Scp 8066 2

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SCP-8066
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[[[SCP Anthology 2024]]] » SCP-8066
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**Item №:** SCP-8066

**Object Class:** Skótos[[span class="fnnum"]].[[/span]][[span class="fncon"]]**Skótos:** Research and documentation of the item is still in progress or severely lacking.[[/span]]

**Special Containment Procedures:** In interest of maintaining its veracity, this file may only be edited by individuals with Level 5/8066 Clearance. --Personnel must possess complete immunity to SCP-8066's antimemetic effects to be assigned Level 5/8066 Clearance (presently only Dr. Randall Owings).--

Dr. Owings is to record all experienced SCP-8066 events to the best of his ability. SCP-8066's existence is to be made known to his colleagues by any means necessary.

**Description:** SCP-8066 is the collective designation for anomalous phenomena surrounding Dr. Randall Owings, Director of Site-118 and the Department of Phobology. The cause of SCP-8066 is presently unknown.

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++* INCIDENT 8066.1

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//[Dr. Owings and Deputy Site Director Verity Price are walking through the Keter containment section of Site-118's Gamma Wing. Price is holding a clipboard and a pen, writing as she goes.]//

**Price:** How prepared are we for Halloween this year?

**Dr. Owings:** It's difficult to say. Fear exists within the unknown and the unexpected -- it cannot be anticipated. And fearful things flock to this season like [[[black-autumn-hub | maggots to a corpse]]].

**Price:** Morbid.

//[Dr. Owings and Price pass the door to Containment Cell 605.]//

**Dr. Owings:** But accurate. Has Nomenclature[[span class="fnnum"]].[[/span]][[span class="fncon"]]**Department of Nomenclature:** Foundation department tasked with the study and containment of name-affecting anomalies, such as [[span class="rev-green"]]the woods that spurn description[[/span]].[[/span]] sent you their report yet?

**Price:** Sort of. Their newest infohazard is continuing to make communication difficult.

**Dr. Owings:** Wonderful. I take it [[[scp-4000 | Dr. Japers]]] at Site-08 is still ignoring our emails?

//[Dr. Owings and Price pass the door to Containment Cell 607.]//

**Price:** Seems to be.

**Dr. Owings:** I think we should...

//[Dr. Owings trails off and stops, then looks behind him.]//

**Price:** Dr. Owings?

**Dr. Owings:** We haven't had any layout shifts[[span class="fnnum"]].[[/span]][[span class="fncon"]]Site-118 is housed within LABYRINTH beneath the Sonoran Desert, which sporadically shifts parts of its internal structure.[[/span]] recently, have we?

**Price:** Sensors haven't picked up any activity since July.

**Dr. Owings:** Then where did [[[SCP-106]]]'s cell go?

**Price:** Huh?

//[Dr. Owings points.]//

**Dr. Owings:** The door to Containment Cell 606 is missing.

**Price:** I don't follow. Are you feeling alright, Randall?

//[Dr. Owings turns back to stare coldly at Price.]//

**Dr. Owings:** That's //Dr. Owings//, Deputy Director. Are you really telling me you don't know what SCP-106 is?

**Price:** Don't know what?

**Dr. Owings:** SCP-106. The teleporting matter-corroding mass murderer. We used SCP-2006 to trap it here back in 1961. Not ringing any bells?

//[As Dr. Owings speaks, Price's eyes glaze over. Her hands tighten on the clipboard, knuckling white, then relax.]//

**Price:** ...I'm sorry, I spaced out for a moment there. You were saying something about Halloween preparations?

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After determining that Price was no longer capable of remembering SCP-106, Dr. Owings contacted Agent Benedict Lugosi, Site-118's chief of security, requesting that he check Cell 606's internal camera feed. Upon hearing about SCP-106, Agent Lugosi began displaying confusion and short-term memory loss similar to that experienced by Price.

Realizing that communication regarding SCP-106 was currently untenable, Dr. Owings traveled to his office and used his security clearance to directly access the Cell 606's internal feed from his computer. 

All recorded footage prior to September 1st, 2024 appears to have been deleted prematurely due to a system error. All footage after this point is uniform:

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SCP-106's container is nowhere in sight. The room is clean and white, devoid of corrosion or the black, mucus-like substance that typically forms in the anomaly's immediate presence. The door is missing.

SCP-106 is lying in the center of the room, curled into the fetal position. It is whimpering quietly and its eyes are tightly squeezed shut.

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**Notes:** I currently believe that SCP-8066 is some kind of roaming antimeme that came into contact with SCP-106. Even the new site AIC we recently installed appears to be affected by it, so I've had to do the video log transcripts by hand. My immunity to SCP-8066, conversely, is possibly born of my unusually high CRV (robust mental defenses are a requirement for leading the Phobology Department) and the mnestic supplements they give all high-clearance personnel.

I'll be sending this document to ##transparent|the Antimemetics Division## to see if a cure for SCP-8066's effects can be synthesized quickly -- if SCP-106's emotional state returns to baseline while its still antimemetic, we'll have no defense against it.

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++* INCIDENT 8066.2

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On September 3rd, 2024 at 2:01 AM, several discrete instances of anomalous phenomena simultaneously took place across Site-118:

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++++* INCIDENT 8066.2-1

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Site-118's Delta Wing experiences minor tremors and a distant rumbling sound for 14 seconds.  Neither are experienced by the other wings.

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++++* INCIDENT 8066.2-2

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Approximately 100 kg of desiccated snakeskins slide out of various air vents around Beta Wing.

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++++* INCIDENT 8066.2-3

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The corpse of an unidentified male manifests beneath Dr. Owings' desk in Gamma Wing. It vanishes 66 seconds later, though its stench lingers for several more hours.

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++++* INCIDENT 8066.2-4

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SCP-2006 loses all anomalous attributes.

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**Notes:** At first, I assumed these phenomena were unrelated to SCP-8066. After all, in places like Site-118, [[[scp-3999 | unexplainable things]]] happen all the time. Then I tried to talk about getting the snakeskins cleaned up and found that nobody could understand me -- and that was when I realized that SCP-8066 may be a significantly larger problem than initially estimated.

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++* INCIDENT 8066.3

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On September 6th, 2024, Dr. Owings departed from Site-118 with the intention of picking up a number of personal effects from his house, so that he could more easily live on-site until the issue of SCP-8066 had been resolved. Upon reaching his house, Dr. Owings discovered that the front door had been forced open and left ajar.

As several similar break-ins had recently occurred in the area, Dr. Owings initially believed that the incident was nonanomalous in nature and called local authorities to report the crime.

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= **[CALL BEGINS]**

**Dr. Owings:** I'd like to report a break-in.

**Dispatcher:** Is the crime currently in progress?

**Dr. Owings:** No, they were long gone when I got here.

**Dispatcher:** Can you give me the location of the break-in?

**Dr. Owings:** 55 Englewood Drive. They messed the place up pretty bad. Broke some of the back windows, tipped the TV over, even-- shit, what //is// that?

**Dispatcher:** Are you currently in a safe place?

**Dr. Owings:** Yes, I'm safe, just... I think they cut all the faces out of the framed photographs in my house. It's unsettling.

**Dispatcher:** I'm sorry to hear that, Mr. Owings.

**Dr. Owings:** It's Doc--

//[Silence.]//

**Dispatcher:** Mr. Owings?

**Dr. Owings:** You never asked for my name.

**Dispatcher:** Hm?

**Dr. Owings:** You never asked for my name. How do you know my name?

//[The sound of a loud muffled thump from upstairs.]//

**Dispatcher:** We'll be with you shortly.

//[Rapid thumping as something quickly descends the stairs.]//

= **[CALL ENDS]**

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Dr. Owings fled the premises before he could come into contact with the source of the noise. Subsequently, an attempted report to the Foundation revealed that this anomalous event was a manifestation of SCP-8066.

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**Notes:** I've been making too many assumptions. Here I thought the common thread with SCP-8066 was Site-118 -- that it was lurking in its halls or attempting to hold sway over them, and I happened to be psychologically resistant enough to notice. But it's not that at all. It didn't just follow me home, it was waiting for me.

SCP-8066's might only be affecting the site because I'm there. The common thread is myself. Why?

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++* INCIDENT 8066.4

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Starting on September 13th, 2024 at 4:04 PM, Site-118 has begun experiencing irregular blackouts in seemingly random sections of the complex. The extent of these blackouts is unclear, as Site-118's structure is vast and only Dr. Owings is currently capable of reporting them.

In the event that a blackout prevents exit from the complex, a portable generator and a large supply of food and water have been stored in Dr. Owings' office.

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**Notes:** When I was a child, I was afraid of the dark. This was somewhat problematic, as my parents worked long nights, often leaving me to shut the lights off when it was time for bed.

I was convinced, then, that if I lingered in the dark for even a moment, some terrible creature skulking within it would be upon me. It became a ritual, of a kind -- each night, I would turn off the lights, then rush up the stairs as quickly as I could to hurl myself into bed, certain that the monsters' grasping claws were only inches away.

Each blackout feels like that, to me. But now there's nowhere to run.

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++* INCIDENT 8066.5

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Verity Price's appearance has been subtly changing over time. --Every time Dr. Owings looks-- Every time I look at her, something's slightly changed. Her hair is a slightly lighter shade, or her nose is a little smaller, or her glasses are of a marginally different make.

It's only been 15 days since this all started and she already looks like an entirely different person. I wouldn't know it was her if it wasn't for everyone else recognizing her like nothing was wrong. --I feel like I'm going crazy.--

I'm going to be looking through old photos of the rest of the staff to see if anyone else has changed. And I'm locking access to this page from anyone without 8066/5 clearance.

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**Notes:** Choosing to disregard Foundation documentation guidelines for the time being. It isn't worth the effort when I'm the only one reading.

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++* INCIDENT 8066.6

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At some point in the afternoon of September 19th, I was in the front seat of my car in the site's parking lot. I had no intention of driving anywhere -- it's a good hour and a half trip to reach anything from Site-118, as deep as we are in the Sonoran Desert. More and more of my colleagues were becoming unrecognizable and I needed a few moments alone; I needed to be able to stop pretending for a second.

I didn't intend to stay there for longer than the duration of a lunch break, but I haven't been sleeping well recently and must've passed out the moment I started relaxing. When I woke, it had become night, and there was a body strapped into the passenger seat beside me. In the gloom I couldn't make out much of its features -- all that stood out was the cloudy whites of its eyes in its lolling head, staring.

There were other things outside of the car, too. Shadowy, vaguely humanoid shapes were passing between the cars in the parking lot, softly hissing like gas leaks. When one passed right by me, I could feel a chill emanating off of it like a walking freezer. 

I fled, of course, the moment I found an unbroken path from the car to the site's entrance. I may have been chased or I may not -- I was too preoccupied with running and scared out of my mind to get a proper sense of my surrounds. I raced to the elevator, only slowing down to flash my identification to the guard at the front door. When the doors shut and it started to descend, I nearly collapsed. I was so overwrought at the time that I only noticed as I was nearing my stop: the button for the ground floor, on the surface, was missing. It had disappeared from all of the elevators and the stairwells were gone entirely.

Now there really is nowhere to run.

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**Notes:** Personnel seem particularly uneasy since Incident 8066.6. Nobody has talked about it or done anything to try to fix the situation, but I'm pretty sure that there's been a psychological impact.

Could it be possible that SCP-8066 was never antimemetic at all? It might be something memetic instead, an effect tied to the anomaly on a conceptual level. Perhaps anyone aware of it becomes unable to say or do anything that acknowledges its existence.

Unable, or too afraid.

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++* INCIDENT 8066.7

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As of September 23rd, the situation within Site-118 has worsened significantly.

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The ongoing blackouts are no longer temporary affairs -- large swathes of the complex have ceased operation entirely. Though heat and air circulation on my floor is still currently functional, we've lost all light and I've only been able to use my computer by hooking it up the portable generator.

I've seen things, too, when some of the security cameras still worked. Shadows like from the parking lot, but more agitated, with sharper, flickering edges. I can hear them when they pass by my office, scraping air like radio static.

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**Notes:** I don't know what happened to the anomalies we were containing here. Presumably nothing's left to keep them caged, but I haven't heard or seen anything of them. I'm not sure if that's a comfort or not.

I want to go home.

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++* INCIDENT 8066.8

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September 28, 2024

I accidentally cut my arm open, trying to open the packaging on some rations. I thought I'd start bleeding but I didn't. 

Nothing was there. It's just empty inside. Why is it empty inside?

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**Notes:** Why doesn't it hurt?

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++* INCIDENT 8066.9

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**Notes:** I've had a lot of time to think, trapped in my office. There isn't much else to do when you're lying in the dark, waiting to die. 

I've been thinking about useless things, mostly. Looping through the same thoughts over and over, worrying at them like a rotting tooth.

I've been thinking about the departments here. Phobology and Counter-Ontokinetics and Nomenclature. Names that most people wouldn't recognize -- and names are so important, in a place like this. Names have power. It's why I've always been so particular about titles -- being referred to as "Dr. Owings" instead of "Mr. Owings" or just "Randall." Site-118 is a place where names have a tangible weight and I am -- or, I was -- the man that controls it. The director of Site-118 cannot allow himself to be named so easily, not without consequence. My colleagues all knew this.

So how did SCP-2006 ever learn my first name?

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**Date:** 01/10/2024

**Location:** Dr. Owings' Office

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//[Dr. Owings is sitting at his desk, his face lit by only the monitor of his desktop. He is typing -- then stops.]//

**Dr. Owings:** What the--?

//[Dr. Owings looks up at the office's security camera, then back down at the monitor.]//

**Dr. Owings:** Is this... transcribing this room's security feed in real time?

//[Something thumps on the door to the office, startling Dr. Owings. It thumps again. And again. And again. He wants to move, but he cannot. He is frozen by fear; he feels as though a great hand is pressing down on his chest, rooting him to the floor.]//

//[The door slowly creaks open. Dr. Owings can't see anything beyond the threshold.]//

**???:** Hello, Randy.

//[Dr. Owings and the chair start sinking through the floor. He barely notices; he can't take his eyes off the black pit of the door.]//

**Dr. Owings:** 2... 2006? Is that you?

//[Quiet laughter. Something ripples in the dark.]//

**???:** It is. It was.

//[Dr. Owings shivers. He's sunk into the floor down to his waist.]//

**Dr. Owings:** W-what?

**???:** Just some old skin it left behind. It shed me when it became too big for a body.

//[Terrible comprehension begins to dawn in Dr. Owings' eyes. His breath shudders. The floor is midway up his chest.]//

**Dr. Owings:** Oh, Jesus. Oh, god, no.

**???:** It's too big to see, now. But I can see. I can show you.

**Dr. Owings:** No. No no no no no. Please, oh god, please--

//[His mouth sinks below the surface, silencing his pleas.]//

**???:** Shhhhhhh. It's okay if you're afraid. [[[/scp-8066/offset/2 | We'll look together.]]]

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