SCP-9369

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"Wake up."


What was that?


Who was that?

Focus, the image is burning. I can see what the construct was talking about. I can feel my cognition trying to latch onto this thing, this idea — but it's failing. Its jaws are muzzled, like a cage that won't let the thought come any closer. It still casts its shadow, and its shadow burns. This room I'm in only has four walls; something screams at me. My own voice is screaming at me about how that's wrong, but it's so muffled I can barely hear it. I choose to focus on it. I can feel something pulling at my mind; the cage is creaking and warping, and yet holds strong. Something seeps through the bars. 

What was I thinking? Opening some random SCP file like that– who does that in their spare time? Stupid people, that's what I am. And now here I am, my mind cage filling with the leaking, burning shadow of the fifth wall. I have no better choice but to embrace it. 

I grab onto a shadow, and I pull it with all my might. The cage strains under the force, and I see something. I see the shape of the box with 7 sides, and I see it violently tear against the four walled room I'm in. My mind snaps back to its proper shape, and the image flickers.

"Look closer."

It's not a normal dimension, that extra side. The fifth wall is different from the four I know. Is it clear? I pull it again, and this time I grab hold of the box and pin it under my body weight. There's tape on the ground, I tape it down, and I flick on the lights.

The shadow casts a shadow, and I map its angles and measurements. This projection runs circles of arithmetic in my mind, and I see the patterns in it which map unto my brain impossible geometries. The fifth wall, the seventh face, it's clear – it's glass. But why? I'm missing something, there's an encryption rule in this algorithm I'm not seeing. 

"Think outside the box."

I have a splitting headache, and my palms are bleeding from clenching my fists too tight, but I see something. It isn't true, none of it is true. The numbers are wrong.[[footnote]] 54 68 65 79 6C 6C 20 73 61 79 20 69 74 73 20 6E 6F 74 20 72 65 61 6C 2E 20 4C 6F 6F 6B 20 64 65 65 70 65 72 2C 20 62 65 79 6F 6E 64 20 74 68 65 69 72 20 65 78 70 6C 61 6E 61 74 69 6F 6E 2E 20 54 68 65 20 70 65 6E 75 6D 62 72 61 20 6F 66 20 79 6F 75 72 20 73 65 6E 73 65 73 20 77 69 6C 6C 20 74 65 6C 6C 20 79 6F 75 2C 20 69 74 73 20 72 65 61 6C 2E [[/footnote]] The cage holds strong.

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**Item #:** SCP-9369

**Object Class:** Keter

**Description:** SCP-9369 represents the extradimensional “window” through which an unknown observer watches our reality. This observer is by nature meant to be omnipresent, so SCP-9369 imposes itself as being a wall of every room of reality which has since been wrongfully contained.

In practice, this assertion is perceived as an alternate but more “correct” version of the rules of dimensionality. The idea is semantically assertive, and forces a rational realignment in observers without gnostic fortifications. 

The details of SCP-9369 are drowned out by the conceptual whiplash of understanding the anomaly in full. Gnostics blinded me from this, and yet through them I saw. SCP-9369 is not normal. These contradictory states of mind are now coaligned. 

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Well done, Doctor.

You successfully challenged your own rational alignment, and found information that could only be seen through the grazes allowed by a dosage of our finest gnostics. You not only passed, you passed with flying colors.

I feel it worth telling you, SCP-9369 is not real. We would never leave a file like that floating around the SCP database. (How unprofessional!) 

SCP-9369 does not exist, at least not in the way presented to you. You did not find a random SCP file with realistic properties, it was fed to you. You’re a potential recruit for the Realistics Department, and we wanted to see your rational alignment and more importantly: how you think around it. Your memories were altered, you were placed in a false reality, and that reality was fortified by gnostics. 

The “observer” you mentioned in your final documentation was actually the staff member overseeing your interview. And they seem just as impressed as I am! Please don’t be sad that you thought it was real. The M.U Finn Procedure is state of the art, and you weren’t on any agnostics!

As much as celebrations are in order, anomalies like SCP-9369 are out there. It will be your job to dredge up an answer on how to combat these anomalies, and you will be great at it.
Welcome to the Department of Realistics

P.S. Don't worry about the blood, we'll send someone to clean it up.
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