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[[[Canon Hub]]] >> [[[From 120's Archives Hub]]] / EMERALD DAWN >> SCP-8276
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**Special Containment Procedures:** SCP-8276 is currently believed to be uncontainable. In cooperation with the Sidhe Lounge, a detachment of members of MTF Delta-32 ("Fianna na Fondúireacht") are to be deployed on the night of the new moon to SCP-8276's estimated area of appearance and follow the entity along its migratory path, attempting to avoid contact with any SCP-266 instances in the vicinity.

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**Description:** SCP-8276 is a large, black humanoid entity, roughly fourteen meters in height. SCP-8276 possess a similar cranial structure to a member of //Oryctolagus cuniculus.//[[footnote]] Commonly known as the European Rabbit. [[/footnote]] SCP-8276's physical body appears structurally similar to that of a human, albeit with lengthened proportions, with limbs reaching up to an estimated five meters from fingertip to shoulder. While it has never been observed eating, or performing any other activity which may provide it with sustenance, SCP-8276 appears emaciated, with ribs and a spinal column visible through the skin of its abdomen. SCP-8276 has also exclusively manifested holding a large stick, with a lantern attached via a number of chains. Individuals with little to no control over their ambient Elan-Vital Energy levels will struggle to visually comprehend SCP-8276 or the lantern, meaning that the only individuals capable of perceiving it without technical assistance or intense focus are trained thaumaturges or the majority of members of //Homo sapiens sidhe.//[[footnote]] Most subspecies of Fae possess a slightly higher natural attunement to the EVE levels of their body and immediate surroundings, resulting in many Fae achieving some level of thaumaturgic talent in their early life. However, due to historically limited resources granted to Fae communities in Europe and the Middle East, and a low general population, many Fae never progress beyond a basic understanding of thaumaturgy. [[/footnote]]

SCP-8276 has only ever been documented as appearing between sunset and sunrise on the night of the new moon. Due to the short duration of its physical existence, proper research into the entity has proven difficult. However, personnel have been able to confirm that SCP-8276's presence either directly causes or is closely tied to the formation of SCP-266 instances.[[footnote]] See relevant document for further details. [[/footnote]]

According to observation and historical data granted by the Sidhe Lounge, SCP-8276 follows a cycle of fourteen "paths," each with a distinct start and end point. At the beginning of its monthly manifestation, SCP-8276 will appear at the beginning of one of these routes, usually a short time after sunset, and will walk along the most direct route towards the endpoint. SCP-8276 also seems to be mostly incorporeal, moving through any objects in its path with the sole exception of natural barriers, which SCP-8276 will traverse physically.[[footnote]] The sole exception being large bodies of water, as SCP-8276 seems to be able to walk across their surface as if it were solid matter. [[/footnote]]

According to the Sidhe Lounge, SCP-8276 does not exist within physical space outside of the above manifestation period. Instead, it enters hibernation in "a place composed of its legacy." While the current meaning of this statement is unknown by both the Foundation and Sidhe Lounge, Noospheric mapping carried out by Foundation psychocartographers has confirmed the existence of a structure adjacent to the space in the human and Fae Noospheres that is occupied by concepts related to Celtic and Fae mythology resembling a rabbit's burrow. Whether or not this structure is related to SCP-8276 is currently under investigation.

Due to the current circumstances surrounding SCP-8276's state of existence, it is believed that it will be neutralized by, at the latest, August of 2025. Research into SCP-8276 is considered a Beta-Level priority for Site-32 until 01/08/2025, with further protocol to be decided upon as the situation develops.
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Shortly following the discovery of SCP-8276 in February of 2020, the individual responsible for the Foundation becoming aware of the entity, one Heleyi Shey of the Sidhe Lounge's Dublin branch, was brought to Site-32 for questioning by Agent Manpreet Bajwa.
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**Interview Log 24/02/2020-1**

**Interviewer:** Agent Manpreet Bajwa

**Interviewee:** Sidhe Lounge Archivist Heleyi Shey
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//[Begin Interview, 0037 Hours]//

//The camera activates, showing Heleyi hastily seating himself. Bajwa stands across from him, arms crossed.//

**Bajwa:** Alright, first of MANY questions. What in the //hell// was that?

**Shey:** Dubhán. It's a //Fánoíche.// We just call it Dubhán as... It's an affectionate thing, I guess.

**Bajwa:** A what? I don't speak Irish, sorry.

**Shey:** //[He sighs.]// A //Fánoíche.// Plural //Fánoícheanta.// It's not a species, but it's the closest thing we can muster to a label for what it actually is.

**Bajwa:** Plural implies there's more like it.

**Shey:** There aren't. Not anymore.

**Bajwa:** Anymore?

**Shey:** Jaysus almighty, can I take a second to //breathe?//

//Bajwa nods. Shey sighs again, before covering his mouth with his hand and leaning on the table.//

**Shey:** Okay, I'm all good. Just... slow down a bit, please.

**Bajwa:** Yeah, sure. Sorry.

**Shey:** Yer-ah, you're grand. I understand the pressure. Feel free to start wherever. I should be able to answer most of it.

**Bajwa:** Alright. First of all, why didn't you lead with the fact there are Irish ghost kaiju making these things?

**Shey:** Thought you knew.

**Bajwa:** What do you //mean// you thought I knew?

**Shey:** You read the document about them that I sent you, no?

**Bajwa:** I did. The wisps were hardly mentioned, and there was no indication that it would be //the size of a house.//

**Shey:** Well, I suppose that's my bad. //[He shrugs.]// But, yes, the file I sent you should be about Dubhán. Or something like it, at least. It's... weird. As far as we can tell, when it's not the new moon, Fánoícheanta lived inside of stories about themselves. Not in a "crawling out of story books every month" sort of way, more in the, uh, collective memory of those stories, I suppose? It's weird, metaphysical stuff. Never really grokked it.

**Bajwa:** I'm sort of following. Sort of. So, Dubhán's the only one of its kind left?

**Shey:** We think. As it stands, we only really have the one story about the Fánoícheanta left, which means that there's only really room for him in whatever space they take up. It's an, uh, old Hy-Brasilean story. My father used to read it to me, back when we still lived on the island.

**Bajwa:** Before or after the, uh...

**Shey:** The [[[lte-0851-cetus|Crocosquid]]]? Oh, I was born well before her. I was around... 20, when the attack happened. Born in 1967, so I'd spent most of my life there. Shame it happened, really, but if I hadn't ended up in Three Portlands, I probably wouldn't have met my wife. Wouldn't be a grandfather. At least, not in the way I am now.

**Bajwa:** My condolences, I suppose.

**Shey:** Thank you. Now, where were we? Oh, yes, the, uh...

**Bajwa:** Living inside stories? Or the memories of them?

**Shey:** One or the other. Again, not really sure. Now, we know for a fact that there used to be more of them. We don't know how many, but more than just Dubhán.

**Bajwa:** I'm guessing they're a mythological thing. Sort of "myths made real" situation.

**Shey:** Potentially? We have records going back to... I think the early Fae Empire, if context is taken in, that reference the Fánoícheanta by name and nothing else. All within the vicinity of Ireland, as well as a tiny bit of Wales, so it's probable that they're referring to them. Of course, like I said, we only really have the one story. At least, a complete one.

**Bajwa:** Are there incomplete ones? Like, parts of them?

**Shey:** They're more... implied, if anything. Later Fae, and a few we think come from the early Celtic period, back when human-Fae interaction was still at a high and the beginnings of a shared history were bleeding the line between fact and fable. Of course, you know how that sort of thing went across most of Europe.

**Bajwa:** I think so. The Catholic Church arrives, slowly becomes the dominant religious body in the region through syncretism, before slowly phasing the original mythology out of the cultural consciousness?

**Shey:** Got it in one. Most of our "partial" records come from manuscripts written by monks sometime in the 8th or 9th Century. Given how a Fánoíche looks, I wouldn't be surprised if they were the easiest thing for the Church to throw the label of demon at. Stories either got lost because, well, nobody wanted to read about demons, or they've been so heavily rewritten that it's basically a completely different story at this point. The analogy for the Fánoíche in them might not even be anything close to what the real thing is.

**Bajwa:** Cultural genocide, always a pleasant process.

**Shey:** Truly! I, too, hate coexisting with other vast, sprawling mythologies. A travesty, really.

**Bajwa:** Really.

//The two stand in silence for a moment, Bajwa looking at the wall in discomfort.//

**Bajwa:** Look, I... I'll let you go. Let your superiors back in Dublin know we'll be on to them about Dubhán, and I suppose we'll be in contact again sometime soon.

//[End Log, 0036 Hours]//
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**Date:** March 24th, 2020

**Location:** Binevenagh Forest, County Derry, Northern Ireland

**Personnel Present:** Agent Manpreet Bajwa, members of MTF Delta-32 (SCP Foundation) (SCP Foundation), Archivist Heleyi Shey (Sidhe Lounge)
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//[Begin Log, 2317 Hours]//

//Bajwa and Shey sit in the back of a Foundation van, watching drone footage of SCP-8276 on a laptop on Bajwa's lap. Slowly, it wades through the forest, the trees unmoved as it and the trail of SCP-266 instances pass through.//

**Bajwa:** So, uh, the first time we met, you mentioned something about a leyline knot? That got something to do with Dubhán, or was that just a general thaumaturgist question?

//A nearby Delta-32 member holding a tablet raises her head to look at the pair. Bajwa mouths something to her, and she returns her attention to her device.//

**Shey:** Sort of. It's our working theory as to how the Fánoícheanta came to exist.

**Bajwa:** Enlighten me.

**Shey:** So, you know that statistic about how the average spell cast in Great Britain is around 10% less effective than one cast literally anywhere else?

**Bajwa:** Yeah. It's kind of true, just not by that much. The actual difference in effectiveness is something like point zero zero zero two, to the point where it's almost unnoticeable if you're not working with Foundation-grade equipment.

**Shey:** It's that low? Huh. Well, I guess you know why that is?

**Bajwa:** Sort of. My leyline knowledge is a bit basic, kinda lacking. I know the North Sea is a weird sort of EVE sink, so a ton gets siphoned off the line between Germany and England.

**Shey:** That's about right. Now, since the leylines flow both ways, you'd expect that the Irish Sea has something similar going on, considering it's just Britain, and not the British Isles.

**Bajwa:** I'm assuming the knot isn't that?

**Shey:** Not really. The leyline that passes over Ireland is a bit queer like that. It's not an actual knot, as far as anyone in the ISCUT mappers are able to tell, but it sort of... loops around on itself, if that makes sense. My point is, every biteen of EVE going over Ireland effectively spends two, three times as long as it should in the general area.

**Bajwa:** Which means that the runoff from the line is two, three times greater than it is in most other places?

**Shey:** There thereabouts. Outside of the spots where the lines meet, it's probably one of the most dense parts of the world in terms of ambient EVE. Few old stories say that it's why there were always more Fae living directly //in// Ireland than in the UK, not counting Free Ports.

**Bajwa:** "Never tell an Irishman to go fuck himself, he'll turn in the illusion he used to do it for extra credit."

//Several members of Delta-32 in the van look at Bajwa with expressions ranging from annoyance to confusion. Shey laughs.//

**Shey:** An ICSUT graduate, then? London, Swansea? Or has that one spread across the rest of the Commonwealth of Nations?

**Bajwa:** Master's in Field Thaumaturgy from ICSUT Faisalabad. Licensed aeromancer, still outranked by the great-great-grandnephew of an O5. Biggest waste of seven years and I-don't-even-want-to-know-how-much money I've ever had.

**Shey:** Ah, //c'est la vie.// Still, you see why that saying took off, then?

**Bajwa:** Suppose so. Still, cut to the chase. How's this relate to the Fánoícheanta?

**Shey:** I'm getting there. Now, a higher ambient EVE means a lot more of that goes unused, sinks into the ground. Now, for the most part, this isn't that much of an issue. Plants grow to be healthier, keeps the local wildlife from looking like they've been on the session for the last week, you get the idea. But, that's to a certain point. After a certain point, things get... a little rough around the edges.

**Bajwa:** Do the trees start casting spells in the wind or something?

**Shey:** More common outcome is that the foxes raiding my bins can teleport now.

**Bajwa:** That is... a horrifying prospect.

**Shey:** I know, greedy little red bastards. But, point is, with too much EVE permeating the ecosystem, it starts looking for outlets to spend itself. That starts to become a problem when said outlets are random and rarely intelligent enough to understand how they're doing it. Sure, we know the average crow understands that it can probably do magic if it tries hard enough, but you've seen how deer act when you step on a stick. Most animals would blow themselves to hell at random if it got bad enough, and the trees would be throwing out tornados every time their branches started getting heavy.

**Bajwa:** Makes you wonder how people ever managed to survive here, huh?

**Shey:** Well, there's the thing. We know most sentient species have enough of a basic understanding of their magical talents to develop actual spells, and it's a trend in almost every culture across the world that stories have some level of power, mundane or otherwise. So...

**Bajwa:** You think stories about the Fánoícheanta are sort of summoning circles for them, in a way?

**Shey:** More like the incantation for the spell that summoned them. Circles themselves usually don't matter, it's the words you say that decide if you get a devil or a ghost. Either way, it's been the Lounge's working theory for a couple decades now that the stories themselves are infused with magic, to an extent. The first Fae to step foot in these islands saw what the leyline knot could do, and they wanted something to protect them. Sort of like how most gods come to exist. People wanted to believe there was something that could protect them. Or an egregore, I guess. Our guess is that the collective want, and the early elements of it in local mythology, might've retroactively spawned the first Fánoícheanta, way back then.

**Bajwa:** Sounds kinda like that [[[i-h-p-proposal|pataphysics]]] stuff I've seen in the Foundation's journals.

**Shey:** //[He snorts.]// People still believe that load of horseshite is actual science? Amazing.

**Bajwa:** Oh, no, it's not like the old nonsense about how everything is fictional. It's-- You know what, never mind.

**Shey:** Either way, that's why they exist. And I suppose that's what your SCP-266s are.

**Bajwa:** Balls of that excess EVE being recycled into the leyline?

**Shey:** Something like that.

//The two return their attention to the laptop, as SCP-8276 approaches the B201 road.//

**Bajwa:** Do you think it remembers the story that keeps it alive?

**Shey:** Truth be told, I hope it doesn't remember at all.

//[End Long, 2333 Hours]//
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**Date:** April 22nd, 2020

**Location:** Lough Ennell, County Westmeath, Republic of Ireland

**Personnel Present:** Agent Manpreet Bajwa, members of MTF Delta-32 (SCP Foundation), Archivist Heleyi Shey (Sidhe Lounge)
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//[Begin Log, 0214 Hours]//

//Bajwa and Shey stand near the lake's shore, surrounded by Delta-32 members operating EVE monitoring equipment. In the distance, near the lake's center, SCP-8276 has stopped walking, now standing completely still, seemingly looking up at the moon. Its eyes are slightly narrowed, and the SCP-266 instances following it move around it in a double helix.//

**Bajwa:** Never seen it stop before.

**Shey:** It always does, at least here.

**Bajwa:** //[She glances at Shey.]// I feel like there's a story there.

**Shey:** A second-hand one, but you're right.

**Bajwa:** Not a big enough one for a second one of these things to live inside?

**Shey:** Ha-ha. No. History doesn't seem to work. At least, this story.

**Bajwa:** Well, go on.

**Shey:** So, the Sidhe Lounge was properly founded in... 1848? Around then. Now, obviously, by then, a lot of the pecking order for the anomalous world was sorting itself out, and the Church had already done most of its nonsense. So, when we finally got to beginning to properly archive stuff, there were only two Fánoícheanta left. Dubhán, obviously, and another one. A bit taller, and the head was a bit more wolf-ish. They used to call it Bleddyn.

**Bajwa:** //Blaidd.// Welsh for wolf. Very creative.

**Shey:** We don't write stories, we archive them. Forgive us if our creative streaks are a little short. Now, Bleddyn and Dubhán used to split all the routes that Dubhán walks these days. Seven each. Usually, their paths never crossed. Bleddyn used to cover the routes in Wales and the Isle of Man, so there was always a bit of distance, but... there was one.

**Bajwa:** This one?

**Shey:** This one, and next month's. They form a sort of bendy X shape. This is where the paths meet. And, since the distances along the two were similar, they'd usually meet here.

**Bajwa:** And walk right through each other?

**Shey:** No. Apparently, they'd stand here and stare at the moon together. It's the only time either of them seemed to acknowledge something other than themselves. Maybe they were communicating. Maybe it's just something that Fánoícheanta used to do when they gathered in numbers. Maybe it was just... a nice moment for them.

**Bajwa:** It's a nice spot. Can't blame them if they just wanted to enjoy the scenery.

**Shey:** Ah, sure, you can't, really. But, still, that was what they used to do. But, as you may notice, Bleddyn isn't around anymore.

**Bajwa:** Lost its story?

**Shey:** The Lounge worked a lot more closely with governments back then, since we didn't have the GOC or digital infrastructure we do now. Government archives were the most secure places we had, so we were given sections of them to work with. Actually, "work with" is a lot more of a loose term. It was more of a secret society, if anything. Most places weren't fully keen on the idea of helping "fairies" with their business, so we mostly ended up pulling strings behind the curtain a little. Early Veil standard practise, you know the way.

**Bajwa:** So, what, they gave you a room in Dublin Castle and the Dáil to do your thing?

**Shey:** In the Four Courts, actually. [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Dublin#Four_Courts 1922] was... eye opening for the Dublin offices, to say the least. It's also how we figured out that the complete destruction of all physical records of a Fánoíche circumvented the need for them to be forgotten. July of 1922, Dubhán stopped in this lake, and Bleddyn never came.

**Bajwa:** I'm sorry, but if they need physical records of their stories to survive, have none of you considered just writing new ones?

**Shey:** We've tried. Wrote up something in the vague style of our one surviving myth back in the 70s, gave it to ICSUT Dublin and Deer College libraries. Doesn't seem to work. Either one tried to form and didn't take, or nothing happened. So--

**Bajwa:** Maybe the style was the error, there.

**Shey:** //[He pauses, looking at Bajwa.]// What do you mean?

**Bajwa:** Well, think of it this way. Way, way back when, back in the day these stories were first being written... These were the primary ways people told stories, right? Myths and legends, in some form or another. But, the main thing is, they were stories in a medium appropriate for the time, right?

**Shey:** I suppose so?

**Bajwa:** So... What if they need a more period-appropriate place to make a new home? Like a novel, or a cartoon, or something. The GOC has money, I doubt they'd notice if you commissioned one to write a short comic about a Fánoíche or something.

**Shey:** You know, I like the way you think. I'll propose... something like that when I get back.

**Bajwa:** I have my moments. So, he's basically taken on every route that any other Fánoíche's ever walked?

**Shey:** We think so, yes.

//Bajwa returns her attention to SCP-8276, as it slowly lowers its head and begins to walk again.//

**Bajwa:** Must be a lonely existence.

//[End Log, 0227 Hours]//
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**Date:** May 22nd, 2020

**Location:** Ballina, County Wexford, Republic of Ireland

**Personnel Present:** Agent Manpreet Bajwa, several unidentified MTF Delta-32 members (SCP Foundation), Archivist Heleyi Shey (Sidhe Lounge)
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//[Begin Log, 0607 Hours]//

//Bajwa and Shey sit in a Foundation ATV, driving across the countryside. SCP-8276 is visible from the passenger side window.//

**Bajwa:** Do you ever wonder if Dubhán being the only one of its kind left is having a sort of... adverse effect on it? I mean, we can see its ribs, it looks like it's been starving for God-knows how long.

**Shey:** Not really wondering. I've watched it decline in real time.

**Bajwa:** Really?

**Shey:** Unfortunately, yes. I... joined the Lounge back in 1997. First saw it in 1998, in the same place I took you to see it. It was... Well, still gangly. It's always been skinny, thin limbs and such, but there was meat on it. The torso was flat, uninterrupted. Its skin was... clearer. A more cloudy grey, like passing through it would leave you ever so faintly damp. The lantern was still dim, but looking at it made you feel warm, in an odd way.

**Bajwa:** So, it's sick?

**Shey:** Maybe. It's been worsening every month since... I want to say the summer of 2010, 2011. It's subtle, but eventually you know notice. "Oh, it wasn't always that color. I feel cold. There's less wisps behind it lately." Maybe the weight of duty's finally catching up.

**Bajwa:** Could be.

//The two sit in silence for a minute, as they drive toward the sea.//

**Shey:** I don't want it to die.

**Bajwa:** Can it? Die, without the story fading, that is.

**Shey:** Yes. Its presence, whenever it shows up, it's been growing closer and closer to zero local EVE increase on the readings we do. It's been slow, and steady, but we're assuming that if it ever goes all the way down...

**Bajwa:** No more Dubhán.

**Shey:** We think. Current trends, they're saying, it'll be... //[He trails off, swallowing hard as he looks out the ATV's window. In the light of SCP-8276's lantern, and the nearby SCP-266 instances, a tear can be seen in the blue light of his reflection.]//

**Bajwa:** It's okay. Take a moment, or stop altogether. I won't push you.

//Shey makes a grateful noise, and continues to sit in silence. The two continue the drive, arriving at a small beach a short distance ahead of SCP-8276. Bajwa stares out of the windscreen at the slowly brightening horizon, while Shey sits in silence, shaking slightly.//

**Shey:** 2025. This month, five years from now.

**Bajwa:** I mean, five years is a long time. You could always fix it. Or try to.

**Shey:** But what if we can't?

//Bajwa opens her mouth to respond, but quickly closes it again. Shey continues.//

**Shey:** Back in the '90s, I... I wanted to join the Lounge because of these things. I told my daughter Dubhán's story every night before she went to bed. She does the same for her own two. I promised my father, the last thing I ever said to him before that //fucking// thing crawled out of the sea... I told him I'd keep the story alive for him, whenever I had children of my own. And, it's just, knowing that there's something //living// inside that story, something that's dying because... I don't know, it just fucking //hurts.// And, even if I try, there's the possibility that I can do fuck all about it.

**Bajwa:** I understand. I can't say I relate, but you have my sympathies, at the very least. Not worth much, but I can't really offer much more.

**Shey:** It's fine, I just... I just wanted to get that out. Sorry.

**Bajwa:** Don't be.

//The two sit in silence as SCP-8276 passes them by, walking into the surf. It reaches a short distance away from the beach before it stops walking, standing completely still. In front of it, the faintest hint of the sun begins to rise above the horizon.//

**Bajwa:** If you'd like, I think I can pull a few strings and let you keep coming on these observation missions "for research purposes." That is, unless your wife cares that you're out chasing a ghost for work every month.

**Shey:** She told me she doesn't, so... I think I'd like that. I'd like that very much.

**Bajwa:** Then I'll get it sorted out for you.

**Shey:** Thank you.

**Bajwa:** Don't mention it.

//The two return their attention to SCP-8276, just in time for it to begin to dissolve into bright blue fragments of light, which themselves continue to break apart as they fall toward the surf. The gathered SCP-266 instances similarly begin to fall, slowly burning out as tiny motes of light drift upward, fading into the growing dawn light.//

//[End Log, 0617 Hours]//
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