Naismith, Naismith, Henderson, & Henderson

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Penny Robin Naismith. Her full first name was "Penny Lane," because of course it was.

Olive skin. Punjabi on her mom's side, Ashkenazi Jewish on her dad's. Thin glasses. Black hair that reached to just below her kneecaps. No one knew how she kept it that straight -- a few keters and thaumiels probably owed her favors. 

Five years my junior, and one foot shorter. I could throw her with one hand. I did, once. By request. I will never understand her kinks.

Our fathers, Lisle Naismith and Isaiah Henderson, were best friends and colleagues. Lisle succeeded my dad as Site Director when he died. Unlike Isaiah, he kept his daughter back home in Pennsylvania. We were pen pals in a time when the phrase "pen pal" was being incestuously bred in captivity to stave off extinction. 

I wanted to meet her in person for years. We never did, not until I saw her job application.

True to her letters, she was a sunny and cloyingly naive little thing. Always had a bad pun for the bleakest situations. She had a way of growing on you like a benign tumor, the kind you'd draw a little anime face on with a sharpie, dress in little outfits, take little pictures, and immediately question the shit out of your life at 3 AM.

By all accounts, falling in love with her was the worst option, and I had next to no incentive to do so.

If nothing else, we had a lot in common. Her dad also died on the Foundation payroll. 
Isaiah saw an infohazard and went out on his own terms rather than let it destroy him. As for Lisle, it was radiation poisoning; there was an incident involving a misguided TotleighSoft AI construct, and failing all other options, he had to abort the onsite nuclear warhead's detonation //very// manually.

(Dr. Cliff Daniels succeeded him, resulting in a two-decade tenure as site director marked by an overabundance of "who cares.")

I don't think Penny ever truly recovered from hearing the news about her dad. She made a point of avoiding any topic involving radiation. She never even microwaved her food.

...

June 10th, 2039. Penny's second year on the job in RAISA at Site-59. She and I were the only people in the Site-59 server room, trying to clean up some internal files after a Chaos Insurgency cyberattack.

The doors slammed, and bulkheads slammed over the doors. The breach alarm's echo was muffled in the hallway. It was the sixth time that week, so we're too jaded to be too terrified. At this point, it was a melodramatic smoke break. (I'd find out later what actually happened: [https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-7598 a talking penguin said something concerning on the topic of patience].)

In any case, we were stuck in the same room for five hours -- which turned into two hours of traumadumping, 12 minutes of figuring out how to turn off the security cameras, the best 37 minutes of both of our lives, two hours of napping, and less than 15 minutes of any actual work being done.

Just as God intended.
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**Item #:** SCP-20922

**Object Class:** Keter

**Special Containment Procedures:** As of 12/18/2047, all non-essential Foundation activities in North America have been placed on hold until SCP-20922's escalation phase stabilizes.

All available and appropriate mobile task forces in North America have been scrambled to secure a perimeter around the SCP-20922 exclusion zone. Any unauthorized persons entering the exclusion zone are to be considered lost. The area is to be monitored constantly through satellite imagery and other means of remote observation whenever possible. 

Further containment protocols to follow pending research.

**Description:** SCP-20922 refers to an ongoing CK-class Reality-Restructuring Event taking place within a 623-kilometer exclusion zone of the earth's surface around the former town of Sarepta, Louisiana. The area within the exclusion zone has been converted into land with the following characteristics:

* A semi-arid savanna biome identical to that of the Central Anatolian Steppe, with similar wildlife.
* A red sky, with black cirrus clouds extending from the area above SCP-20922-A like rays.
* The transmutation of all hair, clothing, protective equipment, religious iconography, weapons, toys, electronics, vehicles, and medicine in the affected area to ash.
* SCP-20922-A has the ability to manipulate all matter and energy within the area to an unknown extent.
* Physics which are similar to our own, but with minor differences in the laws of thermodynamics (i.e. matter transmuting or disappearing with no expense of energy).
* Conversion of the human population within the affected area to SCP-20922-B.

SCP-20922-A, formerly known as Entity-TFK, is a 3-meter-tall humanoid lifeform of indeterminate origin. Prior to Incident-TFK-Prime, SCP-20922-A had sexually disassembled[[footnote]](Note from page admin: //Finding more appropriate phrasing for this term has fallen under the above purview of "Non-essential Foundation activities."//)[[/footnote]] as many as 180 trees in Kisatchie National Forest, as well as (upon retroactive connection with similar incidents over a ten-year period) three stationary automobiles, one moving automobile, six mailboxes, one Little Free Library, 17 lawn ornaments, two statues of the Virgin Mary, 13 cemetery monuments, and one USRA 0-6-0 steam locomotive[[footnote]](At the time of sexual disassembly, said locomotive was inoperative and on display in Shreveport, LA as a historical monument.)[[/footnote]].

As of Incident-TFK-Prime, SCP-20922-A's position has been fixed in an //adlocutio// pose[[footnote]](One of several common poses in classical Roman sculptures of the human body with one arm outstretched - usually denoting power, instruction, or addressing a crowd.)[[/footnote]] hovering 39.4 meters above the former town of Sarepta, Louisiana.

SCP-20922-B refer to hairless, naked human subjects within SCP-20922. All exterior attempts to communicate with SCP-20922-B or extract them from the exclusion zone have failed. 

From what little has been gathered through remote observation, SCP-20922-B are only capable of speech in the ancient [https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/daevite-hub Daevite] language, which they use exclusively to pray to SCP-20922-A. SCP-20922-B display no other emotions than fear and despair, and whenever stationary, they stand facing toward SCP-20922-A. When mobile, their physical activities are restricted to physically moving various objects in the exclusion zone, most commonly toward the direction of the epicenter. The purpose of this is still unknown - possibly to construct a temple, castle, or other devotional structure underneath SCP-20922-A.

On 12/17/2047 at 12:52 PM CST, SCP-20922-A came into contact with a paper crown from a Sarepta Burger King, which resulted in the formation of SCP-20922.

The majority of information from the exclusion zone has been accomplished through the use of [https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-8005 Project Yurodivy.] An instance of SCP-8005 was able to stave off the ash-transmutation long enough to locate SCP-20922-A and attempt termination...

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++++ EXPLORATION LOG: SCP-8005 (Final two minutes)

**Date:** 12/18/2047
**Time:** 8:02 PM CST

<Begin Log>

[Video feed taken from SCP-8005's built-in camera.]

//[SCP-8005 surveys the ruins of downtown Sarepta, hovering 10 m above the wreckage. The outlines of flapping wire-wings can be seen in the top left and right corners.]//

**SCP-8005:** ...this is Hammie. Approaching the epicenter of the affected area. My armor's taking consistent damage, though the rate of transmutation seems to be at its most intense when I'm flying toward the epicenter. 

It's probably not my place to make such guesses, but I'd wager Entity-TFK's effect reacts more strongly at actions directed toward itself, particularly negative ones.

Nothing I can't reconstruct. The parts of me that can't regenerate seem to be doing fine for now. The extra repair nanites were a good call.

Also, my little scarf has been destroyed. ... Disconcerting.

//[It stops at the edge of a five-meter-high pile of jagged concrete and rebar. A crowd of SCP-20922-B has amassed to add more rubble to the pile.]//

Okay... here's the cairn the 20922-B have been assembling. They seem very devoted. TFK must have promised them a //lot// of hamburgers.

No doubt TFK is up there. ... You may have noticed that I haven't made visual contact with TFK itself. Like I said, action toward TFK increases my structural degradation. The glance I take toward Entity-TFK may very well be my last.

If I should permanently cease function as a result, I request that my remains be retrieved and buried with a Big Mac. Hold the cheese.

//[The camera trembles.]//

...

No, I have to keep going. "By any means necessary," and all tha -- hang on...

//[A small reticle flashes in SCP-8005's lower right field of vision.]//

Enhance. 

//[The camera zooms in. It's the destroyed sign of the Burger King that used to stand there.]//

//[The camera shivers even more.]//

...No! YOUR MAJESTY!

//[The camera turns up to face SCP-20922-A, resulting in heavy visual distortions.]//

//[SCP-20922-A stares down, tilting its head.]//

**SCP-20922-A:** {{**Heheh. It's like a monkey you could trade in for five cents at the recycle plant.**}}

**SCP-8005:** SCP-TFK, you have murdered and usurped the only honest king in history. Prepare to die.

**SCP-20922-A:** {{**Yeah... look, I don't want there to be any surprises. So just FYI, I'm absolutely gonna knit your wires into a cock warmer.**}}

**SCP-8005:** Challenge accepted.

//[A red flashing alert: **DBS LIMITERS DISABLED.**]//

//[A two-meter-long flaming sword unsheathes from SCP-8005's right hand. SCP-8005 charges toward SCP-20922-A.]//

//[Video feed cuts out.]//

<End Log>
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**Addendum 1 - Exclusion Zone Defenses:** Any inorganic material that enters the exclusion zone transmutes into ashes - however, as gathered by SCP-8005, the rate of transmutation is parallel to the purpose of said object. In other words, anything moving toward or acting against SCP-20922-A -- i.e. missiles or other weapons -- dissolves more quickly than an object that had accidentally fallen into the exclusion zone. **Penny.**

Following SCP-8005-4's exploration attempt and resulting termination, the Global Occult Coalition attempted to detonate a nuclear warhead in the air above the exclusion zone. The resulting heat and energy did not penetrate the exclusion zone, having also seemingly transmuted into a wind of ashes. **//Penny.//**

**Addendum 2 - Prognosis:** Based on the current rate of expansion, the borders of the exclusion zone are anticipated to cover 50% the Earth's surface in 19 months, at which point SCP-THK will be reclassified Apollyon. **//Penny.//**

Methods to mitigate the spread are still being investi//**Junior Researcher Penny Naismith, I swear to God...**//

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Okay, okay, I'm here! Jesus. This isn't the Big Bang Theory.

Now, two questions:

One: who are you, and...

Two: could you give me three reasons, in writing -- with works cited in MLA format if possible -- why you had to contact me through the page I'm editing (which contains extremely sensitive information about the thing currently turning the American South into John Norman fanfiction and enslaving millions of people) rather than a goddamn phone call.
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**1. O5-11. Credentials: [__link__]**

**2. The U.S. provisional government just cut all telecommunications satellites. Email's viable, but it's no longer secure.**

**Also, I've placed a hold on publishing edits for this article, so don't worry about our conversation going public.**
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Shit, really?

You'd think sharing information at a time like this would be a priority. Who's terrible idea was this?
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**It probably has something to do with the fact that President Connolly's eyes are currently glowing red, and he's in talks with 20922-A over a "tribute" of the entire state of Ohio in exchange for a fiefdom and 200 concubines.**
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So, these rumors about "Treefucker" being the Scarlet King...
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**Not quite true.**

**The Scarlet King is an idea with no true flesh-and-blood incarnation -- not in a way our minds would ever truly be able to perceive.**

**20922-A is "the Seneschal," a powerful sorcerer in the King's employ.**

**The Seneschal's purpose is to visit other worlds and convert them into "Seneschal-Worlds," planet-sized slave ranches, hunting grounds, and petri dishes for the King's ideology.**

**It's the Seneschal Cycle, a recurring process throughout multiversal history. Anytime there's a world with a concept of the Scarlet King, the Seneschal Cycle is bound to happen. It goes like this:**

**1. Incarnation. The Seneschal is born among the local population. Step 2 can only begin once he realizes his purpose in life, dons his ceremonial crown, and appoints himself the local regent.**

**2. Conversion. CK-Class scenario. From the crowned Seneschal's presence alone, reality is rewritten to fit his master's agenda, to the point where even the laws of physics revolve around subjugation, domination, and violation.**

**(Dr. Robert Montauk did a whole study on Seneschal-World physics. Truly fascinating stuff. There's a whole section on how the most basic chemical reactions have to involve one element being stripped and humiliated.)**

**3. Migration. Once the world's irreversibly secured for his master, the Seneschal allows his soul to migrate into a new body in his next target world.**

**Right now, we're in Phase 2.**
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So...

Why the hell am //I// being contacted about this?

My only connection to TFK is that I'm in charge of the database section he's a part of. I'm only a RAISA pencil-pusher, nothing like my dad.
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**Actually, it concerns your father.**

**Dr. Lisle Naismith contacted us this morning.**
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That's impossible. My father's dead. That's how I got this job in the first place.
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**Correct.**

**(Though, I was under the impression that you got in through your credentials...)**
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[[size 50%]]**SHIT**[[/size]]
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**(Oh, who's counting anymore?)**

**Anyway, yes, your father is dead.**

**Were you aware that the heroism of said death led to a considerable promotion?**
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That's not funny.
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**Who's laughing? He's part of the Three Moons Initiative.**
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Are you saying there's an afterlife?
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**Unfortunately, yes. It's called Corbenic, and it's filled with giant monkeys or something. That whole fiasco was under your father's purview.**

**Though I won't be surprised if you don't believe me, as we'll never get to see Corbenic.**

**Because Corbenic knows about the Seneschal as well. The idea of the entire afterlife becoming a Seneschal-World is something the Eight Princes would do anything to avoid.**

**(Except maybe HAJHETI of the Primrose Deep, but even he's on the fence about it.)**

**Which means...**

**I hate to be the one to tell you this, but the minute we hit Phase 2, KHUUM of the Eightfold Star cut the link between our world and Corbenic.**

**In other words, we've all been banned from the afterlife. Your father sent one last transmission for the sole purpose of saying goodbye.**
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...
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**Take as long as you need to process.**
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No, that's not the issue. 

Like, I've been an atheist for how long, now? Of course there's no afterlife.

And now you tell me there is, just so I can have 37 whole seconds of hope that I'll get to see my dad again, only to go "sike, you've been permabanned."

I mean -- that's -- 

What the HELL is your problem?!
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**That's not why I'm contacting you.**

**I wanted to relay Lisle's message. He said was a matter of apocalyptic importance that it would reach you.**
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If it's something heartfelt, please just put it in snail mail or something.

I'm tired. And I'm too tired to hear my dad writing me a metaphysical Dear John letter, or --
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**"PENNY: THE KEY TO SAFE #3 IS IN THE PURPLE FROG."**
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...

...

...

...That's //it?!//
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**That's it.**
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He didn't even say goodbye?!
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**To be honest, I don't get it, either.**

**If anything, I just wanted to relay the message as a favor to the old friend who helped us sort out O5-4.**

**I do hope this "purple frog" is a reference you understand, because I can be of no help there.**
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I mean --

There's a purple ceramic frog statue in my mom's fairy garden back in Pittsburgh.
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**Does she still live there?**
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Considering we got such a good deal on the house, I damn well //hope// she does.
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**Then as a member of the O5 Council, I hereby order you to go home, find the key, and open that safe.**

**Given the circumstances, it may contain crucial information to humanity's survival.**
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Why did he insist on telling me, instead of the O5 Council?
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**That's a good question.**

**On a possibly related note...**

++++ As a member of the Foundation, you will continue take your orders //from// said Foundation.

**Is that clear?**
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...Understood.
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**Good, good. Well, you have your orders. We'll have an AIC take care of this page until you get back.**

**Oh, and one more thing...**
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Yes?
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**Take your girlfriend Maddie with you. Call me irrational, but in times like these, you'll need all the comfort you can get.**
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...Sir, Dr. Henderson and I are merely colleagues and our relationship is strictly professional. I have no intentions of skirting any --
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**(Hint: Maintaining the Foundation workplace relationship CoI policy also falls under "non-essential Foundation activities." Use it or lose it.)**
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[[size 75%]]...Thank you.[[/size]]
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Penny,

If you're reading this, that means you've opened the third of ten separate safes in the attic, and found only this letter waiting for you.

Each safe was designed to be opened by you under unique conditions. So, if Safe #3 has been opened, the following statements are true:

# I am dead.
# By contrast, you are alive.
# Some supernatural catastrophe has necessitated our reality's severance from Corbenic.
# You have followed in my footsteps as an employee of the SCP Foundation. 
# No other help is coming.
# I have sent a message from Corbenic giving you the location of the key to this safe.
# Your mother is understandably miffed about her purple frog being broken.

If the Foundation database is still functional, look into [[[SCP-7578]]]. If not, take a boat in Lake Michigan to the following coordinates: 42°40'27.6"N 87°02'18.2"W. There, you will find an old military installation for the Three Moons Initiative called Vajrayana.

"Veekat," the AI construct in charge of the installation, may or may not try to kill you. They may or may not interrogate you about your stance on whether or not Asuka Langley Soryu should contract cowpox. I sincerely hope they will no longer do either of these things at this point, but life is cruel.

In either case, say the following phrase aloud to the AIC before further contact is made: 
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{{**HELPER AND HEALER, I CHEER
SMALL WAIFS IN THE WOODLAND WET
STRAYS I FIND IN IT, WOUNDS I BIND IN IT
BIDDING THEM ALL FORGET!**}}
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(In fact, it would be preferable if this phrase could somehow be said to Veekat prior to arrival.)

This trigger phrase will cause Veekat's programming to revert to its emergency protocols, and SCP-7578's long-dormant true purpose will be revealed to help you.

...

Before I finish this letter, I should probably clarify a point about what I've strategically left out from this letter: Goodbyes. Apologies. Consolation. Long-winded diatribes about how proud you've made me despite it all.

And make no mistake, I couldn't be prouder. 

But such drippy farewells are designed for hopeless situations -- and unlike the majority of my colleagues, I do not believe such things exist. 

Perhaps this isn't the proper decorum for me to have as your father leading you off to the fight of your life. So, tell you what: you can kick my ass for it all you like when we meet again, when you and PIPER have restored the link. 

Because knowing you, that's inevitable. You carry the genes of the most stubborn bastard in Foundation history, and even he's been frustrated by your perseverance.

You got this, Meatball.

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+++ - Dr. Lisle Murgatroyd Naismith
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+++ {{[https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/fragment:dyfscp0014-1/piperact3.html The Sun rises. You break camp...]}}
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