SECURE DOCUMENT
Audio/Visual Transcript
- Outpost Coordinator - Dr. Candace Sydney
- O11-1 (Hitchcock, Team Leader)
- O11-2 (Tarantino, Weapons and Security)
- O11-3 (Nolan, Weapons and Security)
- O11-4 (Kubrick, Communications and Surveillance)
[BEGIN LOG]
MTF Omega-11 activates their body cameras.
Hitchcock: Testing. Outpost, do you read?
Dr. Sydney: Affirmative, you’re coming through loud and clear.
Hitchcock: Copy. We’re set to approach the structure now.
The team approaches the entrance to SCP-5911. MTF-Hitchcock enters first, followed by MTF-Nolan, MTF-Kubrick, and MTF-Tarantino. Outpost records a loss of direct visual contact with MTF O-11.
Dr. Sydney: Confirming loss of visuals. We’re still picking up your feeds, though.
Hitchcock: Copy that.
The team enters the reception area. Banners, balloons, and streamers are now present in the lobby. Velvet ropes separate the reception area from the concession booth and the individual theater entrances. A banner overhanging the lobby reads “Welcome to the North Florida Independent Film Festival!”
Nolan: What’s that?
Hitchcock: Contact, unknown entity.
The team aims their rifles at an instance of SCP-5911-2 standing by the ticket stand. The humanoid entity is wearing a classic red and gold usher’s uniform, complete with hat and white gloves. The entity is of caucasian complexion and lacks any discernible facial features. The entity extends its right palm forward.
Hitchcock: It’s not attacking. Orders?
Dr. Sydney: Please present your tickets to the SCP-5911-2 instance.
Hitchcock: Copy. Kube, tickets.
Kubrick hands four tickets to the entity. It tears the tickets, returns the stubs, then discards the remnants into an ornate box.
Nolan: Anyone else smell fresh popcorn?
Tarantino: Affirmative. Smells pretty damn good.
Three instances of SCP-5911-2 are working behind the concessions counter.
One of the instances lifts an empty popcorn bag to its head. A small hole appears in the center of the entity’s face and rapidly expands, covering nearly the entirety of the instance’s face. The entity regurgitates a stream of hot popcorn into the bag. When full, the hole in the entity’s face closes once again.
Tarantino: Okay, I take back what I said about the popcorn.
Hitchcock: Outpost, can you run a playback and see if those things were here when we arrived?
Dr. Sydney: Yes, one second.
The researchers at Outpost 267 review the footage and conclude that the instances were not present upon the team’s entry.
Dr. Sydney: Looks like they manifested some time after you came in. It’s possible that SCP-5911 can manifest these entities at will. (To Junior Researcher Holland) Make a note of that.
Hitchcock: Copy that, I want everyone on high alert. Just because these things haven’t tried to kill us yet doesn’t mean they won’t try it eventually.
MTF Omega-11 approaches the concession stand. There are two hallways to either side, each lined with theater entrances and extending out of sight.
Hitchcock: Let’s stick together, we’ll clear the left hallway before moving onto the right.
Dr. Sydney: Reminder, documenting the premiere of [REDACTED] is mission priority.
Hitchcock: Copy that. Nolan, watch the clock for us and make sure we don't miss our big premiere.
MTF-Nolan sets an alarm on his wristwatch before following MTF-Hitchcock into the leftmost hallway. MTF Omega-11 proceeds down the hallway until they reach the first theater entrance, marked “Theater #1”. The team enters the theater and emerges into a darkened corridor. Orchestral music can be heard coming from the end of the hall.
Kubrick: The floor is sticky.
Hitchcock:: Outpost, you want us to grab any samples?
Dr. Sydney: Negative, the films are what matter.
Hitchcock: Copy that. Let’s get a surveillance camera running in the screening room and move onto the next theater.
MTF Omega-11 files down the corridor and emerges into the screening room. A film is being screened, and dozens of instances of SCP-5911-2 fill the seats.
Tarantino: Holy shit.
An instance in the back row turns around to face MTF-Tarantino. It puts a finger up to where it’s mouth should be, and an audible “shh” sound is heard.
Hitchcock: (Whispering) How’s that camera coming along?
Kubrick: Almost got it, just one more second.
Kubrick affixes a surveillance camera to a tripod and positions it toward the screen.
Multiple instances of SCP-5911-2 turn to face MTF Omega-11. Each lifts their finger to their face.
Nolan: Alright, stream is live.
Hitchcock: Copy that. Outpost, please confirm.
Dr. Sydney: Looks good on our end.
Hitchcock: Alright, let’s get the hell out of here.
MTF Omega-11 exits the screening room.
Tarantino: Should we feel bad about bootlegging anomalous films?
Hitchcock: Cut the chatter.
Tarantino: I mean, you wouldn’t steal a car—
MTF Omega-11 exits the Theater #1 hall. The reception area is no longer visible. Instead, the hallway appears to extend indefinitely in either direction.
Dr. Sydney: Omega-11, we just lost your transponder signals. We're trying to pin down your coordinates now.
Hitchcock: Copy that, looks like we're encountering some kind of spatial anomaly.
Dr. Sydney: Do you think this will interfere with your ability to document the premiere?
Hitchcock: I don't know. I'm a little more worried about my team right now than the movie, Outpost.
Dr. Sydney: We need to document the premiere at all costs. Proceed down the hall until you find the correct theater.
Hitchcock: With all do respect ma'am, I think we need to prioritize finding a way out of here.
Outpost-237 does not immediately respond.
Hitchcock: Outpost Coordinator, do you copy?
MTF O-11’s radios produce nothing but static.
Hitchcock: Weapons up, team. Kube, see what you can do about our radios.
A sharp surge of static breaks the silence.
Jr. Researcher Holland: MTF Omega-11, do you copy?
Hitchcock: Yeah, we’re reading you. What’s going on?
Jr. Researcher Holland: Dr. Sydney is gone.
Hitchcock: Gone? Gone where?
Jr. Researcher Holland: I'm not sure.
Tarantino: Hey dipshit, tell us what the fuck is happening!
Jr. Researcher Holland: Wait, we just picked her up on the security feed. She’s approaching SCP-5911.
Hitchcock: Alert security personnel, do not let her enter the building under any circumstances!
Jr. Researcher Holland: Security is on the way, but she’s almost at the door. Can your team rendezvous with her in the lobby?
Hitchcock: Negative, do not let her enter the building!
At this moment, MTF-Nolan's wristwatch begins to beep. He spots an entity in the hallway before he can deactivate the alarm.
Nolan: Contact!
The team turns and aims their weapons at an instance of SCP-5911-2. The instance gestures toward a theater entrance on its left. The marquee reads [REDACTED].
Tarantino: Hey, that’s our movie.
Suddenly, four instances of SCP-5911-2 materialize behind MTF Omega-11. The instances work in synchrony to grab each team member from behind at once.
Hitchcock: Weapons free!
The SCP-5911-2 instances manage to immediately disarm agents Hitchcock and Kubrick. MTF-Nolan fires a three-round burst, but misses the entities. He is then disarmed.
MTF-Tarantino wrests away from the instance closest to him and fires seven rounds into the entity’s chest. The SCP-5911-2 is largely unaffected, and works in tandem with another instance to bring MTF-Tarantino to the ground.
Tarantino: Get your motherfucking hands off me!
The instances apply pressure to MTF-Tarantino’s arms, and an audible snap is heard. He screams.
MTF Omega-11 is forced into the theater by the SCP-5911-2 instances.
The theater is filled with instances of SCP-5911-2. MTF Omega-11’s entrance is greeted with applause.
The team is led to the front row of the theater, where they are forced into four empty seats in the middle of the aisle. The SCP-5911-2 instances begin excreting an unknown gelatinous substance from their oral cavities, using it to affix the team into their seats. Excretions are also applied to the team’s mouths, making them unable to speak beyond muffled grunts.
The team’s cameras are faced toward the blank screen. Audio recording devices detect a spike in applause shortly before Dr. Sydney walks into frame. She is holding a wireless microphone and waves toward the crowd.
Dr. Sydney: Thank you all for coming out to support my little film!
She pauses for applause to dwindle.
Dr. Sydney: As many of you know, filmmaking has always been something deeply personal for me. I always dreamt of being up here one day, making the corny speech before the lights dim and the real movie magic begins. I would not be here today if it wasn’t for the support of my loving parents, the love of my husband Greg and, of course, the SCP Foundation for financing this project. Without them, none of us would be in this room today. Let’s give a round of applause to the SCP Foundation, everyone!
The audience cheers and claps. MTF-Hitchcock's camera briefly turns to face the rest of MTF Omega-11. The unknown substance covering their mouths slowly spreads outward in all directions.
Dr. Sydney: And let’s keep it going for the North Florida Independent Film Festival! Such an amazing organization that’s doing incredible work in keeping the spirit of indie filmmaking alive and thriving! I am so grateful for this opportunity and I'm looking forward to joining your permanent roster of in-house filmmakers. It is truly an honor, and I know my cast and crew feels the same way.
As the applause subsides, Dr. Sydney gestures to MTF Omega-11. The substance has successfully spread across the entirety of the agents' faces. MTF Omega-11 begin to thrash in their seats.
Dr. Sydney: I want to thank these four amazingly talented men for helping bring my creative vision to life. It was their hard work and sacrifice that made this movie possible. Together, we will continue to make original films for years to come. I can't thank you enough, you guys rock!
Distorted laughter from the audience. The unknown substance begins sloughing off the agents in chunks, revealing blank faces with no discernible features.
Dr. Sydney: They say the actor's job is to remove themselves from the material, so that the soul of the character can truly inhabit their bodies. If there is one thing that I've learned as a director, it's that the best actors are blank canvases.
The substances affixing MTF Omega-11 to their seats completely dissolves, and the team rises. They join Dr. Sydney on stage.
Dr. Sydney: So without further ado, I’d like to welcome you all to the world premiere of my film, [REDACTED]. I hope you all enjoy watching the movie as much as we enjoyed making it. Be sure to stick around after the screening for a Q&A with the director - moi - as well as the surviving members of the cast and crew! Enjoy!
The theater goes dark as the projector activates.
At this time, all monitors in Outpost 237 go black. Surveillance team loses MTF visuals.
After a moment, the monitors reboot. All monitors now display the opening credits of "[REDACTED], a film by Dr. Candace Sydney".
[END LOG]
All testing has been suspended, and priorities shifted to containment of SCP-5911.