The following is the document version dated ██/██/2012
BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL
The following file is level 5/ES-199 classified. Access without proper credentials is forbidden.
ES-199
| Item #: SCP-ES-199 | Level 5/SCP-ES-199 |
| Object Class: Apollyon | Classified |
Special Containment Procedures: A permanent Containment Breach has been promulged and special combat divisions have been deployed around SCP-ES-199-A instances. Due to the intrinsic properties of SCP-ES-199-B, nothing can be done about the latter.
Containment of the object is impossible, and a DK-Class End of Veil Scenario has been declared imminent.
Description: SCP-ES-199 is the joint designation of SCP-ES-199-A and -B
SCP-ES-199-A denotes a set of doors located in countries whose official language is Spanish. SCP-ES-199-A instances can be found in 3-4 instances per hospital, and they mimic the existing doors in the facility. The destruction of a SCP-ES-199-A instance is enough to neutralize it, but this will trigger the appearance of two more instances inside or outside the facilities where it is located.
Every 4 hours, each SCP-ES-199-A instance will open, and entities previously designated as SCP-ES-199-3 will begin to emerge from it in groups of 20-60. Most SCP-ES-199-3 instances possess diverse cognito-hazardous properties triggered by direct eye contact or touch and are hostile in nature. Attempting to catch any SCP-ES-199-3 instance will result in its disappearance and the subsequent cognito-hazardous effect on nearby subjects. Since the death of these does not cause any problems, it has been decided to systematically terminate them, preferably by the use of force.
SCP-ES-199-B is a Rupture-Higgs Bubble measuring 6km3 located 1930 km from the Earth's exosphere.
The correlation between SCP-ES-199-A and -B has been found based on previous documents related to these objects.
Due to the difficulty of terminating SCP-ES-199-3 instances, an incursion within any SCP-ES-199-A instance has not been possible.
Addendum-ES-199-01: Exploration Log
On ██/██/2012 Operation Condor was carried out. A Special Mobile Task Force was established made up of agents from the Cognitohazards Division: Alondra Delgado, Carolina Coromoto, Javier Padilla, Luciana Perdomo, and Rafael Segovia.
They were equipped with audio-visual cameras and the necessary equipment for the operation. They were code-named Theta-7 ("Austringers") and deployed to [REDACTED] psychiatric hospital, Colombia. After the termination of SCP-ES-199-A instances from the site, the raid was carried out within the instance. Below is the exploration log made by SMTF Theta-7:
Initial Exploration Video Log Transcript
Date: ██/██/2012
Task Force:Special Mobile Task Force Theta-7 "Austringers"
Subject: SCP-ES-199-A
Team Lead: Rafael Segovia (Alpha)
Team Members: Alondra Delgado (T1) / Carolina Coromoto (T2) / Javier Padilla (T3) / Luciana Perdomo (T4)
[BEGIN LOG]
Alpha: All right, fellas, cameras on. Weapons loaded and prepped, ready?
T1: Ready.
T2: Let's go!
T3: Ready, captain.
T4: Push that door.
Alpha: We're ready to proceed, Central Command.
Command: Proceed at will.
(The Task Force enters in a SCP-ES-199-A instance)
(The camera shows a long, illuminated corridor with white floor tiles. The end of the corridor cannot be observed.)
T2: Damn, this is endless.
T1: At least we're not burning hot.
T3 Temperature equal to 18 degrees, stable. Normal environmental radiation. This looks like a hospital… even like a bathroom.
Alpha: Okay, guys heads up. As orders say. Keep going until we find something.
(The Task Force walks for five minutes. From here, the lights are dimmed. The Task Force can be observed walking near the Moon.)
T3: Wait a minute, isn't that the sun? Are we just walking in the fucking space!?
T2: That's a great view.
T4: T3, what do your statistics say? This is rare… an otherworldly experience. And I don't mean it literally.
T3: 15 degrees. Environmental radiation has only increased by zero point six percent. I think it's normal, we're in space, and we've got the sun in front of us. Take out your goggles and don't see too much of it.
(Alpha and T1-4 proceed to put on special anti-radiation goggles.)
T1: If this wasn't such a stressful place, I'd say we look great. A few laughs to alleviate the pace are not bad.
Alpha: Of course not, T1. Is someone guarding our back?
T4: My neck's contracted from turning back and forth so much. But yes, they have somebody.
(After 20 minutes, the lights reappear, but this time the corridor has a rustic appearance. The lights are yellow, the floor is paved with sandblasted concrete and the walls are roughly painted with white synthetic enamel.)
T2: Guys, be careful. Apparently, there are traces of cognito-hazards… which are quite unusual. Are they white paint? Why is white paint a cognito-hazard? Oh yeah, whiteline. Hey, why is there flesh stuck here?
Alpha: I'm sure that whiteline was another of those rare concepts about colors that we couldn't understand.
T2: You won't. Clearly, this thing doesn't make sense. It is known that this thing conveys feelings, but… I better not see this thing, I can go crazy.
T1: (holding the urge to laugh) Damn it, guys- sh- don't look up- pf- It's a compulsive- HAHAHAHA!
(T3 slaps T1. T1 comes around.)
T1: For God's sake, I thought I'd end up laughing for eternity. Don't look up I said!
(A glance ahead now shows a path full of commercial cuts of varied beef, which seems to be featherless wings, unidentified bird steaks and thighs, and lean meat.)
T4: It' s so cold in this place. I have a bad feeling about this. Cap, do you think those who were here went mad?
Alpha: Lucía, I don't know, but it seems that the last experiment really affected them. I don't even want to think about the meaning of the Pattern.
T3: 8 degrees. Normal environmental radiation. My left ball is frozen. I'm even shaking, why didn't we bring some sweaters or something?
T2: It should be enough for you to wear what's on top of you.
T1: This looks like a butcher's shop…
(The Task Force walks for 10 more minutes. Commercial cuts of varied meat, lean meat, and white meat could be observed throughout the tour. The Task Force arrives at a room with a display case for refrigerated meat in front of them. The floor changes to one of the white tiles. A subject is seen in the distance with a butcher's knife slicing pork.)
Unknown Subject: Oh, hello, come in.
(The subject found was identified as an instance previously designated as SCP-ES-199-2. Now referred to as Bravo.)
T1: Hmmm… that's a… why is there a human-shaped flame?
Alpha: Hi, we're here to ask some questions.
Bravo: What questions? Why do not you ask yourselves those questions?
Alpha: Excuse me?
Bravo: Move that tile next to your right foot.
(Alpha removes a tile from the floor with his hands. A viscous red material conglomerate can be seen.)
Alpha: Damn, this smells bad.
Bravo: It is disgusting, right?
T4: Damn it! It smells like hell itself! Put it up now!
Alpha: Oh, damn-
(Bravo points the knife at Alpha. T1-4 load their weapons and point to it.)
T3: Watch out for that knife, lil' llama. We don't want any casualties.
Bravo: Casualties? Do not you think it is disgusting what have you done to say that?!
Alpha: What have we done?
Bravo: You have brought the downward spiral to our shelter. Again. Look at us, it has been released. It almost consumed us, and… and… I could do nothing.
(Bravo slowly lowers the knife.)
Bravo: It was a quiet day, looking at the corridors of the place. I watched the birds flutter and the horses bray. And I chewed my morning cigar. You know, every day, opening those birds to look at that which is hidden behind their eyes. The triggering without action. The unreachable bubble that escapes the last sigh. We have always done it for you, for others, and you are those others.
Alpha: I don't know what you say, we just came here to explore and find the reason for all the problems that afflict our world. If you understand something I'm talking about.
Bravo: I understand it perfectly. You have raised your selves, you multiply every second, and you are unstoppable. You got them out of control. Because you brought us the scourge. The ones who are not themselves, for their existence never was and never is. Why do they come? To negotiate? I am the last one alive in this place. I have taken refuge here, among the rotten flesh of my fellows. I am… we are a concept arising from a person's mind. The Pattern has made us so, the nothing that is something once is made something.
Alpha: Do you know who is the person who conceived them?
Bravo: What will you hand me in return?
T2: Wowow, that sounds like playing with the devil.
Alpha: All right, T2. Anyway, excuse me?
Bravo: The lives of my fellows, though non-existent, have hurt me. Because I have been here from the beginning. I am the one who moves the pieces of this place. I can hear those damn birds squawk all fucking day, night, whatever this fucking change of time is. I am going to collapse. Can you hear them?
(The corridor where the Task Force came from closes behind them. The connection continues.)
T3: Oh, shit, no!
T2: (Aiming at Bravo) Open the fucking door, li'l llama!
(T1 and 4 are visibly agitated but aiming at Bravo.)
Bravo: They are screaming, it is harmony, they are keeping up a rhythm. The pattern of non-existence. You can hear the screams resound on each of these walls, as they disperse in a straight line, not as waves, but as zigzags. It is a line of cloth, painted under the scent of light. Look at the strokes, and turn them into music. They are the screams. The chasm between the abysses that will one day consume everything, at random, and just for the sake of it. Because nature is not dictated by any pattern. It is dictated by the Howling Pattern. The disjointed screams for the sake of it.
Alpha: Please, I need you to tell me why the door closed behind us, and what is all you're saying?
Bravo: Like the Pattern, I am a scream, and I am hatred. It is a never-ending itching, it asks me for souls, it asks me for heads. Yes, that. Do you really want your Earth to be at peace?
Alpha: What's the price of freedom?
T2: Alpha! I just told you this is playing with the devil.
T3: He's our boss. Just trust him.
Alpha: Stop.
Bravo: Look at this.
(Bravo shows an empty flask.)
Bravo: I want to be a sigh again. He who conceived us is already dead, it is only a matter of time before all this gets out of control and you are consumed. I control what happens and what does not happen here. It has been a long time, perhaps months, since you are here, many people have died. There are birds with the bodies of men circling their great meccas. The end of the jigsaw is imminent. Their veil was shattered.
(The walls of the place begin to show images of a possible future where SCP-ES-199-3 instances have ravaged much of South America, Central America, and the Caribbean. Several SCP-ES-199-3 instances shown in the images apparently exhibit cognito-hazardous effects.)
T1: Oh, my God…
T4: This, of course, must be an illusion. Not today, monster!
Bravo: (Points to Alpha) How much are those who lay behind you worth?
(The walls and ceiling fall on top of each other. T1-4 and Alpha start screaming. No one was hurt in the incident.)
(The Task Force can be observed in turmoil. The Task Force is now surrounded by SCP-ES-199-3 instances in a large and completely white room. Screams and beggings are heard.)
(Several subjects are observed being tortured by SCP-ES-199-3 instances. Some of the subjects have been identified as Senior Researcher Dr. Von Braun, Project Head Researcher Andrés Mondragón, the Site-34 Director, Researcher Mallea, and Dr. Farcaster.)
T2: This is- this is- (hyperventilates)! (T2 points to Bravo) TELL ME THIS IS A FUCKING ILLUSION! (starts sobbing).
T3: Obviously all this has to be a lie, hehe-… No, I'm sure…
T4: What are you talking about- my girl… (T4 starts sobbing).
Alpha: Oh, my God…, Is that him?
T1: Do you know him?
Alpha: He's… from the high command. I'm sure this bullshit is an illusion.
Bravo: The icing on the cake.
(Several subjects can be observed being tortured by SCP-ES-199-3 instances. The subject has been identified as O5-5.)
Bravo: This is as real as you want it to be. All this, it was a curtain. You have been here for 3 months, your home, and everything you know. Look at them. Do you want to hug them? Look how your skin is torn off. Strip to strip.
(Bravo looks at Alpha. T1-4 points to Bravo.)
Alpha: Don't shoot until I say so. Motherfucker…
Bravo: Are you one of those who scream, or wants to sigh?
Alpha: Well, I see… If you're capable of this, I don't see that I can do anything to change it.
T2: What the fuck are you talking about?!
T4: I'm from cognito-hazards, this isn't real… isn't real… isn't real…
Bravo: Look at this flask. Take it, open it. See how to make us sigh.
(Alpha open the flask.)
Alpha: What's next?
Bravo: Those behind your heels must return to dust.
Alpha: Are you referring to… kill them?
Bravo: Can you hear the screams?
(Alpha pulls his head tight and starts screaming. The same goes for T1-4. The Alpha's camera drops and focuses on the Task Force members.)
T2: Damn it, Cap! WHAT THE HELLS ARE YOU DOING?! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
T3: I can't… I DON'T FEEL ANYTHING! AAAAH GOD! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!
T1: THINK ABOUT IT, GUYS. I THINK THIS IS BETTER THAN EVERYTHING! MY FUCKING HEAD, IT'S GOING TO EXPLODE!
T4: THIS IS NOT AN ILLUSION! DAMMIT, NO!
(Alpha rushes at T2 and starts to open his abdomen and remove her viscera. After removing everything, he proceeds to perform the same action with T1, T3 and T4.)
Bravo: Not understanding is the same as understanding. When you reach climax, the only thing that thrives is instinct and dethrones the reasoning that has been nourished since the first light. Eye for an eye.
(It is possible to hear the squawking of birds and screams coming from SCP-ES-199-2.)
[END LOG]
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