Hey guys, TheDoctor1998 here with another chapter! This time, we're doing the tiger that creates an illusion of a kitten for camouflage.
Now, on with the show!
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Sera awoke with a start, remembering the day before. 'Did all of that really happen?' But looking out of one of the ground-level windows of her room confirmed her fears, as she didn't see the beauty of Heaven. Instead, she saw the horrific landscapes of Hell. The very place where God banished his once favorite son to.
The place where God trapped both herself and her little sister, for the time being. Though, with how pissed he was at her, Adam, and the Exorcists, she wondered if yesterday was the last day she lived in Heaven.
She tried to open a gate to Heaven, only to feel an overwhelming holy power blocking her. It wasn't even an active block, more like someone stood in front of the door without even noticing someone tried to open it.
The Seraphim decided to head to the lobby, and saw Emily talking to Hell's royalty, much to Sera's displeasure. Don't get her wrong, she didn't actually hate the fallen angel or his daughter, but their actions brought nothing but chaos on Earth and Heaven. Something that she despised due to her purpose in protecting Heaven and its denizens.
When Emily saw Sera though, she quickly broke away from her new friend and beelined towards her sister. Though, unlike the times she did so in the past, there was no smile on the smaller Seraphim's face. "Sera, we need to talk."
"Emily, I've already told you-"
"Not about the Exterminations." Emily interrupted. "I want to know why you acted so weirdly with some of those SCPs. Bobble, 682, the Vermin God, even the Heart to some degree. You acted so weird when any of them were shown."
"Yeah, I kinda wanna know too." Lucifer piped up. "For some weird reason, Bobble and the Vermin God both oozed off some holy energy. Not pure holy energy like you and Ems, but twisted like mine."
Sera stared at Emily for a moment before relenting. "You're not going to let this go, are you?"
"I've had enough of your lies, Sera." Emily glared. "Just tell me the truth."
"Very well." Sera nodded after a moment. "How much do any of you know about the Horsemen of the Apocalypse?"
"Fuck, those guys are real too?" Angel groaned.
"I think what my effeminate fellow tried to say was that we human souls know at least some things about the Horsemen." Alastor interrupted. "Specifically, that they're four beings who usher in the apocalypse."
"Geez, how many details have my kids forgotten?" Adam scoffed. "Story time fuckers. Those four Horsemen were corrupted angels, twisted when my eldest bastard killed Able. Four concepts came into existence that day, and four unlucky angels got turned into monsters because of it. War, representing conflict between humans. Conquest, representing dominating another's will with your own. Famine, representing the starvation Cain caused. And Death, to represent murder."
"Wasn't there a Pestilence one too?" Husk asked.
"War and Conquest fought, and War won, twisting Conquest into Pestilence to bring diseases." Adam scoffed again. "Apparently, the big bitch here, the other Seraphim, and Lucifucks siblings killed them alongside their horses."
"Unfortunately, it doesn't seem like we destroyed them entirely." Sera frowned, not appreciating being called a bitch. "I sensed something in both Bobble and the Vermin God, and I believe they're the reincarnations of War and Famine."
Silence fell upon the lobby once again. "That's definitely a problem." Lucifer admitted.
"And to make things worse, it seems that at least one of the Horsemen's steeds survived." Sera said. "Specifically, the Pale Horse of Death, something they found during the Horsemen's rebellion against Heaven. A being that would not die, no matter how much we threw at it."
"682!" Pentious realized.
"The very same." Sera nodded.
"Well, regardless of what'll happen between Heaven and Hell, I think we can all agree that the Horsemen are a problem, right?" Lucifer asked.
"Not as much as-" Lute started growling.
"Actually, Lute, I'm with the wife stealer on this one." Adam said, pulling a face.
"Sir?!"
"Yeah, I know, shocking and all. Even got myself a little sick from that." Adam's mask started turning a tad green. "Point is, the Horsemen are honestly more dangerous than anyone in Hell."
"Geez, thanks Adam." Vaggie scoffed.
"Am I wrong?" The First Man asked. "Point is, most of the cunts down here aren't even able to get up in Heaven, and the Horsemen are way more hostile than most demons."
"So, I'm guessing you're all ready to see the next SCP?" God asked, suddenly popping up in the room and startling everyone.
Charlie, having managed to get over it with relative ease, quickly nodded to her grandfather. "I guess we'll need to put a pin in this. For now."
Once everyone was seated, the next file began.
Dr. Nori appeared on the screen again. "Good afternoon everyone, my name is Dr. Nori, and today we're going to be studying SCP-247, AKA a Harmless Kitten."
"Heh, looks like it's about you, Husky." Angel grinned.
"I'm still going to jam that bottle down your throat if you keep acting like that." Husk deadpanned.
"Don't threaten me with a good time." Angel winked.
Item #: SCP-247
Containment Class: Euclid
Secondary Class: None
Disruption Class: Vlam
Risk Class: Danger
"Wait, I think I got this one." Pentious said. "Euclid means that containment isn't always certain, and Vlam means that it'd only affect a few people at a time. But what does the Danger Class mean?"
"A Danger Class object is potentially, though not always, lethal to interact with." God answered.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-247 is kept in an enclosure of at least 20 (twenty) by 40 (forty) meters, furnished based on the plans provided by the [REDACTED] Zoo and (Stricken through: lined with SCP-148) offset from the rest of Site-XX by at least 50 (fifty) meters in order to mitigate its psychic effect. (As per current containment procedures for SCP-148, its use in the containment of other SCPs is to be avoided if at all possible. -O5-X). SCP-247 is to be fed 18 kilograms of fresh meat on a tri-weekly basis. Feeding occurs in a separate enclosure. Cleaning staff should enter the enclosure only during designated feeding times. No other access to the enclosure is allowed. The footage resulting from any violation of this order is to be archived for use in training the cleaning and monitoring staff of SCP-247.
"This can't be good." Vaggie winced. Some kind of carnivore with psychic powers just screamed danger.
In case of a containment breach, the entire wing must be evacuated and all live footage of the incident heavily censored. The area SCP-247 occupies will be sealed off and gassed, followed by the return of SCP-247 to containment. If for any reason this should become impossible, a retrieval team will be sent in armed with heavy tranquilizer rifles. Retrieval team Agents must be specially selected for high reflexes, excellent marksmanship, unquestioning obedience, and low empathy scores.
"Wait, low empathy scores?" Charlie asked, somewhat uneasy.
"Like I said, sometimes the Foundation needs to do some awful things for the greater good." God repeated. "They know they're going to Hell for what they do, but they still do it to protect humanity as a whole."
Description: SCP-247 is a Bengal Tiger (Panthera tigris tigris; adult female) which, to all observers, appears to be a harmless cat (Felis catus; juvenile female) with an orange-and-black striped coat resembling that of a tiger.
Remote feeds and still photos also show this illusion, although it is unknown whether the photo itself is affected or merely the observer. SCP-247's true nature has been confirmed by analysis of weight, water displacement, and dental moulds made from bite marks.
"Yeah, I can see why this is dangerous." Lucifer said, frowning. "Those tigers can be a handful to deal with for regular people. And one that can disguise itself as a housecat would be way too dangerous."
It is unknown exactly how SCP-247 generates this illusion. There are two components to the illusion: first, a memetic effect that changes the perceived image of SCP-247 to that of a kitten, and second, a psychic component which radiates outward from the subject (diminishing according to the inverse square law and reaching half strength at X meters). Any sentient being within this field comes under the impression that SCP-247 is completely harmless, regardless of prior knowledge or experience. Individuals in this field also show extreme reluctance to harm or allow others to harm SCP-247, even while being actively harmed by the subject. This psychic field can be blocked with SCP-148, or avoided by striking from well outside its effective range. The memetic effect is not blocked by SCP-148; as of yet, no one has been able to see SCP-247 as anything but a small striped cat.
Typically SCP-247 will begin to purr or mew when approached by a human. The human will remark that this is adorable, and approach to pet the subject (this has been observed even in persons who strongly dislike cats). SCP-247 has been known to accept affection from its victims for upwards of seven minutes before disemboweling and devouring them.
"So it has learned to use its camouflage to the fullest." Alastor muttered.
Emily hugged herself, losing herself in her multiple wings. "I can't imagine just petting a kitten, and it then doing that to you."
Genetic analysis shows slight deviation from a typical Bengal Tiger's genotype, indicating possible contamination [DATA EXPUNGED] all further breeding experiments require O5 level approval. The resulting hybrids have been designated SCP-247-1; see Experiment Log 247a-14 for more details.
"Oh fuck." Charlie breathed. "They made more of those things?!"
Addendum 247a: A series of tests in exposing SCP-247 and the Control subjects to various non-human animals. Control testing took place in an exact replica of SCP-247's enclosure. Control A is a yellow kitten matching SCP-247's apparent size and age. Control B is a fully grown Bengal Tiger matching SCP-247's actual weight.
"I don't like where this is going." Emily said uneasily.
Experiment Log 247a-01
Date: XX/XX/2010
Test Subject: A mixed-breed dog, mostly terrier. A known cat-chaser.
Control Test A: Subject immediately began barking and ran at the control, which retreated up a nearby tree.
Control Test B: Subject cowered in the corner as far from the control as possible. Control took no notice of the subject.
Results: Subject ran toward SCP-247, barking loudly. At approximately five (5) meters away subject slowed to a halt and became silent. At this point, SCP-247 rolled over and made a 'mewing' sound believed to be a sign of annoyance. The subject retreated to a far corner of the enclosure with its tail between its legs.
Notes: That was extremely odd. Further testing recommended. -Researcher SXXXX
Approved. -O5-X
"What just happened?" Charlie asked, tilting her head.
"My guess? The dog saw 247 as a kitten at first before it noticed what the thing really was." Pentious pondered, writing his theories down.
Experiment Log 247a-02I-II
Date: XX/XX/2010
Test Subject: A male tabby kitten with the same apparent age as SCP-247.
Control Test A: Subject played with the control in the manner expected of kittens.
Control Test B: Subject climbed a tree and attempted to hide itself from the control, displaying visible signs of terror.
Results (Test I): Subject approached SCP-247 and mewed. SCP-247 responded in kind and played with the tabby kitten. The resulting footage is extremely odd; at one point SCP-247 lifts the subject (which appears to be the same size as SCP-247) with a single forepaw, while at another point SCP-247 lifts the subject with its mouth, clearly showing that its mouth is much larger than it appears to be. The leading researcher characterized this as adorable but remarked that it gave him "a headache." Due to a faulty recorder, this test had to be repeated.
Results (Test II): Subject approached SCP-247 as above. SCP-247 made a deep purring sound, analogous to a growl. Subject reacted as in Control Test B.
Notes: This seems to indicate 247 has some degree of conscious control over its apparent appearance. -Researcher SXXXX
Emily released the breath she was holding, glad that the kitten was okay.
Experiment Log 247a-03
Date: XX/XX/2010
Test Subject: An adult male deer, a normal prey animal for a Bengal Tiger. (Control B and SCP-247 were not fed for 3 days prior to this experiment.)
Control Test A: Subject grazed. Control fell asleep two minutes into the experiment.
Control Test B: Control attacked, killed and devoured subject, which behaved normally for a deer trapped in an enclosed space with a large predator.
Results: Subject began grazing as in Control Test A. SCP-247 approached it calmly and killed it with a single bite to the neck, then proceeded to devour the subject. (Test was repeated without SCP-247 being forced to fast. SCP-247 completely ignored the subject for over a day before apparently becoming hungry and killing it, again with a single bite to the neck.)
Notes: SCP-247 seems to prefer humans, both as food and for entertainment. Other prey animals presented to SCP-247 were all killed in a single strike, while humans are invariably allowed to pet the SCP for some time before being killed and are sometimes mauled and 'played' with the way a cat will play with a mouse. Furthermore, the SCP has killed every human it has had the opportunity to kill, regardless of hunger. -Researcher SXXXX
"Fuck." Adam groaned. "Of course this thing turned into a sadistic monster."
Experiment Log 247a-08
Date: XX/XX/2010
Test Subject: An adult female chimpanzee.
Control Test A: Subject and control ignored one another.
Control Test B: Subject retreated to a tree, showing some signs of unease. Control displayed some curiosity towards the subject but did not attack.
Results: Subject approached SCP-247, made noises identified as signs of affection, and began to groom SCP-247. SCP-247 allowed the subject to groom it for over an hour, then messily killed and devoured it.
Notes: This seems to be its typical reaction to unfamiliar prey animals. It seems to prefer its prey on apes with advanced social behaviour. Experiments with gorillas and other social apes have shown similar results. Essentially, SCP-247 is a large predator that has somehow adapted to take advantage of the largest available food source – humans. We should investigate all future reports of man-eating tigers in case there are more of these things. -Researcher SXXXX
"Great." Charlie sighed. "It learned to use the empathy of others against them."
"Guess you know what that's like?" Emily asked, recognizing the younger Morningstar's tone. Even though most of the human souls in Heaven are good by nature, many still have experiences with bad humans from when they were alive. Including having their kindness being taken advantage of.
"You have no idea." Charlie sighed.
Experiment Log 247a-12
Date: XX/XX/2010
Test Subject: An adult female grizzly bear.
Control Test A: Control fled up a tree in terror. Subject ignored it.
Control Test B: Subject and control acted nervously and gave one another as large a berth as possible.
Results: Initially subject and SCP-247 ignored one another. At one point subject came very close to SCP-247, resulting in SCP-247 giving a warning growl. Subject responded with hostility. Test aborted due to possible harm to SCP-247; subject tranquilized by Foundation personnel and subsequently killed by SCP-247.
Notes: Future tests involving animals potentially capable of killing or injuring a Bengal Tiger are cancelled. -Researcher SXXXX
"Booo!" Cherri yelled. "Let them fucking fight!"
Experiment Log 247a-13
Date: XX/XX/2010
Test Subject: An adult female Bengal Tiger
Control Test A: Control fled up a tree in terror. Subject ignored it.
Control Test B: Subject and control greeted one another, established the order of social dominance, then both fell asleep.
Results: Identical to Control Test B.
Notes: Interestingly, SCP-247 was the beta animal in this interaction. -Researcher SXXXX
"Heh, beta female." Angel chuckled, much to the annoyance of others.
Experiment Log 247a-14
Date: XX/XX/2010
Test Subject: An adult male Bengal Tiger
Control Test A: Control fled up a tree in terror. Subject ignored it.
Control Test B: Omitted, record of normal Bengal Tiger mating behaviour substituted.
Results: As expected based on Control Test B. [DATA EXPUNGED].
Notes: Researcher SXXXX has been removed from this project for lax security in his experiments, although in light of his injuries, further disciplinary measures have been deemed unnecessary. [DATA EXPUNGED], which seems to have benefited from a form of 'hybrid vigor', has been designated SCP-247-1. Considering that SCP-247 is likely to have bred naturally in the wild, MTF Iota-5 ("Tiger Bait") has been formed and assigned to hunt down and contain or destroy all incidences of the hybrid SCP-247-1. -O5-X
"And that's where the hybrids came from." Lucifer concluded, sighing.
"At least that S guy's still alive." Charlie cringed, hoping he'll recover
Dr. Nori appeared on the screen again. "And that's SCP-247, a tiger with psychic powers that causes it to appear as a kitten. Thank you all for listening, if you still are, and goodbye."
"Well, this one was at least enlightening." Alastor smirked. "Turns out some of these anomalies are just wild animals taking advantage of their natural abilities."
"Guess it's better than that fucking Heart or 682." Adam reluctantly agreed.
Dr. Nori was shown observing SCP-247, seemingly playing with other kittens near it. Though, of course, she knew that those kittens weren't actual kittens.
"So, what did you think?" God asked.
"It was a bit… different." Sera admitted. "Nothing too much of note, though."
"Yeah, I'm with Sera on this one." Lucifer shrugged. "I mean, okay, it's a bit weird, but nothing too bad compared to some of the others."
"Very well then." God nodded. "Then I might as well go to the next one." He hit the shuffle mode again, producing the next file, grimacing a bit. "Okay, little warning, this is one of the nastier ones."
SCP-632
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And that's a wrap. Tried to do my best here, but it was a pretty short and simple SCP.
TheDoctor1998 here, signing out!