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Item #: SCP-332-DE
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-332-DE is to be stored within the center of a containment cell for Safe-class objects measuring 4 x 4 x 6 m in Site-DE22. A book stand must be present inside the cell, on which a book featuring empty pages must be placed during testing. No other written media may exist within a five meter radius around the anomaly, while all recordings are to be conducted digitally. Staff members using SCP-332-DE without approval from Dr. Fried are subject to disciplinary action.
Description: SCP-332-DE designates a 2 meter tall larch wood door within a fitting frame. The latter is enveloped by two long, thick, dark-green ivy vines, which are terminating in a heart-like shape at the top. These plants require nether nutrients nor care. A bronze doorknob is present with a dragon's head carved in it. If a subjects opens SCP-332-DE and steps through, it will be transported to a meta plane created in the exact moment of passage and consisting of a randomly selected human-made fairy tale of any nationality. Should the subject prefer or think of a certain fairy tale, it will constitute its destination. Experiments have shown that two individuals can exist within the meta plane simultaneously. Subjects can manipulate the course of history within the fairy tale according to their own desires, with tests revealing that nearby blank books or those describing the fairy tale in question are adapting to all alterations. Affected books will retain these changes, with all man-made modifications vanishing after a short time. The meta plane is subject to sever time dilation, meaning that years can pass inside, while only weeks passed within base reality. Usually, a stay within SCP-332-DE only lasts a few hours in real time.
Once the fairy tale ends, SCP-332-DE wil reappear before the subject, while its surroundings are fading. If the subject runs away from the door, it will chase it while remaining in place within base reality. However, subjects can be "punished" during their departure if their actions during the fairy tale have been malicious. This is achieved by raising the temperature of the door knob to 70° C, which can cause second to third-degree burns at the affected area, and/or adding thorns to the ivy vines, whereupon they will either grab the subject by the neck or wrist of the hand holding the door or press its body against the smouldering door knob. The thorns have been found to inject a toxin that increases pain perception and raises body temperature. Neither does heat have an influence on the vines, nor can they be ripped apart by brute force. Punishments can last five seconds to five minutes, which is illustrated by the slowly rotting ivy heart above the object. The vines will also throw the subject through the door after ten minutes regardless of its actions if they do not pass through on their own.
| Fairy Tale |
Story |
Ending |
| Little Red Riding Hood (Original Version) |
D-6483 is waiting inside the closet of the grandmother's bedroom for the wolf to eat her. When Little Red Riding Hood inquired the wolf about his identity, the subject revealed it to her, causing the wolf to attack and be killed by D-6483 through a knife. |
In the end, the wolf's head hang above the fireplace. |
| The Legend of the Princess from Guatavita |
The female D-6548 employee fell in love with the warrior, which lead to the princess finding no replacement for her spouse and beginning a life as a prostitute. Later on, the princess got murdered and her heart served to a random citizen, D-6548 in this case. |
The consumption lead to the warrior leaving her in disgust. |
| The Princess and the Pea |
D-4238 crept into the princess' bedroom and removed the pea from the floor. The next morning, the princess reported the theft she felt at night to the authorities. |
D-4238 was executed publicly and the prince married the princess. |
Discovery: On June 12, 2023, a Foundation agent embedded into the police department of Osterholz-Scharmbeck reported about a strange door in the woods and forwarded the official documentation via a secure connection, after which agents were dispatched to investigate the phenomenon. According to residential testimonies, John Mourn, a criminal guilty of several crimes from theft to murder, escaped prison two weeks earlier. Officials pursued him into the Teufelsmoor in Osterholz-Scharmbeck where he suddenly vanished. Using tracking dogs and ripped cloth parts of Mr. Mourn, the officials were able to discover the door in question. Foundation agents managed to secure the object, while all reports were blackened or deleted, every involved civilian amnestitized, and all manipulated books except one burnt.
Foreword: A book was discovered near the discovery site of SCP-332-DE and confiscated for research purposes. It is extremely corrupted, with the sudden mention of a name making the original genre of the text even more unclear. Contents are visible below.
There once was a chivalrous knight whose eyes have seen all mountains and valleys amongst these lands. The whole world honored his grace and veneration. He wore the most magnificent robes and had a heart beating for all fair folk. Despite all this glory, he sought-for no prostitute, given they longed only for natural delights. One day, mistletoe hang 'bove him and her, a poor and yet well-behaved dame. from far away who loved her husband for his acumen. And thus, the velvet enveloping them felt not hard for once but soft. A boy saw the light of day, but a clouded sky formed above the trio ever since his sixteenth life of year. Sprouting from irreverence towards his farther, whose glory was well-earned after years of hard work, the boy became indolent and even stole from the people because he lacked riches. The punches his father gave him, he just ignored, for there never was any love between them, only rivalry. All spiritual blood led the boy down the forbidden path of estrangement, where he is everywhere but home. And behind him, no one would ever wait for his return.
The boy crosed mushroom-filled forests, mountains and rivers, constantly in the presence of nature to which he told his story. Birds spread his word to the people, forming hearsay and scorn towards his former family who retreated from society as a result. Ultimately, the boy stumbled upon a carriage led by two horses and occupied by a man in black robe. The boy pulled out a dagger and threatened the clocked figure with murder if he did not hand over his possessions. "Foolish boy" — the man replied — "you will starve before my hands pull out my sword." The boy's hands dropped the dagger in defeat and degradation, followed by their holder collapsing in exhaustion. He awoke in a comfy bed beside a tray of food and water. His eating sounds must have attracted some attention, as the man from before entered the room and took a seat on chair at the end of the bed. "Who are you?", those were the first words the boy could think of. "I am Sir Fron Mourn, crown of the kingdom you inhabit. The birds told me of your demise and the bravery a rotten society had wasted. And seeing such a warrior fall down before me, I could not resist to salvage your potential." The boy felt slightly overwhelmed by the compliments he received from his vis-à-vis and said "If you're a king, then where is your noble robe?" In a short laughter, Fron answered "Who are worth more? Those whose love dwindling in visible splendor or those who let their fire burn within themselves to warm others?" These words made the boy re-evaluate his past choices the entire day. And thus, the first night passed in his novel dwelling.
After a night of pondering, a choice was made by the boy. He will remain beside this mysterious man for it was he who had saved him from his near death. He was greeted by Fron at the breakfast table who initiated the conversation with the words "Well, can you answer my question?". Without hesitation, the boy answered "Yes, I shall follow you", painting a smile in Fron's face. "Then there's no time to be wasted. You may call me your father and teacher from now. I will teach you the ways of war and magic, thusly giving you the power to take revenge on those who did you wrong." This laid the bedrock for a dangerous development, predestined to reach its peak after years of training with weapons, magic and potion brewing. By now, Karo — his new name given to him by his father — has matured to a respectable and certainly feared black knight who drew his power from the tumult still persisting between his ears. Kingdoms fell or their kings dethroned and replaced by Sir Mourn's iron fist. The birds, verily in shock, sang ballads about the battles vied, never before seen black magic and the heroes who led their lives. These melancholic tunes were even heard at Karo's erstwhile home, yet his father knew not of his foe's identity and prepared for the upcoming war.
On the balcony, the father is gazing upon the darkening horizon. When he felt the time was right, he ordered his troops to keep their weapons, mere bows and swords, ready. A bugle announced a large figure appearing in the sky above the marching troops, which turned out to be a dark-red fire-spewing dragon. As he flew over the kingdom, screams were ultimately piercing the silence and the blood of brave brothers dropped onto the balcony. The panicked escape attempt made by the father was hindered by a tall man in black armor who simply splintered the pathetic door. Both drew their swords and engaged in a battle not less meaningful than the one around them. No one could get the upper hand in this battle of two men on a par, but eventually, Karo managed to kick his opponent between the legs, causing the father to kneel in defeat. Accepting his defeat, he prepares himself to meet his maker and enter Heaven's paradise, but no final blow ever came. Instead, Karo put his sword back in its sheath and removed his helmet. "Do you remember me?" he asked. "Perhaps not, but I remember you. You whose parenting techniques were more equal to a whip than a helping hand. Yes, it is me, Karo, your son let down." The man's facial features formed a visage of fear and anger, but mainly mirrored his utter disbelief concerning his opponent's identity. "No, he would never dare to commit murder. He was a foolish boy, sure, but still on with humanity. You're only using him to cloud my mind." This assumption was rebutted by the fist meeting his left cheek. "You always wanted me to be your reflection, immaculate and infallible. Pondering your predictions right now, they seem to have come true. But fear not, for I won't take your life. No, only ascend your throne to rule over my new kingdom. Forfeit and prevent more futile blood from pouring!" His father ordered his men to lay down their weapons and surrender, after which he was escorted to the dungeons and imprisoned. Ever since, Karo and Sir. Mourn rule all lands. Will there ever be a hero to avenge all deaths and bring peace to this world?
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Afterword: There were three more pages, but they only contained splashes of ink and human blood. The effects of SCP-332-DE are assumed to persist, given the story has not yet come to an end.
Foreword: Agent Jacobsohn was tasked with detaining Fron Mourn for his crimes and contain the persisting effects of SCP-332-DE. He was equipped with a silenced pistol, several magazines of ammunition, a combat knife and stab-proof clothing. The mission progress was recorded using the same book.
No sun dared to shine unto the kingdom ever after. Warriors once brave became slaves, kind-hearted women turned harlots. And lashed were they, wrecking their backs, inscribing grotesque stories. Some were tempted, others bowed before their king, if such a creature deserves such a title at all. Karo's father was bereft of his possessions and served as his son's slave. Not laughing became an unwritten rule within the lower hierarchical strata. And all of them marching along an endless road of demise. Yet all this security blinded the ruler to hope, never considering that the day of his fall might come eventually. A man from a realm far beyond the father's grasp sneaked into the kingdom and attempted to convince the inhabitants to join him. But they only said that folk of his status are no good here and merely a reflection of the man who ruined their life. Given he had no one assisting him in his quest, he had to face the dragon in his lair by himself. Using his exotic dagger, he defeated one follower after another while his magic made the food rot, all as a means to weaken the kingdom. Hearsay concerning an unknown savior spread quickly, causing the people to attack their tormentors more often. Sir Mourn, who sees his kingdom fall apart more and more, sent his son to silence the perpetrator.
After a long search through the barrack of a castle, Karo came upon a masked figure and immediately drew his sword to attack. But the blade was blocked by the armor of his opponent. The latter, using this moment of confusion, grabbed the sword and threw it out of the window, shattering it. A coat fell to the floor, revealing the aggressor to be Jacobsohn whose strange clothes were unknown to Karo. A battle ensued between the two, fought with all sorts of magical knowledge both had at their disposal. Eventually, Jacobsohn vanished in a plume of smoke and ash after a fire spell by Karo who returned to his master to announce his victory.
But this was to be the place he rediscovered Jacobsohn, who was pointing an obscure machine at Sir Mourn, who ordered Karo not to intervene. "I will put an end to your actions and take you away in chains", Jacobsohn yelled. "Fuck you, why do you mind this world in the first place?" Karo was confused by the wording, but felt the tension rising between the two. "Whether it's the real world or some fairy tale is irrelevant to me. I'm worried about all the sheer sum of souls your torturing here. And you", he continued his sentence while looking at Karo, "were seduced by this creature of a man who had brought nothing but death and pestilence unto your beloved kingdom. Look, he even made you enslave your own father. Don't you feel any remorse or pity?" After all this time, Karo reflected on his choices once more, visibly entwined in thoughts. "Offer no ear to this jester, for he is only attempting to divert you from your glory. What would your father think of you?" In the sequel to a flurry of thoughts within Karo, he approached Jacobsohn with a grim expression. But Jacobsohn did no harm to Sir Mourn, instead just stood there as if paralyzed. Karo wrapped his hands around Jacobsohn's neck to strangle him afront Sir Mourn's smile. As Jacobsohn attempted to free himself from his grip, Sir Mourn laughed more than ever before, keeping his mouth wide open. And then, a foggy beam entered Sir Mourn's mouth, freezing his throat shut and suffocating him instead of Jacobsohn. "I knew your crossed fingers would tell no lies", Jacobsohn said in relief after Karo let go of his neck. "Yes, we will only give the people what they always longed for." Both left the throne room, dragging Sir Mourn's body behind them and throwing him to the people to let them live out their fantasies. A peaceful era came upon and no one will ever forget Jacobsohn, the hero, and the lessons learned throughout this adventure.
The end.
Karpfisch