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= Site-12, Monday Morning. 4:00. January 13th, 2025.
= //Containment area of SCP-52000//

Researcher Boyd closed the hatch behind him, and turned to face the containment vault's occupant. Boyd thought he looked like an old fashioned tramp, complete with bindle and permanent five o'clock shadow. But yesterday he'd looked like a wino, and the day before a washed-up boxer. This look wasn't new.

Boyd sat down across from the entity, and pulled an empty manila envelope out of his jacket. "They told me that you wanted to talk."

SCP-52000 pulled up itself up to the table, and grinned a toothy smile. "Ahyup. You've all been gettin' anxious about the dreamer, right?"

"Perhaps." Boyd turned the envelope over in his hands. "What do you know about it?"

SCP-52000 let out a long sigh, and leaned back in his chair. "Boy, you eggheads sure get to the point quick. If I'm going to tell you that, I'll need to let you know how the world got started out."

Boyd frowned. SCP-52000 was known for spinning stories to distract from having to answer questions. Usually, it was best to play along until it could be coerced into giving a definite answer.

"Fine. But be quick about it, we don't have all week."

SCP-52000 chuckled. "You don't know how right you are, chuck."

He pulled a crumbled cigarette from his jacket, and placed it in his mouth. "Okay, okay... so the first thing that happened, was we had the two forces of the universe. Greeks had it on point, y'know? It was the music, and the dreams."

Boyd nodded, drumming his fingers on his thigh beneath the table. 

"So's they banged, y'know, and they made the world. But, they didn't fill in all the space, because you can't fill in nothing forever. There's a little bit left over from the days gone by."

Boyd nodded, and pulled a notebook from his jacket pocket, pretending to take note of what SCP-52000 was saying.

"So that's why this third rock from fun has all the craziness pulled to it like that shit's on rails. It's a storage depot for the unknowable. Would've worked like a breeze if you guys hadn't busted up the lock."

"It was more like a jar."

"Whatever, chuck. That's just how you made the smoker's stupid dream witchery true. When those two kids get together, nothing's gonna be able to stop them. Not even flipping things around one more time."

"I don't understand a word you're saying." Boyd put the notebook away, and stood up. "If you don't have anything else to add to your story, I think we're done."

SCP-52000 held out a hand. "Wait, sit down a second. There is something I want to give you."

Boyd stopped at the hatch. "What?"

SCP-52000 reached into its own jacket, and pulled out the manila envelope. "Here's what a few people have said."

The envelope was tossed, picked up, examined, and stuffed into a pocket.

Boyd exited the hatch, locking it behind him. Briskly, he set off towards the Records and Information wing, for debriefing and transcription of the interview.

= **WHAT A FEW PEOPLE HAVE SAID**

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= //Electronic copy below as per Federal Records Act//
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[[size 120%]] **UIU File 1976-34:** Case File Pluto's Front Door[[/size]]

**Summary:** Possible portal or slate that causes immediate death upon contact.

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**Name:** Object of Note - Black Portal

**Irregularity Cross-reference:** destructive, transport?, immobile, locale

**Physical Description:** A cave in North Dakota, which has an entrance in the form of a flat, non-reflective black wall. Wall is immobile, and does not respond to provocation. Causes immediate death on contact.

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**Capabilities:** Doesn't move, or take any initiative. When touched, causes objects and persons to be pulled into it, and disappear.

**Purpose/Motive:** Possibly a trap, naturally-occurring anomaly, or a misunderstood aspect of nature.

**Modus Operandi:** N/A

**Behavior:** No behavior. Object not believed to be living.
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**A: Object:** No evidence related to case 1976-34 has been located other than the object itself:

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**Current Status:** Currently noted, with light guards. Due to remoteness of location, chances of being discovered are slim.

**Crimes:** Not applicable.

**Sentencing:** Not applicable.

**History of UIU Action:** Discovered in 1976, by a US geological survey. Turned over to the UIU shortly thereafter, and secured since then. Very little action has taken place since then, other than the tragic loss of Agent Brom to the object when he accidentally came in contact with it while doing field work at the location. 

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[[collapsible show="Doctor Wondertainment"]]

> DEAR MISTER RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
> 
> We regret to inform you that your toy proposal has been rejected, for failing to meet the following criteria:
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> * Deadly to adults, animals, children, and pre-children. This violates the Wondertainment Super-Safety guarantee.
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> * Fun factor, after vigorous testing, has rated at 0.0.
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> * Does not have market viability for future additions or innovations, due to being 100% fatal to the consumer.
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> * Unpackageable.
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> Thank you for your interest in DOCTOR WONDERTAINMENT and we hope to see you innovating again soon!
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[[collapsible show="The Factory"]]

> SHIPPING ORDER: 10,000. Bulk distribution.
> PAYMENT: PAID IN FULL, PRODUCT NOT DELIVERED. 
> ACTION: Relationship with distributor discontinued.


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[[collapsible show="Prometheus Labs"]]
> {{**GRANT REQUEST FOR LOCATION OF HIGH-VALUE ENTITY IN SPACE}}**
> 
> //PROBLEM//
> The Prometheus Labs physics lab has proven the existence of an object which could be used to dispose of any type of matter harmlessly, at little to no cost past the initial investment to find the object. 
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> //SOLUTION//
> In order to locate it, the Prometheus labs team would need additional funding to dedicate most of their mathematicians to this purpose. 
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> //BUSINESS CASE//
> Once located, Prometheus Labs will save massively on the disposal of high-risk materials that would otherwise need special handling procedures in order to nullify or put out of sight and mind.
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> //USE OF FUNDING//
> Currently, the only need for funding is the researcher salaries to give them the time to find a more precise location of this object they have only just proven to exist. Further costs can be estimated once the object is located.
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> //KNOWN ISSUES//
> It may not be possible to reach and return the object within the lifetime of any current employees of the Prometheus Labs corporation.
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[[collapsible show="The Chaos Insurgency"]]

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**DeCIRO Catalogue Number:** SC-55/2024

**Document Type:** Step Compilation

**Dates Received:** 09-18-1955 through 09-18-2024

**Operation Status:** Open

**Foreword:** This object is to never come into the hands of the Insurgency. All steps to secure Site-12, the Foundation location of the object, are critical to maintain. These security procedures are to be kept secret from the SCP Foundation.

Hereafter we of Delta Command document the Steps of the Plan as transcribed by the Engineer of the Chaos Insurgency.

**1. STEP [55/6]**

Security parameters, such as entrenching in the surrounding countryside, have been enacted. Anomalous countermeasures have been placed in the uninhabited areas surrounding Site-12, which, due to its remote location, is not accessed or widely known by persons outside the Foundation and Insurgency. Further measures to be taken as the situation around Site-12 changes.

**2. STEP [24/88]**

The Foundation appears to be losing control of some of their frontier sites, due to the remoteness of their location and the containment difficulties suffered by that organization over the years. Efforts must be taken to preserve the security of Site-12, including by capturing the Site, intact, and handing it over to another group which has more stability, such as the Global Occult Coalition.

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[[collapsible show="Herman Fuller's Circus of the Disquieting"]]

> You want us to add //what// to the act?
> - W.G

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[[collapsible show="Report on Groups Of Interest "HI" "COTBG" "5" "]]

> MEMORANDUM TO SITE DIRECTOR STONE
> 
> We currently believe that the research object has been written about in the scripture for various religious groups dealing with paranormal activity.
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> They refer to it unanimously in terminology that describe it as "empty" and at other times like a portal to their underworlds, or similar theological concepts. Descriptions generally refer to it as all black, and hostile.
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> The similarities to the research objects are obvious. As such, we should take precaution against any word of this entity being held, as it may incur an attack by these organizations.
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> Therefore, we recommend that the current in-construction Site-12 be selected as the location for the entity, due to its remote location and high security.
> 
> Colonel Ritts
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> American Secure Containment Initiative

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[[collapsible show="Are We Cool Yet?"]]
**Title:** //Much Ado About Nothing//
**Material Requirements:** The piece itself is singular, having been created by the artist and using a method which has not been disclosed, for artistic reasons. It is unique, and the artist does not recommend attempting to replicate it.
**Abstract:** A black star composed of a non-reflective, anomalous material. When touched, pulls the user into an undisclosed location in deep space. The person is not recoverable, so viewers are recommended to bring secondary entities if they wish to view the contact-making portion of the piece. Should be displayed behind glass, on a white pedestal with a small porthole to allow for direct contact with the object.
**Intent:** The piece was created as a commentary on how really and totally alone we are in this universe. You can find yourself in any location out there in the cosmos, and you're not going to catch a ride. You'll be by yourself, until you die. That's what awaits us up there.
Note: //I can't really display this thing anymore. It's cool, but nobody really seems to want to look at it. Gonna store it till we can find a use for it.//
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              __**Shadow Child**__
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              __Aliases__ - Shadow Person, Chip, Corpo, Nobody
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                          __Summary__ - A being repelled by light,
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                          and made of shadows. Very dangerous.
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                            Consumes everything in path.
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                          __Threat__ - High. Difficult to avoid all shadows
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              __Interest__ - Possible attempt to flsh me out:
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                          of the town not being big enough for 2.
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= Site-12, Sunday Evening. 6:00. January 19th, 2025.
= //Containment area of SCP-52000//

"How did you get these documents?"

SCP-52000 leaned back, shaking his shackles. "You know, this isn't what I hoped you would think of them."

Boyd didn't respond, choosing instead to tap his pencil against the clipboard and raise a single eyebrow. None of the usual dodging of inquiry cat-and-mouse would be tolerated today.

"Man... I'm just trying to help you guys. You know that you're coming up on the number. You've got the child, but you don't understand it."

"What's there to understand?"

"It wants.... to turn the clock back. To suck up everything with the taint of the original flaw, the big glitch, that acts as your job security." SCP-52000 attempted to wipe his nose on his sleeve, but the chains didn't allow enough mobility. His face twisted as he suppressed a sneeze.

Boyd narrowed his eyes, and made a note. "How do you know? Why are you helping us? You could easily be trying to undermine us."

"I know because that's the whole reason I exist. I was made specifically for this moment, right here. For you to find me, and for me to help you out when the time came."

"Who sent you?"

"Every-frikin'-body that doesn't want to die when this thing starts knuckling down, dummy. There's a lot of vested interest in existing for a lot of people." SCP-52000 leaned forwards from backwards, and began to whisper. "And, off the record, you guys need the help."

"What do they know about the object?" 

SCP-52000 groaned, and attempted to rub its brow. "Have you not been listening at all? Look. It's gonna change into something much, much closer to how it originally was. That's the deal. That's what you need to prepare for. When that starts, you'll need to play all your cards right to keep it from going back to how it likes things. Non-existent."

Boyd's brow creased slightly, as he took more notes. "So, if you're here to help, do you know what to do if it's starting?"

"Your guess is as good as mine, chuck. From my end, this is all she, he, and they wrote. Hope y'all don't die."

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