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Item Number: SCP-3009

Object Class: Neutralized

Special Containment Procedures: Site-3009 has been established around SCP-3009. Should SCP-3009 reactivate, the full company-force of MTF Tau-5 (Samsara) is to be immediately deployed to contain the anomaly. Support elements are to form a defensive perimeter and halt the advancement of SCP-3009-A, while the Samsara squad is to enter and close the anomaly.

Description: SCP-3009 is a deep, linear fissure in ████████, Wales which produced several hundred humanoid entities (SCP-3009-A) per hour from the southern point of the fissure, beginning several hours after its initial manifestation.

SCP-3009-A were humanoids of of variable age and gender. They emerged from SCP-3009 either nude, or dressed in clothing consistent with serfs of the High Medieval Period. Their heads were engorged, and filled with an unidentifiable liquid that eliminated any matter it came into contact with. Furthermore, heads of the instances would easily rupture and explode, complicating physical containment measures and close-quarters combat.

The instances were belligerent and hostile, and neither cooperated nor communicated with one another. Notably, upon exiting SCP-3009, instances would invariably travel due north.

History: Initial containment was achieved shortly after SCP-3009's activation. A containment team was already present at the location, due to the fissure's appearance being consistent with the manifestation pattern of SCP-████. Twelve personnel were killed when SCP-3009-A first emerged. Containment Liaison Lucius ████ contacted nearby Site-657, which deployed its personal security detachment. MTF Nu-7 arrived several hours later, and led the defensive against SCP-3009-A.

After several weeks of engagement, it became clear that there was a pattern to SCP-3009-A's emergence, with a predictable fifteen-minute lull in activity every six hours. Ground troops engaging SCP-3009-A noticed that the first several waves of SCP-3009-A were identical in appearance after each lull.

It was decided by the Site Directors' Executive Committee of the Whole that neutralization would be attempted during a lull in activity.


+Enter Credentials

syncID: SHughes
Password: *********

- Access Granted. Welcome, Captain Hughes.

Neutralization log.

Members of MTF Tau-5 ("Samsara") entered SCP-3009 at 14:52 on 5/9/2018.

Exploration Team: MTF Tau-5 ("Samsara")

Overwatch: Captain Hughes

Team Members: Sergeant Irantu (Lead), Corporal Munru, Specialist Nanku, Specialist Onru

<Begin Log>

[Video feed begins with Samsara standing outside SCP-3009].

OW: Mic check, team.

SGT Irantu: It is functioning, yes.

CPL Munru: Check.

SPC Nanku: Check.

SPC Onru: Check.

OW: Alright, team. You need to get inside the fissure. Relay your findings back to base.

Munru: Exactly how long… until the dash A's return?

OW: You have just under ten minutes.

Irantu: That leaves little time for us to waste.

OW: Excellent. Break a leg out there, team!

Onru: Is that an… order?

OW: I—

Munru: I volunteer Nanku. All in favor?

Irantu: Focus, team! On my mark.

[The team jumps into fissure. Upon reaching the bottom, they travel for approximately 10 meters prior to vanishing. The troopers' feeds continue to transmit, though they aren't able to receive communications from command.]

[POV from Munru's head-cam: The squad is standing within a wooded area, enclosed in an iridescent, translucent dome.]

Nanku: Well, that's odd.

Irantu: Strange. Looks… like a giant bubble.

Nanku: Do you think we can pop it?

Onru: Let's see.

[Onru approaches the dome, extends a hand and inserts her index finger.]

Onru: Nope. Tickles though.

[Onru withdraws her hand, which spurts a jet of blood. Her finger is absent.]

Onru: Oh. I… enjoyed that finger.

Munru: It appears as if we are stuck. Overwatch, do you copy?

Munru: Captain Hughes, do you read me?

Onru: Are we on our own?

Irantu: Seems so. At any rate, we need to get moving. We'll need to get closer to the source of the disruption if we're to—

[A loud moaning can be heard. An instance of SCP-3009-A is crawling on the ground towards the team. Its body below the waist is missing. Nanku fires upon it, killing the instance and causing a small portion of the terrain around it to be eliminated.]

Munru: I don't see any… more.

Onru: Uh. Problem.

[From Onru's cam: A magenta column of raw thaumic energy has appeared in the distance, visible over the treetops. A flash of light pulses from it, and rapidly expands to fill the area. Before the team can react, the light passes over the team. Visibility is momentarily reduced.]

Irantu: [Rubbing his eyes.] Everyone alright?

Onru: Look! I got… my finger back!

Nanku: Wow. You actually sounded pretty… happy. Try to smile, or grin next time. That's usually what happy… people do.

Onru: Oh, thanks! [Furrows her brow and grimaces] Like this?

Irantu: No. You need to move the corners of your mouth up more. It can be tricky, but-

Munru: Hey! What happened to the body?

[Munru approaches the spot where the SCP-3009-A instance was terminated. The item's remains are absent, and the ground is intact.]

Onru: Did everything reset?

Nanku: Ooo! A time-loop. That's a first.

Munru: Then they're not being generated.

Onru: That means we're in here with all of them, now.

[From Irantu's cam: Movement can be seen in the distance.]

Irantu: Weapons ready.

[Squad draws their firearms.

Dozens of SCP-3009-A rapidly close in. Samsara engages with surgical precision. Instances are incapable of coming within 40 meters of the team. After several minutes of combat, the approaching force increases in number, forming a dense crowd.]

Irantu: We aren't going to accomplish… anything like this. Get ready to move. We'll punch right up the middle.

Onru: Agreed. The remaining squads can handle… the leftovers as they emerge in baseline.

Irantu: No, you stay here. Destroy… as many as possible before they get Earth-side. The rest of you, on me.

[From Onru's cam: Irantu charges the instances, followed by Nanku and Munru. The team alternates between sprinting and firing upon the instances before disappearing from view in the woods. The remainder of Onru's feed consists of her engaging the encroaching instances.

Onru manages to dispatch over a hundred instances with her primary firearm, 57 with a service pistol, and several thousand upon deploying her 5.56mm rotary auto-canon. Due the destruction of most of her body to deploy said weapon, Onru is rendered immobile, and is overtaken upon the expenditure of available ammunition.]

[From Nanku's cam: Instances of SCP-3009-A seem to ignore the squad, and continue past them towards the point of entry; Onru can be heard engaging the instances in the distance.

The team heads deeper into the woods, where the numbers of SCP-3009-A begin to thin out. Munru fires upon an SCP-3009-A as it runs past SGT Irantu. Its head bursts, releasing fluid which eliminates the upper half of Irantu's body, and eats through several areas across Munru's face and chest.]

Munru: Oh, no.

Nanku: Accidents happen. The two of us are enough to handle this.

Munru: Not him. My warding implant… [He motions towards a hole in the center of his forehead, approximately 2 cm in diameter and deep enough to expose the bone. He digs his finger into the hole and feels around inside.] …it seems to have been compromised.

Nanku: Are you good to continue?

[Munru nods.

The pair continue north for several minutes and eventually come across a clearing. A motte-and-bailey style castle similar in design to those existing in the area around the turn of the 11th century can be seen in the distance. The immediate area surrounding the walls show absent portions consistent with SCP-3009-A discharge.

Munru: Do you feel that?

Nanku: Yea. My Argus Three1 is picking up some heavy EVE2 emanating from within that castle. Type-Black; Locked.

Munru: Definitely a god. Or something like it, at least.

Nanku: You thinking what I'm thinking?

Munru: That would mean there was a mistake in our uploading.

Nanku: Not like that. I mean, I'm thinking we go in there and blow everything to hell.

Munru: Ah. Then, yes. Let us do exactly that.

[The pair make their way inside through a collapsed portion of wall. The houses and other structures within the bailey are consistent with those of the time period. Areas are eroded in a similar manner, suggesting a presence of SCP-3009-A within. No signs of life are present.]

Nanku: Looks like it's a straight shot.

Munru: Halt! Turn away, children!

Nanku: What is the matter?

Munru: Not me… I didn't — [At this point, several voices can be heard emanating from Munru; speaking in unison with him.] This is our price. Our bondage.

[Nanku approaches Munru slowly.]

Nanku: You OK?

Munru: [Multiple voices. Munru's body language suggests panic; his hand can be seen trembling as he reaches for his sidearm.] Sixty-seven. A dead man walks on broken grass through the Hall of—3

[From Nanku's cam: Nanku lashes out at Munru. Her fist crashes through Munru's mouth and exits out the back of his head. She withdraws her hand, and Munru falls to the ground, dead. A surge of azure light rises from his corpse, and swiftly travels towards the castle keep. It passes through the wall and out of sight.]

Nanku: Oh… hell no. You're not getting out of this so… easily.

[Nanku crouches low towards the ground - the sound of her Ambulatory Peripatetic Enhancement can be heard to chime.

Nanku explodes forwards across the bailey, up the motte, and crashes trough the wall of the keep. The keep itself consists of a single large room sectioned off into several smaller rooms for the occupant.

She walks forward to where a dirty straw mat lay across the ground. Nanku brushes it aside with her foot, revealing a trap-door. Once opened, a shaft can be seen to extend down into the motte -terminating several meters into the Earth. There is a wooden ladder leading down, which Nanku ignores, and jumps down the shaft.

The chamber Nanku lands in is a small, narrow dungeon, lined with stone. There is a single path that runs opposite the ladder - at the end of which is a robed humanoid (SCP-3009-B). It is cast in silhouette against the iridescent column, and is hunched over, facing away from Nanku.]

Nanku: Are you a god?

[SCP-3009-B moves to stand. An ornate, wooden chest encased in chains can be seen lying on the ground behind it. The entity turns to face Nanku. As it speaks, several dozen vocalizations come from the entity, echoing its dialogue.]

SCP-3009-B: Your tongue. The distant future. You do not belong here.

[Nanku removes her left hand, priming the Heissan-Neuman Olympian-Class Ravager embedded in her arm. A distinctive, high-pitched whir is emitted by the weapon as it charges. Nanku aims it at the entity's head.4]

Nanku: You have precisely… five seconds to answer my question before—

SCP-3009-B: We are called [SCP-3009-B emits a piercing screech, followed by a gurgle]. The closest analogue in your tongue is 'Many'. You may call us that if it suits you.

Nanku: I'm… fully dressed, thanks.

SCP-3009-B: [SCP-3009-B pauses for a moment, before continuing.] Your weapon will be ineffectual, regardless. There is but one threat to our kind, and indeed, existence itself. For you see, there is this grand and—

[Nanku fires upon the entity. A bright flash illuminates the area. The entity is alight with green fire. Hundreds of voices can be heard screaming in unison within the entity, whose remains writhe - scattered across the ground and walls of the chamber. Nanku looks down at the remains of her arm - most of the weapon had also been destroyed in the blast, and is leaking negatively-charged thaumatic fluid.

The remains of SCP-3009-B begin to seep towards one another. They collect on the floor of the chamber, begin to take on a humanoid shape, and stand. Nanku draws her pistol.]

SCP-3009-B: You cannot begin to comprehe—

[Nanku shoots it in the head point-blank. Chunks and particles of the entity splatter onto the wall behind it as it collapses. It begins to reform again, and slowly rises to stand.]

SCP-3009-B: The grand force of chaos, Apakht! You must—

[Nanku shoots it in the head again. The entity has trouble getting off the ground, and rises to a knee. Its body-language suggests pleading.]

SCP-3009-B: [The entity's tertiary voices no longer speak in unison, and discordantly stutter.] Y-y-y-y-y-ou must not kill Apak—

[Nanku sighs, and shoots the entity in the face again. It falls to the ground, and no longer seems capable of repairing the damage to its head.]

SCP-3009-B: This is merely—

[It is interrupted by another round from Nanku's pistol. It thrashes on the ground; its tertiary voices constantly repeat 'Decoy!' in a desperate manner.]

[Nanku fires upon the entity. After a brief period of consideration, she fires upon it a second time, pauses, then proceeds to empty the clip into its body. The entity neither moves nor speaks; it appears to be lifeless. Nanku approaches the body, and kicks it square in the chest.]

Nanku: This is cause for celebration.

[Nanku presses a depression on the flesh behind her ear and an audio file begins to play: 'Don't Stop Me Now' from the artist Queen. Nanku proceeds to set-up an Existential-Disruption Field Generator. The feed cuts out upon its activation.]

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