clamp this opening to the ground, and its tongue will engorge and begin excavating dirt or other materials in an effort to seek organic compounds. This is considered Stage 1 of infection, and full progression through the stage typically takes between 2 and 20 minutes.
Between two days and three weeks after the completion of Stage 2, Stage 3 will begin; the subject’s legless torso will engorge and take on a purplish hue as the insides are consumed by newly-formed SCP-4887 instances. Hostile engagement is not advised at this point; the larval sac will not rupture unless provoked, but if burst will eject a highly pressurised, caustic fluid, along with several thousand more SCP-4887. Newly created instances are vulnerable to high-energy impacts, but become functionally indestructible
5 hours after sac-rupture. There are currently 430 known Stage 3 subjects worldwide.
Addendum | Incident 4887-10A86: On 2050-09-02, the longest-surviving Stage 3 subject (formerly Mr. Randall McAllister, infected 2038-08-22) was the target of an anomalous apian entity (AE-4887-1) approximately 350 metres in length. The entity visually resembled a queen honey bee, but with a more elongated and aerodynamic form, and several dozen more limbs of varying length. No wings were recorded, but eyewitness reports include six translucent discs orbiting the entity as it moved.
AE-4887-1 entered the atmosphere after spending three hours in Low Earth Orbit, and during its passage detached the subject’s larvae-filled abdomen from its limbs and neck. The entity then exited through the cloud layer and either demanifested from local reality, entered some form of FTL jump, or employed a hitherto undiscovered cloaking mechanism. Its current location is unknown, as are its nature, species, or anomalous capabilities. Mr. McAllister has been recognised as deceased following the rapid desiccation of his remaining tissues.
SCP Foundation
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From: MRoberts4@Scipnet (Agent Macie Roberts, Classification Level Nx-56/4886; Employee Number 4947)
To: CStephens6@Scipnet (Director Cian Stephens; Classification Level XF-4; Employee Number 1048)
Re: SCP-4886, URGENT
Date: 21/06/1990
Nx-56, with SCP-4886 visible in the background.
Special Containment Procedures: An Exclusion Zone has been established around the legal boundaries of SCP-4886. It is surrounded by a 3 meter high chain-link fence. Nearby residents believe it to be the private property of Agent Jonathan Lancelot; assigned personnel are to act accordingly. An Interior Zone has been established 1 kilometer from the Exclusion Zone’s edge, surrounded by a fortified perimeter. Personnel are restricted from entering this Interior Zone outside of deep cleaning operations.
SCP-4886-A’s population is managed by Task Force He-2 («Yogi’s Nightmare»). TF-ה2 is responsible for enforcing existing anti-trespassing measures, as well as neutralizing SCP-4886-A found outside of SCP-4886’s Interior Zone (excluding human births, which are to be handled by appropriate medical personnel). Civilians attacked by SCP-4886-A are to undergo Class-A Amnestic treatment under the guise of trauma therapy.
As per the Nexus-56 interaction protocols, the Foundation has taken over Summerstone’s law enforcement and parks services agencies. Civilians are aware of SCP-4886-A’s existence, and have been encouraged to report sightings through the appropriate channels. Standard disinformation protocols have been implemented.
Screen capture from a field recording taken within the Interior Zone.
Description: SCP-4886 is Willinggami Woods, a forest surrounded by the town of Summerstone, Wales. It is a temperate rainforest, with a largely-endemic ecosystem that has been threatened by SCP-4886-A.
SCP-4886-A is the collective designation for animaloid entities found within SCP-4886. Physiologically, instances are diverse, though many bear a superficial resemblance to members of the phylum Platyhelminthes (otherwise known as «flatworms»). They are aggressive and invasive, having nearly destroyed Summerstone’s ecosystem prior to Foundation involvement.
Although largely confined to the center of SCP-4886, SCP-4886-A’s population will infrequently swell to and beyond its borders.
HISTORY
Initial containment began on 18/07/1975 following increased Nexus engagement efforts as part of the Delta-Unseelie project.
Prior to discovery, SCP-4886 had been owned by a succession of private individuals, having traditionally been willed to a protégé of the previous owner. Such owners were traditionally tasked with protecting Summerstone from SCP-4886-A.
At the time, SCP-4886 was under the ownership of Jonathan Geirstein Lancelot, a 24-year-old law enforcement officer that had been willed the property three years prior by the late Anthony Bram Lindell. Mr. Lancelot’s familiarity with SCP-4886 and his proficiency in hunting SCP-4886-A proved vital to initial containment efforts, leading to his employment in an official capacity.
Research into the history of SCP-4886 has proven inconclusive; SCP-4886-A appears to have been present for as long as the local population can remember. Attacks, while infrequent enough that few large-scale depopulation efforts were executed, were accepted and expected by local residents.
With the assistance of Agent Lancelot, modern containment efforts were finalized on 21/12/1975.
On 06/08/1989, a decision was made to perform a deep-cleaning excursion into SCP-4886, with the intention of discovering and curtailing the primary source of SCP-4886-A’s population. This decision was made in the wake of a string of attacks against the population of Summerstone beginning on 01/08/1989.
An instance of SCP-4886-A gnawing on a bone.
These attacks were notable for their complexity, often occurring in locations that SCP-4886-A had not been thought capable of entering (such as private residences). Evidence suggested that SCP-4886-A had advanced to the point of rudimentary sapience, having demonstrated proficiency in controlled arson, lock-picking, and burglary.
Mobile Task Force Epsilon («Lights in the Dark») was brought in to assist TF-ה2 in containment efforts. The joint task force was split into three groups; one was responsible for finding and neutralizing SCP-4886-A’s primary source, while the other two dealt with thinning the population.
The primary team (henceforth referred to as H2E1) consisted of the following personnel:
The following logs have been excerpted for the sake of brevity.
Expedition Log 4886/8.1989.H2E1.1
The log opens with a view of the Eastern SCP-4886 checkpoint, from the point of view of Agent Lancelot’s helmet’s onboard camera.
Lancelot: This is Agent Lancelot, Task Force He-Two, here with the lovely Mobile Task Force Epsilon. Can we get a role call?
The view pans across the members of H2E1, all of whom are double-checking equipment. Of note: Agent Glines is having difficulty with his boots.
Hae: Hae Ji-young, Mobile Task Force Epsilon.
Glines: Griffeth Glines, He-Two.
Norman: Agent Norman, Epsilon.
Goyal: Uh… Dr. Goyal, researcher for Mobile Task Force Epsilon.
Lancelot: Good, good.
Glines: Role call’s new.
Lancelot: New faces, Grif.
The camera moves back to examining the checkpoint. Post-mission analysis reveals that an avian instance of SCP-4886-A is briefly visible in the low foliage, which Lancelot ignores.
Lancelot: It’s a beautiful overcast day in Willinggami Woods, SCP-4886. Team two and three have moved in, hopefully drawing the dash A’s attention away from us for the time being. Team one’s ready to go in, scope things out, we got enough supplies to do that for a week and enough tape to record three days of that week. Whenever you’re ready.
Lancelot waits for an affirmative from the other four, approximately 45 seconds. Glines is the last to affirm; the team moves in shortly after.
H2E1 continues through SCP-4886, lead by Hae with Norman guarding the flank. Lancelot keeps watch around the sides of the team, although his gaze occasionally turns to Hae.
Lancelot: Juuuuust checking back in, team’s proceeding inward. Everything’s looking good…
Goyal: Is this normal for him? The radio voice?
Glines replies, though his response is indistinct.
Lancelot: Eh, it pays to be a little lighthearted. All this is a very stressful job, and that’s before-
Norman: Shos 1 spotted.
Norman is heard firing at an off-screen target, startling the other members of H2E1. Lancelot immediately turns to Norman, whose rifle is trained on the corpse of a deer. The deer’s ventral torso has ruptured; as Lancelot comes closer, a cervine instance of SCP-4886-A can be seen devouring its mother’s viscera.
Dr. Goyal comes into the camera view, crouching down to examine the instance.
Hae: Don’t touch that. Please don’t tell me-
Goyal: Just relax.
Removing his backpack, Dr. Goyal retrieves a field forensics kit and begins examining the deer’s corpse. The camera shifts focus to Hae (who is retching), then Glines (who alternates between staring at the deer and looking away), before settling back on Dr. Goyal.
Analysis of SCP-4886-A-288
A-288’s physiology was unsuited for life outside the womb. Lacking an effective means of locomotion, A-288 would have been forced to crawl on its belly, exposing it to dirtborn pathogens and frictional burn. In place of eyes were eyespots, which would have provided insufficient sensory input to properly respond to predators. Despite this, A-288 possessed a fully functional digestive system, though one typically suited for the digestion of meat.
In addition to A-288, A-288’s mother was carrying a non-anomalous stillborn fawn.
H2E1 have proceeded further into SCP-4886 with little interruption.
Norman: Damn it, won’t come off.
Glines: The blood’s not fun to wash out. Still, it’s better than letting it live.
Norman drags the sole of his boot against a nearby rock.
Hae: Yeah, Christ. Epsilon’s seen some shit, but I don’t deal with that every day. I don’t know how you and Jack manage.
Lancelot: Really, I think I’m just used to it. Live here long enough and you pretty much have to.
The camera once more turns to face Hae, who is looking back to Lancelot. Hae blinks, before quickly turning away. Glines clears his throat.
Hae: Right. So, before we hit the IZ, anything in particular we wanna be looking for?
Hae turns back to face Lancelot, then Glines.
Glines: You know, I think it’s just-
Lancelot: If I may? Most of the attacks, the ones I’ve seen, that requires opposable thumbs. Usually, that means it’s a primate. Now, Wales has exactly two primates, and both are bipeds. That narrows the kinds of tracks down. Given that no one’s died from seeing something, that leaves humans. If they’re anything like us, they’re smart enough to use tools.
Goyal: I don’t quite like that implication.
Glines: I mean, given the attacks, I don’t know what else could do this.
Goyal: Not that. The, uh, the human part. That means they have humans.
Lancelot: Or something else.
H2E1 have approached the Interior Zone’s Eastern Checkpoint, approximately 1 hour and 10 minutes into the mission. Little of interest has occurred since Log 1.3, and H2E1 perform a standard check-in and pass through the Checkpoint without incident.
Six minutes pass without incident.
At approximately 1:16 into the footage, Lancelot’s camera briefly picks up an instance of SCP-4886-A (hereby designated A-289) hiding in a nearby bush. Neither Lancelot nor any other member of H2E1 acknowledge it at this time.
At 1:19, while H2E1 deliberates on where to head next, Lancelot calls the team’s attention to a nearby stream, where A-289 can be seen wading through the shallows. Hae and Norman fire towards it, injuring but not killing it, causing the instance to retreat further down the stream.
The rest of the footage consists of H2E1 chasing A-289. At the 2 hour mark, Lancelot’s camera beeps thrice to indicate that all available space has been filled, and the tape ends.
Expedition Log 4886/8.1989.H2E1.2
Footage opens with H2E1 surrounding a deceased instance of A-289, now clearly visible to the camera. A-289 is a stark-white humanoid, and would have stood approximately 1.3 meters tall. Aside from two eye spots and a partially-extended pharynx, A-289’s face is featureless.
Lancelot: We okay? This is H2E1, back on tape, and it’s a beautiful overcast day.
Norman: Not the word I’d use.
The view turns to Dr. Goyal and Glines, currently examining the corpse of A-289. With Glines’ assistance, Dr. Goyal performs a rudimentary dissection, occasionally breaking to record observations in his field notes.
Hae: So… recap.
The view quickly shifts to Hae.
Hae: H2E1… neutralized the shos. Over the course of an hour or so, we pursued it further in, shot it a few times. Eventually it bled out, and now we’re here. Aaaaanything I’m missing?
Lancelot: Don’t worry about it, Ji-young. Hunting’s half the fun in He-2.
Hae: What’s the other half?
Lancelot: The hero treatment’s not half bad.
Lancelot turns back to face Glines, currently holding A-289’s corpse in place. Glines looks back at Lancelot, furrowing his brow in apparent contemplation before returning slight, tilted nod.
Glines: I mean I guess, what we can get. Beats being a cop.
Hae: Huh. Sounds like you two have it pretty good.
Glines mumbles something under his breath. Post-incident analysis was unable to discern Glines’ exact words, other than a reference to «Jack».
Lancelot: Really, I couldn’t have done it without Summerstone’s support. It’s an honor, serving this beautiful town. The attention’s just the cherry on top.
For the next ten minutes, Dr. Goyal continues examining A-289’s corpse. At approximately 2:11, he closes his notebook and stands up.
Goyal: Well, that was enlightening. Shall we be off?
Hae: Right.
Lancelot: Good, good. Northwestwest’s looking good, let’s see where the wind blows.
Lancelot kicks A-289’s corpse, and H2E1 continues.
Analysis of SCP-4886-A-289
SCP-4886-A-289 was a bipedal humanoid of unclear intelligence. It stood approximately 129 centimeters tall, and appeared pale and hairless.
A-289 did not display the aggression typical of SCP-4886-A; while most likely a logical reaction to the presence of multiple persons, such behavior suggests sentience, and further suggests that instances of SCP-4886-A vary in intelligence.
Furthermore, A-289’s gait was remarkably human from what little I observed, as were its evasive tactics. In conjugation with the evasive tactics observed in its retreat, this suggests a human origin.
H2E1, headed by Agent Lancelot, continue through the Interior Zone at a steady pace, occasionally checking in with H2E2 and H2E3. At approximately 2:31, H2E1 encounters what appears to be an unpaved foot trail.
Norman: … do we follow?
Hae: I see no reason not to. Jack?
Lancelot: Does a bear shit in the woods?
Lancelot heads west down the path, while H2E1 follows behind. Audio picks up Lancelot softly whistling «The Lincolnshire Poacher». H2E1 continues for approximately 2 minutes before Glines stops and audibly groans.
Glines: Shit, we were supposed to mark the trees.
Lancelot: Mmm, I think we’re good.
Glines: Maybe us, but what about Epsilon? What if we need to send more people? I don’t know if muscle memory suffices, Lancelot.
Lancelot: Seriously man, don’t worry about it. I know this place inside and outside. And hey, think of it this way: if I die, all you gotta do is walk in a straight line until-
Norman: Shos spotted.
Norman is heard firing at an off-screen target, visibly startling Glines and eliciting shock from the rest of H2E1. Lancelot turns back to Norman, who is looking at a point further down the trail.
Norman: … correction: that’s…
Norman trails off as Lancelot approaches. The camera focuses on Norman’s rifle, then shifts to where Norman had been pointing his rifle.
A few meters behind the treeline is the cadaver of a nude European male in the early stages of decomposition, hanging upside-down by a wired snare three meters in the air. Norman appears to have shot the cadaver through its distended midsection. As Lancelot approaches, signs of significant mutilation 3 become clearer.
Goyal: I don’t like this forest.
Lancelot: It’s charming on its better days, I’ll give it that.
Lancelot kneels down to examine a pile beneath the corpse, briefly whistling as he does. Its contents consist primarily of crude fetish objects mixed with fresh carrion. Sighing, Lancelot stands back up.
Lancelot: I do so love my job. Continue?
H2E1 has continued down the Western path for approximately an hour, once more headed by Lancelot.
Hae: 4886 can’t be that big, can it?
Glines: I wouldn’t doubt it. All the death, these woods have to be haunted by something. I mean, hasn’t Epsilon had its share?
Goyal: Wilderness, yes. Not necessarily… this.
Hae: Yeah, tell me about it. Props to you and Jack, I don’t think I’ll be able to eat for another week at this rate.
Lancelot: Sure you’re not in the mood for flatworm stew? Summerstone specialty.
Hae: I think I’ll pass. You can take me to-
Branches rustle from behind the group as something can be heard dropping from above.
Lancelot turns back to Glines, who is struggling with an instance of A-289 clinging to his neck. As Glines struggles to free himself, several more instances of A-289 emerge from the treeline bearing primitive weaponry and engage H2E1 in combat.
Footage of the fight is predictably indistinct; careful analysis of the available footage suggests the force of A-289 have adapted a divide and conquer strategy, primarily targeting Agents Glines while attempting to distract the remaining members of H2E1.
H2E1 eventually fend the A-289 off, bearing relatively minor injuries. All five are silently attempting to recuperate when Glines suddenly yells in apparent frustration.
Glines: That’s the sixth time this month!
Lancelot: Eh, it’s not so-
Glines: I swear to god they’ve been teaming up on me. I’m done with this.
Glines breaks from the group to head in the direction several A-289 fled towards.
Lancelot: You know, we really should-
Glines: Are you gonna take us nowhere like you always do, Lancelot? You know, maybe we want to trail them. Maybe we want to find where they live or breed and put a stop to that.
Hae: We should settle down.
Glines: And let them flee? Excuse me, but what’s our mission here? This is a lead, more than just a foot trail. It’s somewhere they fled to, where they feel they can gain something by going. For fuck’s sake, I don’t know about you but I’ve been put through this song and dance so many times and not once did we follow them, Jack. Look where that’s got us now!
Glines turns back to continue. Norman sighs, then tentatively follows; he is followed by Hae and Dr. Goyal. Lancelot pauses.
Lancelot: Oh bother.
As Lancelot trails the rest of H2E1, his camera beeps thrice to indicate that all available space has been filled, and the tape ends.
Expedition Log 4886/8.1989.H2E1.3
Footage resumes with Agent Lancelot squatting down to exam the corpse of an A-289 instance; cause of death is a gunshot to the head. The remaining members of H2E1 are not visually present, but can be heard in the background.
Hae: Jack? Is that thing still giving you trouble?
Lancelot: Just loading the camera, should be good.
Kicking the A-289’s corpse, Lancelot turns to face the rest of the group.
H2E1 has converged around a dilapidated single-story cabin, sitting in the middle of a canopied clearing. The cabin is surrounded by a wooden fence in severe disrepair. As Lancelot approaches, the remains of patio furniture can be seen scattered around the grounds. Surrounding the clearing are several instances of A-289, none of which appear willing to enter.
Lancelot: We sure we want to mess around here? This place just looks sad.
Glines, who has been examining an abandoned well, looks up at Lancelot.
Glines: I don’t know if we can skip this, Lancelot. Cabin means someone lives here.
Lancelot: Lived, maybe.
Glines: You’re talking about a cabin in the middle of the woods not even the monsters will touch. If these things only got smarter in recent memory, chances are this cabin… (Glines visibly retches)… god, this place smells like shit. Even sticking my nose down the well’s an improvement.
Lancelot: Yeah, be careful. Don’t want you falling down and breaking your neck.
Glines: Mmm.
Dr. Goyal is seen approaching the two.
Goyal: I’ve collected a few samples, mostly soil, but a few from the firepit. Given, well, my dismal combat expertise, would either of you mind holding onto them in case I do not make it?
Glines: Bit of a grim way of looking at it.
Goyal: I’m a doctor, Mr. Glines. Good with my fingers, my fists… not so much.
All three remain silent for several seconds, before Glines sighs, taking the aforementioned samples.
Goyal: Thank you, Mr. Glines.
As Dr. Goyal leaves to continue investigating the clearing, Lancelot turns his attention to Norman (who is keeping lookout), then Hae (who is investigating a spot of soil near a chopping stump), whom he approaches.
Lancelot: Find any tracks, puma?
Hae turns back to face Lancelot, brushing her hair out of her face. She softly chuckles.
Hae: Not tracks. Look at this.
Beckoning Lancelot closer, Hae points to a patch of dirt.
Hae: Depression. Not as much foliage. I think something’s buried here, Jack. It’s something, even if I don’t know what.
Lancelot: … huh.
Hae: It’s near enough to the stump that… well, could’ve been disposal. Makeshift pit? Maybe if we dig down we’ll find something.
Lancelot: Eh, the midgets are too stupid for that. I’m betting on worms.
Hae: … worms?
Lancelot: Sure looks like it. Have I told you about my dad?
Hae: A little, I think. Landscape architect, bit eccentric?
Lancelot: Right, mean old son-of-a-bitch. Knew his gardens, made sure I did too. That’s worms. Maybe not flatworms, but worms.
Hae: Worms.
Lancelot: Round ones.
Hae nods, then returns to examining the soil. Lancelot remains where he is for several seconds, before turning to approach Norman.
Lancelot: See anything, Norm?
Norman: It’s Norman.
Lancelot: Eh, just sounds too formal.
Norman: It’s my name, Agent.
Lancelot: Still a bit too formal. Can I call you Dexter? Just Dex?
Norman turns away from the treeline. His brow is furrowed.
Norman: Awful friendly, Agent.
Lancelot: Eh, spend five years on the beat and thirteen on the hunt and you make do with what you got.
Norman stays silent for several seconds, briefly glancing up at Lancelot’s helmet-mounted camera, before sighing.
Norman: I’d… really prefer Norman, Agent. At least until we’re better acquainted.
Both remain silent for several seconds. Norman scratches his head.
Norman: Sorry.
Lancelot: Nah, it’s alright. I can treat you to-
Lancelot is cut off by a loud scream from behind, prompting Norman to draw his weapon.
Glancing back, Lancelot spots the cabin — its door broken inwards — and rushes over to investigate. Lancelot arrives just before Hae, with Norman covering from afar. Drawing his rifle, Lancelot enters the cabin interior.
The interior of the cabin is comparably dilapidated to its exterior: its walls are caked in mold, and the cabin as a whole is infested with gnats. The floor is covered in a mixture of grime, woodchips, hair, and dead insects. Furniture is limited to a wooden dresser, a legless bed (upon which rests a thoroughly-stained mattress), an unlit fireplace stove, and a table upon which a putrefied human corpse wearing a polka-dot dress lies.
Agent Glines stands in the middle of the cabin, staring at the corpse with his sidearm drawn.
Lancelot: … oh. Oh… Griffeth? Are you-
Glines: Shut up.
Both remain silent for several seconds. Glines continues staring at the body, occasionally swatting at stray insects on his skin.
Hae: Everything alright?
Glines blinks twice, looking between Lancelot and the body in quick succession. Lancelot takes a step back.
Glines: … she was wearing… this was her favorite dress, and-
Lancelot: Youuuu know her?
Glines: I, I, I-i mean. Tegan… date. She called me and…
Glines pauses, blinks twice, and grins.
Glines: Holy shit.
Lancelot takes another step back as Glines bursts into a fit of laughter, lasting for several seconds. Turning back to Lancelot, he opens his mouth, only to fall into another laughing fit, prompting Lancelot to take yet another step back. Glines’s laughter is interspersed with coughs, eventually degenerating into a pained wheeze during which Glines leans against a wall for support.
As Glines goes silent, he looks back up at Lancelot, still grinning.
Glines: Son of a bitch, Jack.
Glines raises his firearm and fires at Lancelot, striking his helmet. Lancelot’s camera is destroyed.
Expedition Log 4886/8.1989.H2E1.4
Following the destruction of Agent Lancelot's camera, H2E1 was left without a reliable recording method. The following log is a synopsis of the surviving members' testimonies.
As a result of Agent Glines’s unprovoked assault, Agent Lancelot is forced to neutralize him in self defense.
Agents Hae and Norman enter the cabin almost immediately upon the hearing gunfire; the sight of Glines’s death soon provokes a brief argument before Agent Lancelot explains the situation. From there, the team discusses their next steps.
While this is happening, Dr. Goyal has been outside, keeping watch on the A-289 instances around the clearing perimeter. According to testimony, Dr. Goyal was unwilling to engage with the events within the cabin, owing to his lack of sufficient training; furthermore, he had been «fascinated» by the behavior of the A-289 and their steadfast refusal to enter the clearing.
Dr. Goyal makes several more observations in his notebook; in particular, that SCP-4886-A-289 respond with greater negativity to English speech in comparison to Hindi and Punjabi.
The remaining members of H2E1 soon emerge from the cabin, reconvening with Dr. Goyal. A decision is made: H2E1 will brief command on its situation, and wait for further instructions.
In light of both the loss and inexplicable actions of Agent Glines, H2E1 is ordered to retreat on the basis of possible memetic contamination, as are the secondary teams. Retreat is uneventful, apart from the neutralization of SCP-4886-A instances encountered en route to the checkpoint. Upon return, operatives are isolated, detained, and screened for memetics.
Upon the confirmation of healthy memeplexes across the board, all operatives are released.
Following the operation, sightings and attacks decreased significantly; despite this, the source of SCP-4886-A’s population surges remain unknown. Several theories have been put forth:
Following the events of 11/08/1989, MTF-ε was temporarily stationed in Nx-56 in the interests of budget. MTF-ε would remain in Nx-56 until 15/08/1989, when Foundation Overwatch redeployed it in response to sightings of URA-173.
On 01/10/1989, Agent Hae registered an anomalous pregnancy with the Site-17 medical center. Agent Hae reported a lack of sexual activity or contact with male reproductive systems, nor sufficient interaction with natal anomalies to warrant contamination. Regardless, preliminary tests proved inconclusive. Following standard questioning procedures, Agent Hae was considered eligible for Boleyn Program enrollment. 4
Agent Hae was reassigned to a low-stress position and periodically administered prenatal physicals, as standard. No fetal anomalies were detected during this time, although it was determined that Agent Hae was carrying twins.
Agent Hae went into labor on 08/05/1990, delivering on 09/05/1990 at 06:15 and 06:19. The attending obstetrician logged the following:
Delivery Log
Delivery Log
To the Foundation’s knowledge, Agent Hae lacked a history of contact with SCP-4886-A sufficient to induce pregnancy. However, Agent Hae was in no condition to be interrogated further at the time. RAISA therefore initiated a covert investigation into the events following MTF-ε’s arrival at Nx-56.
Initially, the investigation returned little: several security logs relating to Agent Hae were missing from the archive. RAISA auditors noted, however, several inconsistencies in the timeframes and durations of lost logs. Metadata analysis further indicated that several of the logs surrounding the missing sections had been submitted to SCiPNet a day or more after they had been taken. In light of this, RAISA theorized that the events surrounding Agent Hae’s pregnancy had been deliberately obfuscated by a hostile actor with access to Foundation resources.
Agent Hae’s records indicated that she had not been amnesticized for years prior; however, hair and body-fat tests indicated the presence of AMN-A0134, a Class-A Amnestic compound commonly employed by authorized members of the Nx-56 containment team. With this in mind, RAISA auditors reexamined the available footage to determine activities of personnel authorized for AMN-A0134 usage between 11/08/1989 and 15/08/1989.
Upon further review, all such personnel were accounted for, with the exception of Agent Lancelot.
[REDACTED PENDING DECLASSIFICATION OF INCIDENT 4886-AO]
MEMORANDUM ON MR. LANCELOT AND THE SCP-4886 PROJECT
Following the events of Incidents 4886-AN-Hae and 4886-AO, both the Nx-56 and SCP-4886 projects have been transferred into the custody of GBWLTB-Site-17. Furthermore, I would like to personally apologize on behalf of the SCP-4886 containment team.
Mr. Lancelot had been instrumental in the establishment of SCP-4886’s containment, as an agent, containment specialist, and consultant. If not for his work, Summerstone’s ecosystem may have been permanently destroyed. The SCP-4886 containment team naturally afforded him an unprecedented level of freedom.
The Nx-56 site management had been aware of reported problematic behavior from Mr. Lancelot (and, to an extent, other members of Task Force He-2), and elected to deal with such matters privately. It was not, however, aware of the full extent of Mr. Lancelot’s repugnant actions as revealed during Incident 4886-AO. For such a grave oversight, I am thoroughly ashamed.
Dr. Evelyn Havaldar
See Video Log 4886-AO.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4886 is uncontained.
Personnel formerly allocated to the management of Nx-56-EX are tasked with escalating disinformation campaigns in order to remove SCP-4886-A from the collective knowledge of Summerstone. To this end, SCP-4886-EX has been acquired by Allen Snitches, a Foundation front company. Deforestation efforts are underway, both to recoup financial losses and assist in disinformation.
Provisional Task Force Ji («Red Dragon») has been tasked with the capture of SCP-4886. PTF-ぢ consists primarily of asexual/celibate personnel with experience in forensics, tracking, and criminal profiling. Reports of Platyhelminthes-adjacent entities are to be immediately investigated by PTF-ぢ, with priority given to sightings in Northern Europe and the Anglosphere.
Once captured, SCP-4886 is to be contained in a Type-A Humanoid Containment Cell in Site-17. For ease of identification, SCP-4886 is to be fitted with its former disguise, which has been surgically castrated and tattooed with identifying symbols. SCP-4886 is considered in breach of containment as long as it remains outside this disguise.
Instances of SCP-4886-A are to be neutralized as soon as possible. Development of obstetric equipment capable of identifying SCP-4886-A prior to birth is underway.
Description: SCP-4886 is an entity that previously identified itself as Jonathan Geirstein Lancelot. Its current whereabouts are unknown.
The following is known of SCP-4886:
The following is suspected of SCP-4886:
SCP-4886-A are a series of highly aggressive animaloid entities thought to have been a product of SCP-4886-EX. Following Incident 4886-AO, the Foundation has been forced to reevaluate their nature.
Following a thorough RAISA audit, it was determined that Agent Lancelot was actively involved in the spread of SCP-4886-A. RAISA was unable, however, to determine the nature of his involvement.
A provisional task force (PTF-ち «Manhunter») was assembled, and subsequently tasked with monitoring Agent Lancelot’s movements, initiating capture upon the confirmation of anomalous activity. Additionally, Agent Lancelot’s standard-issue CCD 5 was covertly replaced with an identical model fitted with a tracking chip.
On 16/06/1990 at 15:31, Agent Lancelot was detected entering SCP-4886-EX. PTF-ち was instructed to follow and report back by radio upon the mission conclusion.
At 18:22, Agent Lancelot’s position was registered within the clearing recorded by Expedition Log 4886/8.1989.H2E1.3. It did not move thereafter.
By 19/06/1990, PTF-ち had yet to report back.
Several security officers were subsequently dispatched to assess the situation. At 13:09, officers arrived at the clearing to find it deserted. Attempts to locate the tracking chip led officers to the cabin. Along with the tracking device, officers discovered the following:
VIDEO LOG 4886-AO
DATE: 16/06/1990
NOTE: Video Log 4886-AO appears to have been heavily altered at some point prior to acquisition. Audio is absent; footage has been shot with a standard-issue handheld recorder.
Footage opens with Agents Carpenter and Parekh of PTF-ち standing outside of SCP-4886-EX, looking directly at the camera. Carpenter and Parekh appear to be discussing something with the cameraman, before being called over to the checkpoint by Officer Davis. 6
Recording is stopped.
Recording resumes: camera is subsequently mounted on the cameraman’s helmet. PTF-ち is making its way through SCP-4886-EX via an unpaved foot trail. Five minutes into the footage, Agent Parekh turns back to say something to Agent Hills. Hills nods in response, and detaches his camera.
Recording is stopped.
Recording resumes: Carpenter, Parekh, and Davis have their weapons trained on an instance of A-289 that has been grazed by gunshot. A-289 is holding its hands in the air; as Agent Hills moves closer, moisture can be seen leaking from its eyespots.
Agent Parekh steps closer and says something to the instance; it shudders in response, but stays put.
A brief discussion is had between PTF-ち, during which time the camera zooms in upon the instance. It appears to notice this, turning to face Agent Hills as it exudes and retracts its pharynx.
As Hills zooms out and remounts his camera, his fellow agents attempt active communication with A-289. Communication is primarily nonverbal; however, the instance appears to understand certain words. Occasionally it will stomp, either once or twice; this is presumed to be a rudimentary system of «yes/no».
A-289 walks off, before beckoning PTF-ち to follow. After a short round of deliberation, PTF-ち readies their weapons and cautiously advances.
A-289 stops inside of a small clearing, where two putrefying bodies can be seen hung from a branch. Agent Hills quickly unmounts his camera.
Recording is stopped.
Recording resumes: Agent Hills has mounted the camera on a tripod in the middle of the clearing, and speaks to the viewer. Half a minute in, Hills interrupts himself to briefly retch, before continuing. Three more minutes pass.
As Hills finishes, he moves to stop the recording, only to be interrupted by Officer Davis. Davis motions towards the ground and gives an unknown command. The camera is soon unmounted, and directed at a pile of assorted debris beneath one of the bodies, A-289 crouched down beside it. Twenty seconds pass without incident, before two sticks of gum are tossed onto the pile; A-289 promptly stands up and resumes guiding PTF-ち.
Recording is stopped.
Recording resumes: Agent Hills’s camera is stationed just outside of the large clearing from Expedition Log 4886/8.1989.H2E1.3. Sitting on a central stump is Agent Lancelot, who appears to be self-administering a suture on the underside of his right arm.
Approximately 12 minutes pass before Agent Lancelot is interrupted by five instances of A-289, dragging along a bound humanoid. Lancelot does not acknowledge them until 3 more minutes pass, after which he stands up, nods, grabs the humanoid by its bindings, and drags it into the cabin.
As the camera is hastily remounted to Hills’s helmet, PTF-ち advances towards the cabin, positioning themselves in preparation for a possible raid.
The door to the cabin is kicked down, and PTF-ち enter the cabin, weapons at the ready. The interior remains in a similar state of disrepair to that observed on 11/08/1989, albeit slightly more decorated. The dresser is shaking, although a padlock prevents its opening. Agent Lancelot’s clothes and skin lay strewn across the floor.
Crouching in the middle of the cabin is a pale, indistinct figure. The entity is obscured by the dim lighting of cabin; however, it appears to be at least 4 meters tall and of relatively large build. Facing away from the camera, it does not visibly respond to the raid.
Sixteen seconds pass. Agent Carpenter fires at the entity, leaving a small, bloodless wound in its back.