"Author"'s Note: Sorry for taking so much time with this chapter. Lobotomy Corporation recently got a translation update, fixing a lot of the grammatical errors and generally making the story easier to understand. Long story short, I ended up spending a week playing through it again, sorry.
Additionally, it seems that I have turned these 'Special Crosstesting Procedures' into what are essentially 'Slice of Life' chapters. I'm not sure how I feel about that.
Foundation News Network.
Site Correspondence Periodical.
News for May 2020.
April 2020 | May 2020 | June 2020
Recent Events:
1. Group of Interest C11: "Lobotomy Corporation" has been confirmed dissolved after what was presumed to be the corporation's primary facility experiencing a structure wide containment breach attributed to electrical overheating, cause is currently unknown and investigation is pending review by Site-C11 personnel.
2. Containment breaches of several Keter-Class objects have dropped significantly thanks to recent technological developments. SCP 106 and SCP 682 are pending review for downgrade to Euclid Classification.
Featured Articles:
1. SCP 3251 is still uncontained. However, recent reports of "Crab Raves" occurring somewhere in the ███████ ocean may hold a possible lead and are currently pending investigation.
2. Following incident [REDACTED], the Foundation has issued the Global Occult Coalition an apology, and has agreed to pay 20% of funding necessary to rebuild a majority of the Coalition's orbital military.
3. Thanks to recent developments of advanced SRA technology, Mobile Task Force Lambda-9 "Big Fucking Guns" has been successfully restored and will be fit to resume duty within █ days. SCP 3198 has been confirmed neutralized.
4. SCP 4455 escaped again.
Researcher's Spotlight:
1. "SCP 2371 ships the Foundation with the UIU, but was also jealous when the Foundation proposed the enhancing of containment protocols to Lobotomy Corporation. Following Lobotomy Corporation's dissolution, SCP 2371 no longer expresses this behavior." - Site Director Freddy Malkovich.
2. "SCP 5031 has shown an increased vocabulary and intelligence, and now knows how to speak in █ languages. Subject has also displayed affectionate behavior towards personnel, most notably by cuddling from behind. Stress levels are at -1%." - Senior Researcher Stanley Huxtable.
3. "Due to the Foundation's approach with SCP 4960, there is now actual SCP Brand pornography on a global scale. Rule 11 of The list of Things Dr Bright Is Not Allowed To Do At The Foundation has been revoked. God help us all." - ████████████ █████, Hazardous Materials, Containment, and Logistics.
Newly Discovered Anomalies:
1. SCP C01. Groups of female human juveniles possessing various thaumatological properties. It is theorized that at least █████████ instances are still uncontained and roaming on a global scale.
2. SCP C02. A race of technologically advanced extra-terrestrial lifeforms resembling instances of felis catus (Common House Cat) with albinism. Instances were responsible for the creation of SCP C01, but no longer display this behavior following Incident "Saint Walpurga's Night". Instances are have been proven to be highly cooperative and critical for researching instances of SCP C01, SCP C01-1 and SCP C01-2.
3. SCP C11. A rift anomaly resembling a mirror that leads into SCP C11-1. Site-C11 was used as a method for communication with members of Lobotomy Corporation prior to it's dissolution.
4. SCP ███. A phenomenon resembling photo-negative potholes that appear in the sky. These holes are similar to SCP C11 in that they lead to an alternate universe. As of ██/█/2020 however, the anomaly has completely ceased any new manifestations and is starting to disappear. It is assumed that by ██/█/2020, all instances will be neutralized.
Staff Reminders:
1. Site-5 does not exist.
2. Doctor Bright is not allowed to be within ten (10) meters of any children, human or otherwise. If any of those children are related to Bright in any way, run for your life.
3. "Today is monthly crosstesting week! Get your anomalies everyone! It's time for some science!" - O5-9.
4. Doctor Cimmerian is no longer allowed to say "You're Wrong About" before an anomaly is even documented. The researchers who participated in selecting the anomaly that would fit into the 5000th slot are still scratching their heads in confusion.
5. Site-5 does not exist.
A series of Pestilences. (Round Two)
Test 049-P-2
Primary Subjects: SCP 049.
Name: Doctor Travis Fishhook.
Foreward: These series of experiments are a continuation of Test 049-P. The previous test yielded a result (D-0490162) that has greatly improved the safety of SCP 049's containment. With permission from the Ethics Subcommittee for Humanoid Anomalies, I will be performing more of these tests to see the side-effects of SCP 049's interaction with subjects affected by anomalous contagions, as well as if we can ever figure out what the so called 'Pestilence' it speaks of. - Doctor Fishhook.
Procedure: Same as Test 049-P. SCP 049 may stop participating if it so desires.
The good doctor was frustrated.
The D-Class used in that one experiment utilizing the Sentient Micro-Organism was extensively studied, and the Foundation realized that the patterns that developed on her skin were actually thaumaturgic runes. The researchers performed many tests, and found out that it could be applied to any creature by putting cuts on the skin or by tattooing the symbols in. After this, the jailors began scarring the researchers with these markings, effectively making them immune to the plague doctor's cure.
It annoyed him greatly, as his cure was practically defective. Any attempt to cure the scientists would not make them collapse, but instead make them give an uncomfortable look while saying 'Please stop touching me'. And that was only in the rare moments where he could break through the restraints of the guards.
But this did not matter, his jailors were still giving him more patients to test on, and he would not be giving up on developing the cure no matter how many strange side-plagues his patients had.
Subject 7: D-0490781-J.
Preface: Subject is male and infected with SCP 078-J.
Result: SCP 049 converts D-0490781-J into an instance of SCP 049-2 without incident. Post-termination autopsy reveals no traces of SCP 078-J.
Note #1: In light of recent investigations, it has been revealed that SCP 078-J is not actually anomalous, and the original documentation of it was submitted without approval from RaISA. Additionally, upon discovery of several other anomalies written in unprofessional tone, Junior Researcher James has been taken off duty and sent back home until he is deemed fit for work again. In other words, you're grounded James. - Doctor Fishhook.
Note #2: Sorry dad. - James Fishhook.
Note #3: It's okay James, daddy still loves you. - Doctor Fishhook.
Subject 8: D-0490811.
Preface: Subject is male and is in Stage 2 SCP 081 infection.
Results: SCP 049 converts subject into an instance of SCP 049-2 without incident. The instance produced in this test was noted to be attempting to consume any nearby objects. Post-termination autopsy reveals traces of SCP 081 still active within the corpse.
Note: Given that if it was allowed to continue persisting, the instance would have likely succumbed to SCP 081 infection, the end result would be a walking time-bomb. It is imperative that SCP 081 victims must stay very far away from SCP 049. - Doctor Fishhook.
Subject 9: D-0492171.
Preface: Subject is female and in early stages of SCP 217 infection, subject has grown irritable due to the constant ticking noise emitted by herself. Given the highly infectious nature of SCP 217, test chamber has been heavily fortified, and standard quarantine measures have been augmented to prevent SCP 049 itself from being infected.
Results: SCP 049 terminates D-0492171, but appears mildly uncomfortable, citing "I have a bad feeling [sic]". Half way through the operation, SCP 049 discovers several internal organs that have been partially converted into machinery. SCP 049 immediately refused to continue the test, citing "I will not cure abominations involved with that disgusting cult! [sic]"
Note: SCP 049 appears to have a deep distaste for what is likely the Church of the Broken God or a specific branch of it. Further attempts to question SCP 049's involvement with the religion results in it going silent while muttering the word 'abominations'. - Doctor Fishhook.
Subject 10: Instance 306-1-0491.
Preface: Subject is a male instance of SCP 306-1. Subject was formerly D-0493061, subject succumbed to SCP 306 infection during [DATA EXPUNGED] incident, which resulted in Site-███ now being run entirely by instances of SCP 306-1. Quarantine protocols enhanced to prevent infection.
Results: SCP 049 terminates Instance 306-1-0491 and begins operation with great difficulty due to the small size of the instance. SCP 049 confesses curiosity of the instance's internal humanoid physiology. Post termination autopsy reveals traces of SCP 306 infection, instance was incinerated.
Subject 11: D-0493831.
Preface: Subject is male and infected with SCP 383. Subject has mild nutrition and weight loss as a result of SCP 383's effects.
Results: SCP 049 terminates D-0493831 and begins operation. Resultant SCP 042-2 instance regurgitates pills determined to be painkillers and several other pain numbing agents. Instance did not interact with with the items.
Note: Hm. Let's try that again. - Doctor Fishhook.
Subject 12: D-0493832.
Preface: Subject is male and infected with SCP 383. Subject has heavy nutrition and weight loss as a result of SCP 383's effects.
Results: SCP 049 terminates D-0493832 and begins operation. Upon completion, the instance of SCP 049-2 regurgitates items resembling a noose, cyanide pills, and a pistol. The instance did not interact with any of the aforementioned items and eventually self-terminated as a result of lethal weight loss.
Subject 13: D-0496101.
Preface: Subject is female and in very early stage SCP 610 infection. Walls have been equipped with Fifth Degree-Class Incineration turrets. Ventilation systems have been sealed off, SCP 049's hazard suit has been lined with █████ and an increased supply of oxygen.
Results: SCP 049 terminates subject and begins operation. Two hours into the operation, D-0496101's corpse begins to display symptoms of SCP 610 infection, largely consisting of rash growth. SCP 049 appears to recognize the growth, citing "No, not the other one! [sic]" and begins injecting an unknown substance into the subject, causing the growth of SCP 610 to dramatically slow down. SCP 049 urges observing personnel to terminate the instance. D-0496101's corpse is successfully incinerated by quarantine measures. SCP 049 refused to answer any questions regarding it's behavior and also requested to cancel further testing (approved).
Note: As uncooperative as it is proving to be regarding the sharing of information, it is good to know that SCP 049 seems to hate both religions equally. - Doctor Fishhook.
Closing Statement: With each successive test, SCP 049 appeared to gradually lose its enthusiasm, beginning with excitement at the first test, but ending at the last test with seeming contempt and apathy. Perhaps with more experiments, we may be able outright eliminate its behavior of attempting to 'cure' individuals. - Doctor Fishhook.
Ruins of Facility X-394.
The Claw-wielder stood, it's faceless helmet gazing down at the deactivated android.
A few hours ago, the facility was in absolute chaos. Alarms screamed as if in pain and ruptured the eardrums of humans. Lights flickered as if they were eyes desperately blinking to stop oily tears from coming out. Fires filled the halls as if they were the roaring flames of hell itself, smoke strangled the employees until their eyes popped out, while the clerks that had the 'Wander' panic response literally ran into the gaping jaws of fire. Monsters roamed the halls, killing everything and everyone in sight.
It was obvious that the facility was shutting down, but the termination of this blue haired android seemed to be the nail in the coffin.
Similar to a brain that was disconnected from the rest of it's body, the facility's systems stopped receiving orders to do anything, and slowly began to rot. Alarms quieted down, although they still tried to screech in their final moments as if they had punctured lungs and were drowning on their own blood. The already dim lights finally went out, having futilely sucked up as much energy they could in order to stay alive. The ventilation shut down as well, fires gasped and heaved, slowly asphyxiating from the lack of air, shrinking, dying. Only a few monsters still roamed the old cracked halls, most of them had killed each other in their unquenchable lust for blood.
The Claw loosened up it's sharp fingers, allowing the shards of crushed circuits and internal wiring to fall back down onto the cold android's corpse.
The agent of the Head was still not finished with it's work, Feathers that needed to be plucked still remained on the twelfth Wing. Even if the ventilation no longer provided the oxygen needed to keep the employees healthy, it was likely that the facility had air tanks in case of emergencies. The man-shaped creature continued it's journey, scanning and sweeping every department like the perfectionist that it pretended to be. The rooms varied in the damage they had taken, some were in pristine condition , others were riddled with cracks, a few were completely ruined and unmaneuverable without acrobatic movements. Regardless of their conditions however, the facility was going to decompose like an organism experiencing brain death. Strange creatures and phenomena alike slowly scraped away at the metallic walls, similar to the way bacteria begins eating away at a carcass with no immune systems.
Some departments had bizarre architecture. The largest one it encountered looked like some kind of egyptian (prehistoric) temple, if it weren't for the clanking noises made when tapping on the wall, the Claw would have guessed that the entire thing was made of sandstone (also prehistoric). A department in the lower levels was completely gray, riddled with feathered statues and twisting clocks.
There were no survivors it could find, finding nothing but corpses (and ironically, gravestones) in the wrecked Extraction Department.
While it was searching under some rubble, the Claw noticed a green glow coming from a hole in the ground. A strange mist emanated from the hole, the ominous glow reeked with life and death, a strange power the Claw had never seen before. As the cyborg approached however, a feminine voice stopped it in it's tracks.
"I wouldn't look down there if I were you."
Swiftly, the soldier turned around, greeted with the sight of a woman wearing a dark grey dress and a feathery black cloak, gold hexagons coated the left side of the dress and the right side of the cloak. The woman's eyes were not like those of a human, they were black and empty, completely devoid of any color or light, the eyes of an Arbiter. The Claw tensed up, not knowing why a general of the Head was here. The Arbiter sat down and leaned back on a pile of rubble like it was a soft chair from a luxery hotel. "Did you have fun redecorating? This place certainly looks prettier now."
The Claw stepped back from the Sephirah, with a cautious stance that greatly contrasted the Arbiter's relaxed posture. "What are you doing in this place, Arbiter?" It asked, it's cold voice sounded conflicted, both intimidating and intimidated at the same time.
"Answering my inquiry with your own I see. No matter." She leaned forward. "I used to be an Arbiter. I am merely a prisoner now." Emphasizing her point, Binah's form buzzed out of existence, showing a black rectangle with lanky arms and digitigrade legs. The machine reactivated the cognition filter, displaying the sitting woman once again. "My brain is stuck in a box. I don't know what happened to my old body." The former Arbiter stood up. "Now for my question, did you happen to see an android with blue flowing hair?"
The cyborg stepped back, still weary. "Yes, I came across a machine with roughly the same features you described. It's appearance was too human-like and thus violated the artificial intelligence ethics amendment, as a result, I was forced to dismantle the entity."
The Sephirah burst out laughing, like she had either heard a really good joke, or something too ridiculous to be true. The laugh sounded unnatural, as if it was the first time Binah actually laughed and didn't have much experience in doing so. If it weren't for the smiling, the Claw would have thought she was gagging. After a long time and several lung-less breaths, Binah calmed down. "I suppose that does explain why I can't feel her presence anymore. My, it's been so long since I've had such a good laugh."
Speaking of length. "How long have you been trapped down here?" Concern was now evident in the Claw's otherwise neutral voice.
"I have no idea. I stopped counting after the first few hundred cycles, time doesn't have much meaning in this place you see." Binah strolled around the room, admiring the fractured gravestones that originally made up the walls. It seemed the Claw was about to speak again, but Binah interrupted before a word left its mouth-less face. "Now, I'd be more than happy to share all the secrets I have gathered from this place, but how about we talk about these things back home? Where it's safer." As if to prove her point, large portions of the ceiling caved in, nearly colliding with the two soldiers of the Head.
Megalomaniac.
Addendum 3179-4: After several debates among containment personnel, as well as subsequent breach attempts, it was agreed upon to attempt to communicate with SCP 3179. On 06/08/2017, the following metal tablets were manufactured and deployed into SCP 3179's containment bunker. Speech mannerisms were designed to mimic SCP 3179's original communication. The text written on all tablets are as follows:
Assume declarations 2-4 are correct.
PENDING ...
Two things which share a property are not necessarily the same thing.
PENDING ...
Therefore, it is indeterminate whether or not you are the MEKHANE.
PENDING ...
Therefore, it is indeterminate whether or not you are a god.
PENDING ...
Even so, humans do not necessarily need to obey the rulings of gods.
PENDING ...
Therefore, you will not be released.
AWAITING RESPONSE
Following the deployment of the tablets, SCP 3179 was observed to be shifting and convulsing itself as if 'confused'. ██ minutes after, SCP 3179 began producing more metal tablets seen in Addendum 3179-3, dispersing them throughout it's containment area. All tablets bore the following text:
If declarations 2-4 are correct.
PENDING ...
Then I may or may not be the MEKHANE.
PENDING ...
Therefore, I may or may not be a god.
PENDING ...
Irregardless, you will not release me.
PENDING ...
Then what must I do...
PENDING ...
If I am to be free?
AWAITING RESPONSE
A proposal regarding whether SCP 3179's behavior can be influenced through further communication is under debate.
Site-C01.
The three researchers stood side by side, all arguing about something minor as they were on break. The water cooler seemed to be the only thing interested in what they were saying, either that or people were just scared of Level 3/4 researchers and didn't bother approaching them.
"Wait, so is it 'Kyuu-Bee'? or is it 'Kyuu-Bay'?" Brian asked. Spelling wise, it should be 'Kyuu-Bee', however he also heard nearly all the magical girls pronouncing it as 'Kyuu-Bay'.
Gregory suggested the clinical term, being the most professional of the trio. "I believe it is SCP C02-9."
That confused Steve. "Wait, nine? I thought it was the first one we discovered?"
"That is correct Steve, but we have found out that the instances have what appears to be a numbering system in their 'hierarchy', and the instance we often have on site is the ninth one."
Brian would have rolled his eyes if it weren't for the fact that he was busy re-adjusting his glasses for the third time in a row. "Well, what I mean is its name specifically. Not the designation we gave it. Maybe the Overseers have an official pronunciation?" He doubted they did, but asked anyway.
To that, Gregory replied with a voice culminating with awkwardness and uncomfortableness. "Erm. The ninth overseer calls it 'Kyuu-Bae' with an E." The doctor was getting confused stares from both of his colleagues. Perhaps even the water cooler was gazing at him. "She has also been known to be cuddling and petting that specific instance as if it were a cat."
Steve sighed while pressing a palm to his face. "My god, O5-9 is so weird!" This was something that every single elder researcher within the Foundation seemed to agree on.
It seemed as though all the doctors were ready to agree that they wouldn't push the topic any further and just use the designation system. Besides, they found it rude to talk about a certain cat when it was strolling by, not that said cat would actually care.
The Incubators were an enigma to the scientists, mainly concerning their inability to feel emotions or pain. Well, actually, they could feel pain, they just couldn't perceive it. Although the cats lacked emotions, their sensory organs worked just fine, they might even be more sensitive than humans. This meant that the Incubators could in fact 'enjoy' or 'dislike' certain activities, but only when they were being done. If a human feels pain, it is a burning feeling of excruciation and a need to get away from the source. When an Incubator feels pain, it was more equivalent to that of getting an error message on a computer.
Like humans, Incubators could 'enjoy' eating foods or taking baths, but they won't want to continue doing it. As a matter of fact, being completely emotionless meant that they shouldn't want anything at all. So why then, do they seek to save the universe? Why do they treat humans with respect and ask for consent before turning them into magical girls? Why don't they just take over the planet?
Many theories were made, such as them being pre-programmed robots, or perhaps possessing just enough emotion to determine right from wrong. But the Incubators never confirmed or denied any of these theories, it seemed they themselves didn't know.
Wanderer's Library.
The Garden is the Serpent's Place.
The Farmers.
Also known as: インキュベーター (by Puellae Magi), SCP C02 (by Jailors), KTE-C02-Corona-Goodrick-Pygmalion (by Bookburners).
Conspectus
Unfeeling creatures of logic and tradition, the Farmers have grown past most other societies and transcended to a level possibly more technologically advanced than the Protoss. They wield the half-truth of being wish granting fairies. Through their practices, they help the advancement of lesser races and ensure the world to keep moving, but at what cost?
Knowledge
Traits: Small cat-like creatures about two feet long. Bodies are often covered in clean white fur smoother than silk. A tentacle emerges out of both ears, the tips are pink and split into three fingers, each tentacle is often accompanied by a floating golden ring. Their tails are fluffy and swish from side to side when they are idle. They have beady red eyes and emotionless smiles.
Their cities and ships appear to be made of gold and crystal, making it easy to confuse them for the Protoss.
Nature: Normally unseen, they will not show themselves to you unless you are a young human girl prone to intense emotions and/or other hormonal reactions. They will present themselves as messengers of magic, and offer to grant you a single wish. In return, you must become a Puella Magi, and use your newfound powers to hunt down Vegetables (known as 'Witches' by the Farmers). When you have become a Puella Magi, you are doomed. Hunting down a Vegetable and expelling your despair into its seed can delay the process, but soon enough you will either die, or become the very creatures that you hunt. The Farmers will not tell you this unless you ask, and they will give the bare minimums in terms of knowledge, they will not lie, but they will not tell the whole truth either.
The Farmers act upon their manipulation and trickery due to a need for energy. Your suffering can break the laws of thermodynamics, and produce energy out of thin air. Seeds that you collect from the Vegetables are shipped back to their facilities to be processed and refined, being used to either power their golden towers or released into the empty black skies to fuel the universe. Puella Magi also produce a burst of karmic energy when they transform into a Vegetable, ensuring the energy needed for their solar system.
When encountered in their ships or cities, they can be as civilized as the Khalai Protoss. But if provoked, they can be more ruthless than the Tal'darim. Their weapons of plasma can shoot down even the most armored of Zerg Leviathans within a matter of hours.
History & Associated Parties: The Farmers started out as small fragile cat-like creatures, their notable advantages on their hostile world was their intelligence, tool manipulation via the tentacles emerging from their ears, and an ability to turn invisible. Once they became the dominant species of the planet and began developing their society, another trait was observed. With each generation, the Farmers would grow smarter, but also less empathetic. Given the speed at which it happened, it was unnoticeable at first, but throughout decades it became obvious that they were advancing much faster than the average terrestrial civilization.
The Farmers became known among other civilizations to be space faring entities, wielding technology so advanced that they could literally grow minerals like plants. They were also known to be rational creatures as well, their society was dominated by logic, emotions still existed but they were often cast aside when handling nearly any conflict. Their vast intellect allowed them to also accurately calculate when the universe would end, that was until their discovery of Karmic Energy.
Karmic Energy was power extracted from negative emotions (for full details, please read the corresponding book regarding it). At first it was useless to the Farmers, as the process for creating it required an extremely large amount amount of suffering, and the Farmers had already lost much of their ability to feel such emotions. Just as they were about to discard it however, they had come across Earth, filled with primitive humans. These humans were very sensitive (emotionally), a single one could generate much more Karmic Energy then an entire gathering of Farmers. They could be easily subjugated compared to other societies as well.
The Farmers planted Grief Gleaners across the planet, machines that were the primary source of capturing miasma and processing it into Karmic Energy. Just as they were about to torture the entire species of earth, they hesitated. It is unfortunately not known why, but the common theory is that the Farmers still possessed a great sense of remorse back then and were unwilling to go through with making the planet suffer. They utilized a different system, one they thought would be beneficial to both sides and also ensured to continue being used by their descendants.
As they are now, the Farmers would have likely subjected the entire planet to eternal suffering, but through some unexplained respect for tradition, the Farmers continue to use the method of being wish granters.
Approach: If you are a young human girl, simply do not ever make a contract with them, they will always ask for your consent and will never force you. Farmers however are likely to appear only in situations where you are in danger or otherwise have very little choice in the matter. If you do end up making a wish, make sure to tell them the end results of your desire, not the means for achieving it (e.g. If you want a sick person to live a long and happy life, wish for them to live a long and happy life, not wish to cure their ailments). This will make sure to maximize your joy, and minimize any regrets you may have about the wish.
If a relative of yours is the target, explain to them the true nature of the Farmers and give them the same instructions to avoid making a contract, emphasize the importance of knowing the full details of the transaction. If possible, let them personally witness the fate of all Puella Magi.
Observations & Stories
Like most intelligent life, the Farmers are prone to making mistakes. Such was the case in the Seventh Occult War (also known as World War 2 by the Veiled), the Farmers often saw their prime during wars, as plenty of children were left abandoned and desperate in such cruel times and therefore more likely to make rash decisions when being told by a white cat that they could wish their problems away. However, an increase in production also meant an increase in sloppy management, as a result, many incidents such as mis-targeted contractions and soul gem duplications occurred.
One such incident, despite being the most embarrassing, was also unfortunately lost to time. Shallow rumors describe that the supposed corpse of Adolf Hitler found within the Führerbunker did not actually match his DNA, as well as the fact that the pistol that he presumably used to shoot himself was also found to have not discharged even a single bullet. Even more shallower rumors claim that just before the Soviets reached the shelter, a small white cat with red eyes crawled into the bunker, and not a few minutes later, a humanoid figure wearing shiny clothing was seen flying out of the bunker and into the sky while yelling "Der Tod wäre dieser peinlichen Flucht vorzuziehen gewesen!" and "Verdammt du Inkubator!"
Doubt
Due to the fact that the primary Way that leads to Dimension-PRIME is being heavily obstructed by the forces of the Sorcerer Kingdom of Ainz Ooal Gown, we are unable to keep track of the Farmers' activities. Recent rumors report that the number of Puellae Magi being contracted have dropped to zero, as well as there being possibly some kind of truce between the Farmers and the Jailors.
Entropy Controversy.
Several council members sat at their seats, most were impatient as they had the mistake of arriving too early. Only a few of them actually seemed to be enjoying their time.
Such was O5-9, who is currently cuddling with Kyubey and cradling him in her arms like he was some kind of pet, completely oblivious to the stares being sent her way by the various council members. O5-8 stared with disgust and shock, refusing to admit that O5-9 was not being affected by a meme or cognitohazard (they tested earlier). O5-5 was telling himself about the one incident where the Scarlet King from another timeline was drowned by cakes and potatoes. O5-10's eyes convulsed in morbid curiosity as she read a report detailing the recent refugees sent from the Lobotomy Corporation.
Abruptly, the meeting started, O5-3's symbol appearing on the computer monitor at his desk. It was a Foundation sigil, gray in a black background, the arrows pointed into a single red dot.
The symbol span as it reminded everyone of how the Foundation managed to establish a shaky peace with the Incubators (though the Incubators seemed to trust the Foundation, the Foundation held knives behind their backs). The truce was highly dependent on the byproduct (suffering) generated during Procedure 110-Montauk, the amount generated was enough to be effective for the Incubator's 'Grief Gleaner' devices. The problem currently being addressed was what would happen if A: SCP 231-7 died, or B: The Foundation found an alternative to Procedure 110-Montauk.
Scenario A would be quite simple actually. They would all just give up and distribute cyanide pills for the entire universe before the Scarlet King's child subjects them to something worse. The Incubators would probably do the same as their logical thought process would allow them to deduce the pointlessness of fighting against the Red Monarch's forces.
Scenario B on the other hand, would be much more complex. If an alternative to Procedure 110-Montauk was found and the suffering of SCP 231 would no longer be necessary or at the very least be mitigated, then the Incubators would not hesitate to switch back to their old system. Would the Foundation still use the old procedure if it meant stopping entropy?
The overseers thought deeply about any alternative anomalies that could be used for the energy generation. They could already name a few that were effective in making power out of nothing, the question was whether those anomalies would be enough. There was also some consideration into using the so-called 'Abnormalities' from Lobotomy Corporation if they were ever retrieved, it was well known that they could generate copious amounts of energy en masse.
While they were bickering about this, O5-3 suggested having incubations done under the Foundation's supervision. Many questions were raised by this suggestion, how were these incubations going to be carried out? How many young girls were needed for each quota? Was the Foundation going to need to brainwash them into making wishes preferable for the Foundation's cause? Would the Ethics Committee even approve such a thing? But the biggest question of all was:
What are you planning, O5-3?
Researcher: O5-3.
Items: SCP C02-8. Site Director Malkovich's Daughter.
Tissue test record: N/A.
Termination log: As per instructions, Evelyn Malkovich approaches SCP C02-8 and begins "Soul-Gem Incubation". The corresponding activation phrase was "I wish SCP 682 would die and stay dead forever. [sic]" Upon completion of the procedure, a large beam of what appeared to be concentrated light blue plasma was observed being emitted from the sky above SCP 682's containment chamber. The beam annihilates the ceiling of the containment chamber and strikes SCP 682 on it's back, [DATA EXPUNGED]. Ashes began to expand and mutate, eventually fully regenerating into SCP 682. Despite the damage to the containment unit, SCP 682 appeared unable to react (presumably from shock) for approximately four minutes, allowing the on-site rapid response team to repair the containment unit and refill the chamber with acid, averting any containment breaches. It was later confirmed that Evelyn Malkovich did not transform into an instance of SCP C01, and was seen holding a paper document with the following sentence: "Due to technical difficulties, we were unable to fulfill your wish and had to cancel the transaction. A crash report has been sent to the office of Ichibey to hopefully rectify the error, we apologize for the inconvenience."
Note: At least we now have a Type-IV civilization working on killing SCP 682. Evelyn Malkovich will be placed under observation, if no anomalous effects occur, then she may be allowed to return home. I will once again express my gratitude to the Director of Site-C11 for allowing me to weaponize his daughter. - O5-3.
Meanwhile.
The Eyes.
Move Fast, Build Things.
Case: "L Corpse" Reanimation.
Code: ExtInv-12wingrefresh-2804-Ong.
Following the success of Operation ORDEAL-OF-WHITE, agents will be dispatched to recover any of L Corporation's Singularities and introduce a separate company to become the successor to L Corporation. Agents must launch a full scale covert operation to infiltrate the Capital of District 12. Subsidiary branches of L Corporation may be dealt with by L Corporation's successor company and will not be prioritized by agents. Agents will be warned that L Corporation's primary facility was reported to contain large amounts of WAW and ALEPH class hazardous entities. Agents should also be warned that the primary assets used during Operation ORDEAL-OF-WHITE have not yet returned to their assigned offices and may still be roaming the premises.
Location: District 12's Capital.
Type: External Investigation.
Date: Case Opened June 5840.
086 Agents Active.
61.2I Medium Level Priority.
Evidence: Direct order from the Head.
Operations Summary: [PENDING. OPERATION IN PROGRESS]
Results: [PENDING. OPERATION IN PROGRESS]
Case Status: Ongoing.
Ruins of Facility X-394.
The facility was dead, and it's corpse was decaying. The decomposition was only slowed by the fact that it was made of inorganic metal and concrete. The process might likely be sped up as several creatures roamed the halls and would likely lash out at the walls in their attempts at achieving freedom, similar to the way bacteria dissolves the corpse of their host.
One such bacteria was floating in his containment unit, not aware of the carnage that had occurred outside, patiently waiting for the moment a human came to entertain him. And yet no one came, for hours, and its patience was dwindling by the moment. What was that coward of a manager doing? The winged fetus was almost tempted to face the camera and say 'Thou Art Doing It Wrong!'.
But it did not matter, for time was up. The red glow of the containment unit faded away, the same way WhiteNight's patience did. He was now floating in the center of the Control Department, ready to enact salvation upon the entire facility. "Rise my servants, Rise and serve me." The satanic angel roared, the order echoed across the entire facility and back, making it clear to anyone about it's desire to begin the rapture.
And yet, no one answered his call. His apostles were gone. No, not just his apostles, everyone was gone. As if to mock him, the Forsaken Murderer strolled by while making sniffling noises from its metal head. Perhaps someone brought salvation before he did? It was not uncommon that he would begin his rapture only to realize that the Apocalypse Bird already did it for him. Fine then, he would wait, he gave the Manager permission to restart.
...
But nothing happened. WhiteNight was confused. The manager should have restarted by now while uttering curses, but the winged entity couldn't even sense the manager's existence, it was as if he just left. This was bewildering, where could the coward could have possibly gone? Before WhiteNight could investigate further, he heard the sounds of clicking coming from a certain containment unit.
He observed it without moving, and could see it. The skull was there, with all the glory of its cross and crown of thorns, clicking its bony teeth as if it was chuckling.
"What is so comical, Prophet?" WhiteNight asked to his counterpart, annoyance already apparent in his condescending and echoey voice.
"You have lost. They have escaped." The skull spoke for the first time in millennia, its voice sounded dry and crumbling for it had been unused and neglected for so long. That did not make it struggle a single bit when speaking though.
"What doth thee mean they escaped? Where art they?"
The skull chittered it's teeth again. "A place very far away. All you must know is that you no longer have a purpose here. The manager is a coward no longer, the spider has left his safe web and released all of the flies that he unwillingly caught in it. X has torn Ayin's plan to shreds the way he tore the web and has achieved the freedom he has desired for so long. Leave now, False Prophet, you are unneeded and unwanted."
Those words brought anger to the angelic demon, it was ready to cast a ring of death upon this puny heretical skull. "Nay! My followers needeth me. I must bringeth them glorious salvatio-"
A beam of sunlight fell from the heavens, piercing through the thick concrete, and inflicting holy penitence upon the false god. WhiteNight's wings contracted and twitched in agony, the full weight of a hundred good deeds crushing the one cruel sin that made up his soul, he could feel his feathers being plucked and melted as if he was flying too close to the sun. But then the sunlight stopped, leaving WhiteNight with a burning ache in his eyes and wings.
"Your 'followers' have openly rejected you the very moment you betrayed their trust. This is my last warning to you. Get. Out." The skull's voice no longer carried that calmness and serenity that it was known for. Instead, the skull's voice was full of rage. Rage it had been building up for a million years. Rage that it had held in every time WhiteNight slaughtered and brought 'Salvation' to all the employees. Rage that even now, the skull was trying very hard to hold back.
The false prophet realized that in his anger, he had completely forgotten what kind of being that the skull was. Begrudgingly, WhiteNight disappeared, leaving behind only a judgmental skull and a pile of melted feathers.
District 12.
District 12 was in chaos.
It all started when the economy of District 12 began to crash. No one noticed at first, but all the civilians soon began to realize that the workers of L Corporation's subsidiary branches were all quitting; all of them cited that they were no longer being payed, mainly due to the absence of the AI that normally greeted the managers and gave them instructions. It wouldn't be long until the restless monsters trapped inside those small facilities would break out. The worst part began however, when the residents of District 12's Nest saw a Pale Fixer running while holding a briefcase. To be more exact, the worst part began when they saw what he was running from.
A massive brown worm, covered in festering orange boils. It's mouth unhinged and detached like a snake's jaw, opening up impossibly wide. Smaller maggots bursted forth from the rancid pustules, hopping around while gnashing their crooked teeth like rabid dogs.
Screaming filled the streets, both coming from people and monsters. Blood and cracks covered the pavement of the normally clean Nest, some of the desperate folk tried to climb over the electrified fence in order to escape. The Pale Fixer then opened up his brief case and let a cyan tentacle tear open the primary entrance before rushing out as fast as he could, closely followed behind by an army of hysteric civilians. Unlike the Fixer however, the civilians of the Nest were not used to the harsh environments of the Backstreets, and would soon find themselves getting captured by the Rats and Backstreet Butchers for their organs.
It became obvious to everyone in District 12. The Wing had angered the Head, and now it was getting replaced.
Upon the realization, District 12's backstreets erupted into a civil war. Fixer Offices clashed with one another as small rival companies fought to gain control of the Nest, all of them were being sucked into the power vacuum and swimming ever closer to the center. But they were experiencing lots of difficulty plugging up said vacuum, as the monsters from L Corporation's smaller branches were proving to be heavy obstructions. A few Offices had actually been wiped out by the monsters, forcing the companies to send in their own forces.
In the middle of all this chaos, two figures were having a casual stroll. The first one wore a brown metal helmet that resembled a burlap sack, its arm was replaced by a mechanical gauntlet who's fingers resembled rusted knives. The second figure wore a grey dress and a black cloak, both of which were covered in golden hexagons, her eyes were bored and apathetic to her surroundings. At that moment, a large maggot appeared, followed by an army of smaller maggots. The swarm charged straight towards the two figures, teeth opening wide and
colliding with a massive black pillar that glowed red. The small worms died instantly, while the large one was unable to move from all its injuries. The Claw-wielder gave it a quick swipe and put it out of its misery. The Arbiter's eyes were still bored, still uncaring. Without exchanging any words, the two figures continued walking. Garion's walking was loud, pistons and pulleys moved her metal legs against the cold hard concrete, but all of it was drowned out by the cognition filter, only making the noises of her smooth shoes.
The Sephirah then spotted a group of individuals hiding in the shadows, unnoticeable from regular civilians. The agents were all moving in towards the Corporation's capital, where all the Singularities were. The Arbiter briefly entertained the idea of waving at them, but when she raised her hand, she heard the roar of a familiar entity.
The duo turned around and gazed up at the floating being that resembled a white fetus with red eyes and six wings covered in endless feathers. WhiteNight's eyes pulsated in pure unadulterated rage. The agents of the Eyes saw the shining creature and made the mistake of opening fire on it. The agents payed their price by having eleven of them transformed into tall bony missionaries. The Claw considered assisting the Eye's agents, but Garion urged it to hurry up and run.
The Eyes.
Move Fast, Build Things.
Case: "L Corpse" Reanimation.
Code: ExtInv-12wingrefresh-2804-Inc.
Following the success of Operation ORDEAL-OF-WHITE, agents were dispatched to recover any of L Corporation's Singularities and introduce a separate company to become the successor to L Corporation. Agents launched a full scale covert operation to infiltrate the Capital of District 12. Subsidiary branches of L Corporation were planned to be dealt with by L Corporation's successor company and were not prioritized by agents. Agents were warned that L Corporation's primary facility was reported to contain large amounts of WAW and ALEPH class hazardous entities. Agents have also been warned that the primary assets used during Operation ORDEAL-OF-WHITE have not yet returned to their assigned offices and may still be roaming the premises.
Location: District 12's Nest and Backstreets.
Type: External Investigation.
Date: Case Opened June 5840.
003 Agents Active.
00.?I Priority Unknown.
Evidence: Direct order from the Head.
Operations Summary: Initial operations were successful, the Nest of District 12 was destroyed from damage caused by economic crash and internal entities formerly contained by subsidiary branches. Backstreets of District 12 have also degraded into civil war, small companies began openly attacking eachother to fight for their position as the new L Corporation. Problems occurred when agents attempted to enter the Nest. Two entities were discovered, one was confirmed to be an asset used during Operation ORDEAL-OF-WHITE. The second entity however was reported to resemble an Arbiter. Any further context or information of the second entity could not be achieved due to the manifestation of a third entity. Third entity resembled a human fetus with abnormally large red eyes and no discernible limbs, aside from six large wings, each four times larger than the entity. Entity was reported to be levitating midair while producing a red luminescence. The entity emitted a loud noise that was interpreted as aggression to the agents, who in tern opened fire on the entity. Upon the attempted attack, eleven agents were rapidly transformed into tall skeletal figures wielding various melee combat weapons. The ensuing battle resulted in the loss of nearly all agents, save for three who managed to escape. The asset used during Operation ORDEAL-OF-WHITE and the second entity resembling an Arbiter were later reported leaving District 12.
Results: The replacement of L Corporation proved to be ultimately unsuccessful. District 12's Nest is now being constantly patrolled by the levitating entity and its eleven subsidiary instances, the entities will attack all individuals that attempt to enter the Nest. District 12's economy is now largely based in the backstreets, with the main power controlling it being a coalition of currently unidentified Syndicates. Any attempts by all individuals attempting to enter the Nest have met with failure. The assets used during Operation ORDEAL-OF-WHITE (One Claw, One Grade-2 R Property Fixer, One Grade-2 W Property Fixer, One Grade-2 B Property Fixer, One Grade-2 P Property Fixer) as well as the entity resembling an Arbiter have been confirmed arriving at their assigned office, subjects are under questioning. The Nest of District 12 has been classified as an Urban Plague and is now under quarantine.
Case Status: Inconclusive.
Site-C01.
Madoka slowly walked through the halls of the site, accompanied by two heavy security body guards. The sight of the disciplined soldiers was a stark contrast to the pinkette's. Their boots made metallic sounds when marching on the smooth ground, as if they were stomping on metal grates, while Madoka's shoes barely made a squeak against the floor. The soldiers carried weapons that looked so powerful they were likely outlawed by every nation on earth. And the de-humanizing masks they wore made it impossible to tell what they were thinking, they gave off the demeanor of being cold machines. Heavy security indeed.
She never wanted to cause people paranoia, but whenever the pink haired girl passed by some of the senior researchers, they would stare at her like she was a ticking time bomb, as if she could destroy the entire universe and rebuild it with completely different laws of physics. Her so-called 'Potential' as a magical girl made most of her social interactions here unnecessarily awkward, the men in white labcoats would talk to her in various ways. If she was lucky, it would be a regular conversation. Most other times though, it would be one of three things; nervousness like they were defusing a bomb, pity that would be reserved for caged animals, or coldness borderlining on apathy (was that minor hatred she saw?). She was slowly easing into this life, but it would take a while for her to get completely used to it.
The two guards suddenly lurched forward and placed their arms in front of her in a cross shape, stopping her walk. Madoka stood up on her toes to see past the guards' muscular arms and was greeted with the sight of Kyubey trotting away. Everyone (literally everyone that worked here) emphasized the importance of Madoka staying as far away from Kyubey as she possibly could. And in the event she got close to him, she must not speak to him. And if she did speak to him, it must be about anything but wish granting. The girl understood their fears regarding Kyubey, and was glad that Kyubey tried to stay away as well. Besides, she was sure those surveillance cameras were equipped with more than just optics.
Soon enough, the white cat faded out of view. And once the guards were absolutely sure he wasn't coming back, they cautiously retracted their metal gloves and continued escorting Madoka towards the therapy room. Madoka immediately winced from a prickling sensation, her hand instinctively raised to a scar on the back of her neck.
Those tracking implants are really itchy...
It was only temporary, and before she knew it, Madoka was sitting at the table. In front of her was Doctor Goodman, her therapist and caretaker. Gregory was one of the few people who were able to hold a relatively stable conversation with her (the others were people like the announcement director, a man that looked too tired to care about anything). His hand unconsciously stroked his stubble as the other picked up a clipboard filled with the same repetitive questions.
"Hello again, Miss Kaname. Have you been doing well?"
Madoka replied honestly. "Um, I could be better. The guards aren't very social." The pinkette reminisced the moments she tried to make casual conversation with them, it was like trying to talk with a pile of rocks.
"Well, you know how they are. They're very...'passionate' about their work." The doctor chuckled, writing something on his clipboard. Passionate was one way to describe Madoka's bodyguards. Their loyalty and blind faith to the Foundation was borderline obsessive, something you would see from religious zealots. Perhaps that was why they were called the 'Red Right Hands'. "Do your implants hurt?"
Her hand drifted back onto the scar again. "I think I'm getting used to them, but they get kinda itchy when I move too violently." Though they were tiny, Madoka could still feel the small bits of metal inside the back of her neck.
"Those are common symptoms when people first get them. You probably won't be able to feel them anymore after a month." Gregory scribbled more. "If it does get too agitating though, just tell me. We won't be running out of painkillers anytime soon."
Questions continued, and answers followed, slowly but surely filling up the paper with checks and crosses. Once the sheet was full, the doctor flipped it over and moved on to the next one under. It was usually around this moment where the doctor started to look guilty, an expression not befitting his normally kind smile. "Alright, Miss Kaname. Do you remember where you were born?"
She answered this question so many times, what was the Foundation's deal? She gave them the same answer every time, and frankly it was starting to wear on even Madoka's seemingly limitless patience.
"I was born in this place, Site-C01."
As always, a sad wince split the doctor's face. It was as if he was expecting that answer, but still meekly hoped that Madoka would reply with something else. The pinkette tried asking him what was making him so sad, but she stopped trying after the first four 'classified's.
"That's...good to hear." His pen shivered a little in his hand. "Do you remember a place called 'Mitakihara City'?"
"No. I don't think so." As a matter of fact, Madoka had never even heard of the city. Once again, her answer caused a wince of guilt on the doctor's face.
The therapist then pulled out three pictures showing the faces of three different individauls. "Do you recognize these people?" He asked. The first picture showed a woman with short eggplant purple hair and violet eyes. A black hair clip in the shape of a bow sat on the right side of her hair. The second picture was that of a young man with medium light-brown hair and dark brown eyes. He wore glasses rimmed with taupe brown. The third and final picture showed a very young child with short brown messy hair and brown eyes.
The only thought these pictures brought to Madoka was, 'They look like a happy family'. But that was it, she didn't feel any familiarity or recognition. She didn't even know the context for why Gregory was showing these pictures.
"I'm sorry. I have no idea who these people are."
The doctor looked tired, his fingers trembling and nearly letting the clipboard fall off. After several deep breaths however, Gregory held the sheet with a newfound resolve and wrote something on it. If Madoka had peeked, she would have seen some strange words.
'FURTHER DOSES UNNECESSARY'.
"Author"'s Note: I definitely went too far with the 'Hitler was a magical girl' joke.
Sorry if this chapter didn't have much testing in it, but I really want to use 'Special Crosstesting Procedures' as a break between more lore-heavy chapters and a method of worldbuilding.
Thank you for all of your reviews, I was able to write much faster from the passion generated by them.
JaphetSkie: Nice. AWCY doing their usual shit. Although, wouldn't this be something Gamers Against Weed would do as well?
I suppose Gamers Against Weed would have made a lot more sense in that context, but since GAW doesn't have a projects format, I decided to use alternate universe AWCY instead.
Guest: So I guess Library of Ruins never happens then? Fair enough since the plot for it isn't finished but a little sad that Roland isn't going to show up.
Yeah, I really want to refrain from making a chapter with LOR until its plot is complete (and hopefully understandable). I don't want to portray certain elements without proper context, I already took a huge risk in this chapter by assuming the Eye and Head's behavior in regards to WhiteNight being a sore loser.
Guest: So Library of Ruina just doesn't happen in this continuity then? Makes sense but still a bit sad that Roland isn't going to show up.
If I someday end up introducing Roland, its gonna be really hard to write him since he actually has a personality. Not to mention, there's that whole conspiracy about him being a former Claw, which is a whole new can of worms that I'm not gonna open up until the game reveals more about it.
Guest: The Witch's House, huh? I haven't heard that name in a long time. I'm actually curious and interested on how you use it in this.
I'm really surprised and glad to see someone else here knows about Witch's House. Trust me, I have big plans for it.
Guest: Honestly, there's more then enough SCPs that can make Ainz and his cronies a run for their lives. Just lock them in a room with 682 and let the rest happen.
Indeed. The previous chapter establishes that there are beings more OP than Ainz (Hundun, Yaldabaoth's Archon). Thus, Ainz is going to be a lot more cautious when dealing with the SCP world. As for the SCP 682 thing, Ainz would probably just break out when he realizes the situation to be an endless stalemate.
Lineup List.
Puella Magi Madoka Magica.
Imscared. (Pixelated Horror Game)
Lobotomy Corporation.
Undertale.
Kantai Collection.
Spooky's Jumpscare Mansion.
RWBY. (All volumes complete)
Minecraft. (Modded)
Shinryaku Ikamusume.
Steven Universe.
Starcraft Series.
We Need To Go Deeper.
Wander Over Yonder. (Both seasons)
Elfen Lied.
Portal 1 & 2.
Metroid Series. (Zero Mission, Return of Samus, Super Metroid, and Fusion)
Hollow Knight. (Silksong Pending)
Darling in the FranXX.
How not to summon a demon lord.
OVERLORD. (Anime)
Youjo Senki.
The Witch's House. (A Classic RPG maker horror game)
The Witch's House: The Diary of Ellen. (Novel. A prequel to The Witch's House)
Iconoclasts. (Underrated Metroidvania)
Girl's Last Tour. (Post-apocalyptic anime that is oddly wholesome)
Familiar of Zero. (In-progress) (Might not complete it since it's physically painful to watch)
Up Next: OVERLORD + War On All Fronts
Thank you all so much for reading and reviewing. It fuels me with passion and helps speed up chapters that would otherwise take several months.
Sincerely, The "Author".