A representation of SCP-403-FR dated back to 1932 (see Addendum 403-FR-2).
Item #: SCP-403-FR
Threat Level: Green ●
Object Class: Uncontained
Special Containment Procedures: Due to its nature, SCP-403-FR cannot be contained. Any mention of a civilian encounter with SCP-403-FR should be recorded, and the person who came into contact with the entity is to be administered a dose of Class-A amnestics.
On the night following an encounter with SCP-403-FR, the cities around the location where SCP-403-FR was encountered in a dream should be monitored to effectively detect the next encounter with the entity. This is intended only to track the movements of SCP-403-FR for record-keeping purposes; since the entity is not considered to be dangerous, there is no need to further monitor it.
Description : SCP-403-FR designates an individual of the species Pelophylax kl. esculentus (European green frog) whose existence has, to date, only been observed through its presence in various dreams. The entity is dressed in red shorts, a straw hat, has a cane, and is able to express itself in several languages, the witnesses having met it in dreams affirming that they always managed to understand it.
An encounter with SCP-403-FR during a dream period does not seem to depend on the will of the sleeper, but rather on other external factors (see Addendum 403-FR-1). In addition, lucid dreamers who have been instructed to consciously induce an encounter with SCP-403-FR in a dream have all woken up without being able to do so.
Most dreams involving SCP-403-FR take place in a geographical environment close to that in which the dreamer is asleep. The entity can be heard in the distance by the sound of its pads and its cane tapping the ground quickly, always heading towards the dreamer. When it approaches them, it almost always speaks to them. The length and content of the sentences vary according to the dream, and the entity sometimes holds a full one-way conversation. It is indeed impossible to converse with SCP-403-FR, the entity ignoring the dreamer if they try to answer. SCP-403-FR always leaves the dream by moving away from the dreamer.
Addendum 403-FR-1: Cross-referencing certain testimonies of dreamlike encounters with SCP-403-FR has made it possible to establish that the entity seems to follow an equivalent itinerary between the dreams in which it finds itself and the real geography, that is to say that it travels real distances through the dreams it crosses. It is thus possible to predict with relative reliability the area in which a person will encounter SCP-403-FR in a dream.
Below is a non-exhaustive list of significant encounters with SCP-403-FR, sorted in chronological order (note that because of the dreamlike nature of the encounters with SCP-403-FR, the statements are transcribed from the testimonies of the people who met the entity and may include approximations or omissions):
| Place of the dream |
Excerpts from the entity's statements |
| Viazma, Russia |
"Good morning, stranger. What are you doing out here? I didn't think I'd run into anyone in these parts. It's okay, after all: [the entity mentions a trip to a cold and remote area], I took some time for myself and I'm better now. Bon voyage! |
| Krasnapolle, Belarus |
[The entity mentioned activities it practiced during its trip, including several forms of meditation and some of the famous landscapes and places it visited.] |
| Lviv, Ukraine |
"Hello! Say, are you a musician? I'm not, but some of my sisters are. You should hear them play those melodious chords! How I wish I could, but unfortunately I can't even describe them to you. I can't wait to find them!" |
| Pécs, Hungary |
"This trip has taken a long time, but I'm finally going home! It's been so long, I don't even remember why I wanted to leave so badly. I hope my beloved will be happy to see me again, and that she hasn't forgotten me." |
| Vallesella, Italy |
"It's a beautiful village you've got here! Mine doesn't look like much, but it looks so good! The fields as far as the eye can see, the colorful roofs, the canals… I missed it a lot, but it's not so far now!" |
| Val-de-Charmey, Switzerland |
"You know, now that I think about it, I should have brought them presents! My beloved would have liked to have tasted something other than those insects we raise, and even the Guardians are not allowed to provide us with food… Never mind, it will be for another time, or if my dear sister thinks about it when she comes back." |
| Malesherbes, France |
"It's strange, I can't find it… Is my memory playing tricks on me, or is it a joke orchestrated by everyone? Where did they go?" |
Since the occurrence in Malesherbes, SCP-403-FR has been periodically seen in dreams in several towns in the Centre region, seemingly searching for its village. It appears more and more panicked with each encounter, speaking less and less to the dreamer. Research to confirm the dreamlike existence of a village populated by humanoid frogs is underway.
Addendum 403-FR-2 : On 28/04/2020, Archivist Nyong'o found a series of letters related to SCP-403-FR in the archives of Site-Aleph. It is a part of the correspondence between ███████ ███████, a former Director of the ███████ Service, and "Monsieur de Bellart", a Person of Interest linked to collectives that have evolved and merged with Oneiroi since then. The letters are dated between September 1925 and August 1938.
Dear ███████ ███████,
You are no stranger to the adventures I sometimes experience when I wander in the dreamlike lands of my subconscious. Sometimes I meet insidious individuals or creatures, but what I have seen this summer far exceeds the strangeness I have already told you about.
I was in those days in the house of my friend ████ █████, in someplace I cannot tell you about between Malesherbes and Orleans.
I was asleep, one hot night, and began to have one of what you call "lucid dreams."
I was in one of those characteristic fields of the surroundings and could hear the clamor in the distance. As I got closer to it, I was allowed to see a very atypical scene: I was on the edge of a forest, and in it, I saw strange buildings with colored roofs, and no less astonishing inhabitants: frogs, with a human appearance!
They were each wearing clothes, some hats or tools, and were engaged in equally human activities!
I could not take advantage of this vision any more since an individual who seemed to me at that moment to be very unsympathetic quickly grabbed me by the shoulder, and I woke up.
Knowing that I had already come across real creatures in my dreamlike landscapes, I asked our mutual friend, Professor Charmet, about this, and he took me to task the next day to talk to me about a subject that he then presented to me as "sensitive".
He then explained to me that he had heard that a man had been known in the vicinity for having recently told some amateur journalist that he was part of a group that operated in dreamlike landscapes and looked after a certain village full of animals.
So naturally I got an appointment with him, which I am about to go to after mailing this letter to you.
I hope you will, therefore, look forward to my next missive.
Yours sincerely,
Mr. de Bellart, September 23, 1925
Dear ███████ ███████,
I'm sorry I haven't written in the last few weeks.
My meeting with the man I told you about in my last letter went without a hitch.
He told me that he was indeed part of the group that had prevented me from observing more of these human-like frogs in my dream this summer, already confirming my suspicions that I had observed one of those dreamlike apparitions that are not quite just made up.
He described the village, its inhabitants, and explained to me that he and fifteen other men and women take turns every day to observe and protect the village in a shared dreamlike landscape.
We became good friends, he trusted me and said that he would refer to the rest of his group to nominate me for their dream circle, so that I too could observe this singular phenomenon.
If they accept, I will be happy to send you all my observations, my theories, so that you and your colleagues can draw up a profile of these creatures to, who knows, serve in the future.
Yours sincerely,
Mr. de Bellart, November 12, 1925
Dear ███████ ███████,
Oneiric landscapes hide far more than one could ever imagine.
Well, maybe not for you and your colleagues, but what I have seen this year (I apologize for the delay in writing this letter) is beyond my most frightening experiences.
This human-looking frog village is simply amazing. They have developed a real society, practicing agriculture, trade, and organizing themselves into families and castes.
We cannot converse with them, but staying on the edge of the forest allows us to glimpse very human and societal behaviors, traditions that have no equivalent here, as well as certain pictorial art forms that are just as original.
Their life span being very variable, the evolution of morals and behaviors is so singular that all the anthropologists and ethnologists of the world would have something to discuss for centuries just by observing six months of this village in action.
I cannot tell you everything in detail nor very regularly, because that would leave too strong an imprint in my subconscious, and any escape is punished in the collective, but rest assured that I will continue to try to make you part of a tiny proportion of the mystery that unfolds in this dreamlike landscape, before my very eyes.
Yours sincerely,
Mr. de Bellart, May 23, 1927.
Dear ███████ ███████,
I am sincerely sorry for the little news I finally have to report, but monitoring and recording my observations of Oneiric landscapes takes up all my time.
In the last five years, the situation in the village has changed a lot.
After the pictorial arts, these human-looking frogs have discovered music. They manage to combine the sounds produced by their bodies with those of instruments of such an astonishing shape that I cannot describe or even draw them, lest the poor reality of our world betrays these dreamlike visions.
The melodies that emerge from them have never been heard by men and would revolutionize our way of understanding the world.
Unfortunately, I am afraid that this will be a problem for the village: most of the inhabitants are now so interested in the music that some artists produce that they come to forget certain tasks that are essential to the community.
I have expressed my concerns to the other members of the collective, but they told me that they cannot interfere in the management of the village, that they are only there as observers, and should not influence the natural evolution of the dreamlike landscapes.
Moreover, the artist who created this art form unknown to the village decided to go into exile, for having brought temptation and laziness. He left the village during a ceremony, leaving his family and his beloved (that's the name they give to their exclusive partners if they have any) to travel around the world.
I am enclosing a representation of him, in case you or your colleagues come across him and would like more information than I can write here.
Yours sincerely,
Mr. de Bellart, June 3, 1932
Dear ███████ ███████,
I am sad to announce that the village is no more.
I cannot give more details, but the decadence of laziness and arts that I predicted has come true.
I wanted to intervene as soon as the frogs stopped reproducing and taking care of the fields and farms, but I was prevented from doing so and banished from the collective.
I had not heard from them since then, and my friend told me this morning that the last inhabitant died in the night while playing his instrument, his mind unable to understand that with him the village died out.
Please, if you come across the artist who has gone into exile, please convey to him my sincerest apologies for having been only a spectator when I should have been an actor.
Yours sincerely,
Mr. de Bellart, August 7, 1938.
