SCP-835 Expunged Data Released | keter class | aquatic / transfiguration / contagion scp


WARNING: This SCP Reading contains descriptions
of sexual content and other “Not Safe for Work”Material. Viewer discretion is advised. Item #: SCP–835 Object Class: Keter Special Containment Procedures: SCP-835 is
to be monitored and checked daily for new growth. In the event SCP-835 becomes hostile,
Suppression Tactic A-A6 is to be immediately implemented until aggressive action ceases.
Containment area must be maintained in open ocean, due to the highly aggressive response
of SCP-835 to confinement for any length of time. Waste issued by SCP-835 must be immediately
collected and contained. Feeding of SCP-835 is to take place twice daily, to consist [DATA
EXPUNGED]. SCP-835 may be moved to a new location twice yearly, provided that the current location
is no longer capable of supporting SCP-835, and the move has been approved by Site Command. Staff are to remain at least five meters away
from SCP-835. Anyone working near SCP-835 must have safety lines attached to recall
winches. Contact with SCP-835 will result in the immediate recall of all staff, and
implementation of Suppression Tactic A-A6. Should contact result in full capture of a
staff member, SCP-835 is to be monitored constantly until the release of the subject. Description: SCP-835 appears to be a large
mass of coral-like polyps weighing eight tons. The individual polyps are larger than any
known coral species, growing to more than one meter in diameter in some cases. The central
mass is roughly oval shaped, with a very large (3 meter diameter) polyp at each “end”.
SCP-835 is incapable of locomotion, and appears to anchor itself with the large tentacles
projected from the SCP-835 polyps. These are also used in feeding, and are coated with
a sticky adhesive substance. The tentacles are also quite strong, and have been shown
to be capable of damaging plate steel. The “coral” of SCP-835 is extremely hard,
requiring high-powered diamond drills to collect even small samples. SCP-835 also grows at
a very accelerated rate, capable of adding 22.68kg (50lbs) of mass every day. SCP-835
is susceptible to many chemicals, which cause SCP-835 to “seal up” and halt all growth
for 24 hours, prompting the development and use of Suppression Tactic A-A6. Testing has
shown [DATA EXPUNGED] SCP-835 emits a large mass of semi-liquid
material several times a day from the large polyps on each “end”. This appears to
be made of semi-digested solids, fecal material, and semen. This mass also has several forms
of virus, bacteria, and parasites, many of which have been found only within SCP-835.
The bacterium 835-I5 forms the major concern for containment, due to [DATA EXPUNGED]. This,
coupled with the extremely hard “shell” of SCP-835, form a major obstacle to neutralization.
Any force capable of “cracking open” SCP-835 would also cause the “slurry” inside to
spread, and cause additional infection from 835-I5. Addendum 835-01: First Draft of After Action
Report by Mobile Task Force Zeta-Niner: Circumstances of Retrieval On ██-██-████ at ████:██:██ hours,
Mobile Task Force Zeta-Niner (Mole Rats) conducted an investigation of SCP-835. At this time,
SCP-835 had a mass of only four tons, and only one large polyp at the north end of the
structure (designated Polyp Alpha), Polyp Bravo not yet being in existence. As per standard procedure, four team members
were chosen for the initial investigation. Standard isolation suits (underwater variant)
were worn by all four team members: Lieutenant C█████████ took point as
team leader, while Sergeants L██████ and M█████ served as support. Corporal
H████, a rookie team member, accompanied the team as an observer. A standard Underwater
Remote Vehicle, or URV, was used for initial investigation. SCP-835 did not, at first, act in a hostile
manner towards the team, allowing team members to approach and make contact without incident.
URV-01 was sent to investigate the exterior of the object while team members C, L, and
M proceeded towards what they believed to be the entrance of the site. Corporal H was
ordered to remain outside and to monitor URV-1 in order to ensure that the device’s tether
did not become tangled on the exterior protrusions. The first sign of trouble occurred when Corporal
H, while attempting to clear a jam in URV-1’s sampling claw, reported in with the words,
“Oh god, help me, help me.” He then reported that “some horrible tentacle thing” had wrapped
around his arm and was dragging him in towards a “fucking mouth,” and vocalized several distress
calls… Jesus Christ. I can’t do this. Fucking… goddamn it, he was just a kid! It was his
first fucking mission, I should have kept my eye on him! Christ… all right, here goes, guess I’ll
just let Sarge edit this for me. Again. So the thing grabbed the kid. It had me fooled
to rights. The entrance wasn’t an entrance, it was just… some cave. The real entrance
was the big polyp thing on the north end. It grabbed the kid and started dragging him
towards the mouth. Topside started to drag him up, but all they got was a snapped cable.
And the kid? He got pulled inside and eaten. God, I still remember him screaming. He was
screaming at us, he was crying. “Oh God, Lieutenant, it’s eating me, oh god, I don’t wanna die!”
I’m shouting at him to calm down, we’re gonna get him out of there, and then topside tells
us to abort, and they start the winches. I’m screaming at them to wait, I had his hand!
I HAD him! I got the carabiner on, we’re hooked together, and topside starts winching us up…
and we’re not getting anywhere. I’m grabbing on, I’m telling him I’m not gonna let go,
and then the winch starts to seize up, and I feel this jerk on the tether and it goes
slack, and then we’re both sliding into that damn thing. It was like… Jesus, I need another drink…
fuck. It was like… the only way I can think of it was like you know that thing that doctors
do when they stick a tube up someone’s ass and look at the inside of their intestines?
I saw that on TV once, it was like that, except I was going down the throat of some horrible
underwater hell-monster, not up some poor bastard’s rear. There were these… muscular
contractions, I guess, and they were slowly sliding us down the length of the tube. If
we weren’t wearing the hard suits, we’d have been crushed, but as it was, we were held
so tight we could barely move, even with power-assist. I managed to get my head up enough to see
the kid’s face. His faceplate was covered in vomit, poor bastard had puked in his suit.
I started yelling for him, trying to get him to say something. He managed to tell me he
was all right. He was sobbing like a baby. I started doing some calculations. Based on
my dead reckoning tracker and initial sonar scans, we were moving about a meter every
minute. That meant seventy two hours until we came out the other side, assuming we did.
We had the air, our rebreathers could keep going for days. What we didn’t have was the
power to keep the suits warm for that long. If the heat went out, hypothermia would kill
us… I dunno, look it up, in any case we’d be dead. We needed to conserve power. I told the kid to turn off his helmet lights,
lock his joints, and turn down his heater to minimal. He started crying. He didn’t wanna
do it. I didn’t blame him, but I told him we had no choice. We finally agreed to shut
down everything but our internal helmet lights, at least. It seemed to calm him down, and
honestly, that extra 0.1 percent power wouldn’t make a difference. I think that was the worst part. We spent
at least a day like that, locked in our suits. Couldn’t move our arms and legs. No sound
but the thing’s gurgling and your own breathing and the sound of your rebreather. The puke
on the kid’s faceplate started to dry up and flake off about an hour or so in so I could
see his face. He looked tired and scared. I think… check the logs, Sarge, I think
it was about thirteen hours in when the kid started talking again. Kid started babbling.
Apologized for [DATA EXPUNGED]. Anyway, after that, he calmed down a lot, even managed to
crack a couple of jokes, then I told him to take a nap. He slept a bit, thank god. About twenty four hours in, we reached…
I guess they’re calling it the stomach now. First warning sign was a gurgling kind of
noise, louder, with a crunching noise over it. I told the kid to bring his suit up to
full power and get ready. A little while after, we fell out into this big chamber… big as
in, big enough for the two of us to fit in it comfortably, which was huge compared to
the tight squeeze of the tube. Kid’s suit started hissing and the outer shell started
to turn all pitted and stuff, and I noticed my gloves were starting to degrade to, so
I yelled at him to move, and we started heading towards this… sphincter, I guess. I remember…
god, why can I remember this, the insides of the stomach were lined with [DATA EXPUNGED]. I almost lost it there, [DATA EXPUNGED] I’d
stayed, my suit would have melted and I’d be dead, but the kid grabbed me and shoved
me headfirst through the sphincter and we fell into… the other place. It was even worse than the stomach. [DATA
EXPUNGED], this place was… well, you know what it was full of. I’m not squeamish, Bill,
you can’t be if you’re a Mole Rat, but this place squicked me out so bad I almost passed
out. The kid helped me back up to my feet, though, told me we were almost out. “Come
on, Lieutenant, we’re almost out of here, let’s go,” he said. We moved over to the other
sphincter, but the thing was… well, it was puckered up tighter than my Drill Sergeant’s
asshole back in basic. So no way we were getting out of there. We decided to wait for a bit until the thing
shot its load, so to speak: if it made shit and cum, it would have to spit it out eventually,
right? Anyway, that’s when things started to go bad. [DATA EXPUNGED] I managed to wrestle the thing ████ ███ ████ ████ ███ ███ through
the sphincter into the stomach. Its tentacles writhed at me as it started to melt. [DATA
EXPUNGED] Then 835 blew its load and I flew out its
ass into the ocean. You know the rest of the story, Bill. Except
one thing. [DATA EXPUNGED] As for the rest, Fill it in from the reports
and the logs for me, will ya? Oh, and be sure to edit it so the motherfuckers in command
don’t yell at me for being unprofessional in me AARs again. I’m gonna finish off my
drink and take a couple Valium and go to bed. [DATA EXPUNGED] Thanks. WARNING: This SCP reading contains descriptions
of sexual content and other “Not Safe for Work” material. Viewer discretion is advised NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION
SECURITY ADMINISTRATION This document requires Level 4 Clearance and
authorization for Need-to-Know under CODE TRITON VICTOR BLUE. If you do not possess
the necessary security clearances, please close this document immediately and report
the security breach to the Records and Information Security Administration. Thank you. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA SCP–835 Object Class: Keter Special Containment Procedures: SCP-835 is
to be monitored and checked daily for new growth. In the event SCP-835 becomes hostile,
Suppression Tactic A-A6 is to be immediately implemented until aggressive action ceases.
Containment area must be maintained in open ocean, due to the highly aggressive response
of SCP-835 to confinement for any length of time. Waste issued by SCP-835 must be immediately
collected and contained. Feeding of SCP-835 is to take place twice daily, to consist of
any form of local aquatic species. Feedings should be supervised at all times, and no
unscheduled feedings of SCP-835 are to take place for any reason. Should SCP-835 enter
a “rage” state, higher level mammals may be issued as a food supply, up to and including
Homo sapiens. SCP-835 has shown high levels of docility when digesting higher level mammalian
life, and recommendation for the issuing of this form of food has been approved for use
during testing phases . SCP-835 may be moved to a new location twice yearly, provided that
the current location is no longer capable of supporting SCP-835, and the move has been
approved by Site Command. Staff are to remain at least five yards away
from SCP-835. Anyone working near SCP-835 must have safety lines attached to recall
winches. Contact with SCP-835 will result in the immediate recall of all staff, and
implementation of Suppression Tactic A-A6. Should contact result in full capture of a
staff member, SCP-835 is to be monitored constantly until the release of the subject. Description: SCP-835 appears to be a large
mass of coral-like polyps weighing eight tons. The individual polyps are larger then any
known coral species, growing to more than one meter in diameter in some cases. The central
mass is roughly oval shaped, with a very large (3 meter diameter) polyp at each “end”.
SCP-835 is incapable of locomotion, and appears to anchor itself with the large tentacles
projected from the SCP-835 polyps. These are also used in feeding, and are coated with
a sticky adhesive substance. The tentacles are also quite strong, and have been shown
to be capable of damaging plate steel. The “coral” of SCP-835 is extremely hard,
requiring high-powered diamond drills to collect even small samples. SCP-835 also grows at
a very accelerated rate, capable of adding 50lbs of mass every day. SCP-835 is susceptible
to many chemicals, which cause SCP-835 to “seal up” and halt all growth for 24 hours,
prompting the development and use of Suppression Tactic A-A6. Testing has shown that SCP-835
appears to be made from basic human biological components, with the shell being formed from
super-dense calcium, the “caps” that cover the polyps coated with tooth enamel, and the
tentacles appearing to be formed from mutated tongue cells. Most human biological systems
are present, however many (neurological, lymphatic, circulatory, etc.) show extreme mutation and
atrophy. The digestive and reproductive systems appear both highly developed and linked, with
both feces and semen being collected and ejected from the same “chamber”. SCP-835 emits a large mass of semi-liquid
material several times a day from the large polyps on each “end”. This appears to
be made of semi-digested solids, fecal material, and semen. This mass also has several forms
of virus, bacteria, and parasites, many of which have been found only within SCP-835.
The bacterium 835-I5 forms the major concern for containment, due to 835-I5 and its role
in the reproductive cycle of SCP-835. Vertebrate animals infected with SCP-835 will undergo
the following symptoms: Increased weight gain (10-20lbs a day on average)
Constant hunger Urge to consume normally unpleasant/unpalatable
items (Raw meat, organs, grass, wood) Hardening/calcification of
the skin
Formation of polyps on the skin Rapid reduction in intelligence and mobility
Increased aggression Urge to enter sea water
Atrophy of many major biological systems End stage infection appears to convert the
subject into an additional instance of SCP-835. Attempts to determine what, if any, intelligence
remains have been inconclusive; however SCP-835 appears to have a limited amount of awareness.
835-I5 has shown a very high infectivity rate, with 68% of all infected subjects progressing
to end stage. There is no form of treatment or antibiotic that has been shown to halt
or reverse the effects of 835-I5 . This, coupled with the extremely hard “shell” of SCP-835,
form a major obstacle to neutralization. Any force capable of “cracking open” SCP-835
would also cause the “slurry” inside to spread, and cause additional infection from
835-I5. 835 After Action Report, Uncensored NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION
SECURITY ADMINISTRATION This document requires Level 4 Clearance and
authorization for Need-to-Know under CODE TRITON VICTOR BLUE. If you do not possess
the necessary security clearances, please close this document immediately and report
the security breach to the Records and Information Security Administration. Thank you. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Addendum 835-01: First Draft of After Action
Report by Mobile Task Force Zeta-Niner: Circumstances of Retrieval On ██-██-████ at ████:██:██ hours,
Mobile Task Force Zeta-Niner (Mole Rats) conducted an investigation of SCP-835 At this time,
SCP-835 had a mass of only four tons, and only one large polyp at the north end of the
structure (designated Polyp Alpha), Polyp Bravo not yet being in existence. As per standard procedure, four team members
were chosen for the initial investigation. Standard isolation suits (underwater variant)
were worn by all four team members: Lieutenant C█████████ took point as
team leader, while Sergeants L██████ and M█████ served as support. Corporal
H████, a rookie team member, accompanied the team as an observer. A standard Underwater
Remote Vehicle, or URV, was used for initial investigation. SCP-835 did not, at first, act in a hostile
manner towards the team, allowing team members to approach and make contact without incident.
URV-01 was sent to investigate the exterior of the object while team members C, L, and
M proceeded towards what they believed to be the entrance of the site. Corporal H was
ordered to remain outside and to monitor URV-1 in order to ensure that the device’s tether
did not become tangled on the exterior protrusions. The first sign of trouble occured when Corporal
H, while attempting to clear a jam in URV-1’s sampling claw, reported in with the words,
“Oh god, help me, help me.” He then reported that “some horrible tentacle thing” had wrapped
around his arm and was dragging him in towards a “fucking mouth,” and vocalized several distress
calls… Jesus Christ. I can’t do this. Fucking… goddamn it, he was just a kid! It was his
first fucking mission, I should have kept my eye on him! Footnote 1: At this point, Lieutenant C█████████
logged off their personal computer for ten minutes. Internal sensors indicate that the
mini-fridge in the quarters was opened, and a fifth of Jameson Whiskey removed. Christ… all right, here goes, guess I’ll
just let Sarge edit this for me. Again. So the thing grabbed the kid. It had me fooled
to rights. The entrance wasn’t an entrance, it was just… some cave. The real entrance
was the big polyp thing on the north end. It grabbed the kid and started dragging him
towards the mouth. Topside started to drag him up, but all they got was a snapped cable.
And the kid? He got pulled inside and eaten. God, I still remember him screaming. He was
screaming at us, he was crying. “Oh God, Lieutenant, it’s eating me, oh god, I don’t wanna die!”
I’m shouting at him to calm down, we’re gonna get him out of there, and then topside tells
us to abort, and they start the winches. I’m screaming at them to wait, I had his hand!
I HAD him! I got the carabiner on, we’re hooked together, and topside starts winching us up…
and we’re not getting anywhere. I’m grabbing on, I’m telling him I’m not gonna let go,
and then the winch starts to seize up, and I feel this jerk on the tether and it goes
slack, and then we’re both sliding into that damn thing. Foot note 2: Post-Incident Analysis indicates
that this was the point where the support vehicle’s crane suffered a critical structural
failure. It was like… Jesus, I need another drink…
fuck. It was like… the only way I can think of it was like you know that thing that doctors
do when they stick a tube up someone’s ass and look at the inside of their intestines?
I saw that on TV once, it was like that, except I was going down the throat of some horrible
underwater hell-monster, not up some poor bastard’s rear. There were these… muscular
contractions, I guess, and they were slowly sliding us down the length of the tube. If
we weren’t wearing the hard suits, we’d have been crushed, but as it was, we were held
so tight we could barely move, even with power-assist. I managed to get my head up enough to see
the kid’s face. His faceplate was covered in vomit, poor bastard had puked in his suit. foot note 3: In early missions, 25% of all
Zeta Niner casualties were caused by aspiration of vomit caused by backflow against the suit
faceplate. Second-generation isolation suits were redesigned with catchpockets, piezo-electric
faceshield wipers, and self-clearing air intakes to prevent further incidents. I started yelling for him, trying to get him
to say something. He managed to tell me he was all right. He was sobbing like a baby. I started doing some calculations. Based on
my dead reckoning tracker and initial sonar scans, we were moving about a meter every
minute. That meant seventy two hours until we came out the other side, assuming we did.
We had the air, our rebreathers could keep going for days. What we didn’t have was the
power to keep the suits warm for that long. If the heat went out, hypothermia would kill
us… I dunno, look it up, in any case we’d be dead. We needed to conserve power. I told the kid to turn off his helmet lights,
lock his joints, and turn down his heater to minimal. He started crying. He didn’t wanna
do it. I didn’t blame him, but I told him we had no choice. We finally agreed to shut
down everything but our internal helmet lights, at least. It seemed to calm him down, and
honestly, that extra 0.1 percent power wouldn’t make a difference. I think that was the worst part. We spent
at least a day like that, locked in our suits. Couldn’t move our arms and legs. No sound
but the thing’s gurgling and your own breathing and the sound of your rebreather. The puke
on the kid’s faceplate started to dry up and flake off about an hour or so in so I could
see his face. He looked tired and scared. I think… check the logs, Sarge, I think
it was about thirteen hours in when the kid started talking again Foot note 4: Mission Time: 16:13 from start,
12:17 since capture. Kid started babbling. Apologized for stealing
my shorts. Said you guys made him sneak into my quarters and take it from me as a dare.
Why the hell did you guys make him do that? I mean, I don’t mind if you haze the new guys,
Bill, but did you always have to do it in a way that reminded them I’m a chick? It was
hard enough trying to get them to listen to me as it was. Anyway, Bill, it’s all there
in the log. You know what I told him. They were lies, of course. Jokes. He laughed too.
Joked back. I hope he was joking. I don’t know what I would have done if we’d survived.
Maybe I would have gone ahead and did it. I don’t know. It’s all fucked up. Anyway,
after that, he calmed down a lot, even managed to crack a couple of jokes, then I told him
to take a nap. He slept a bit, thank god. About twenty four hours in, we reached…
I guess they’re calling it the stomach now. First warning sign was a gurgling kind of
noise, louder, with a crunching noise over it. I told the kid to bring his suit up to
full power and get ready. A little while after, we fell out into this big chamber… big as
in, big enough for the two of us to fit in it comfortably, which was huge compared to
the tight squeeze of the tube. Kid’s suit started hissing and the outer shell started
to turn all pitted and stuff, and I noticed my gloves were starting to degrade too, so
I yelled at him to move, and we started heading towards this… sphincter, I guess. I remember…
god, why can I remember this, the insides of the stomach were lined with teeth and faces.
Human faces, and they were all wailing at us and screaming, they were begging us to
kill them. I almost lost it there, I started opening
up with my gun, started shooting them in the heads, and if I’d stayed, my suit would have
melted and I’d be dead, but the kid grabbed me and shoved me headfirst through the sphincter
and we fell into… the other place. It was even worse than the stomach. That one
was lined with faces and filled with acid, this place was… well, you know what it was
full of. I’m not squeamish, Bill, you can’t be if you’re a Mole Rat, but this place squicked
me out so bad I almost passed out. The kid helped me back up to my feet, though, told
me we were almost out. “Come on, Lieutenant, we’re almost out of here, let’s go,” he said.
We moved over to the other sphincter, but the thing was… well, it was puckered up
tighter than my Drill Sergeant’s asshole back in basic. So no way we were getting out of
there. We decided to wait for a bit until the thing
shot its load, so to speak: if it made shit and cum, it would have to spit it out eventually,
right? Anyway, that’s when things started to go bad. The kid started complaining about
this awful smell. I tried to stay calm. Told him it was probably his suit’s waste recyclers,
told him to let me take a look at it. Yeah. There was a hole in the back of his leg, probably
from the acid. I put a patch on it, and told him not to worry about it. And that’s when
I noticed that there were these red things growing all over his face. He started screaming
when the first of them burst and splattered blood all over the inside of his face plate.
He begged me to die. I put my gun up to his face plate and pulled the trigger, click.
I’d burned all my ammo trying to shoot those damn faces. The tentacles burst out of its face a moment
after. It grabbed me… and it started licking me, Bill. The thing was running its tongues
all over my face and body, over the suit. It grabbed me and pushed me down and tried
to hump my suit like a dog, but it couldn’t get through. I managed to wrestle the thing
that had once been the kid back through the sphincter into the stomach. Its tentacles
writhed at me as it started to melt. He smiled – told me he loved me before he
died. I screamed. Then 835 blew its load and I flew out its
ass into the ocean. You know the rest of the story, Bill. Except
one thing. When I got back to the ship, there was a breach in my suit. I haven’t told anyone
yet, Bill. No one noticed, not even me: a little crack on the wrist of my left glove,
and I guess someone missed a spot on decontamination, and, well, I figured I was okay, right? It
just hit the skin… nothing internal. And I didn’t start getting symptoms right away,
but I’ve read the reports about the latency times, and if I’m gonna start coming down,
now is about the tail end of the incubation period. So I locked myself in and waited. I just looked in the mirror and noticed that
my face is starting to grow some red blotches. So… yeah. I guess I’m fucked. As for the rest, Fill it in from the reports
and the logs for me, will ya? Oh, and be sure to edit it so the motherfuckers in command
don’t yell at me for being unprofessional in me AARs again. I’m gonna finish off my
drink and take a couple valium and go to bed. Tell the Cleaner teams not to enter my quarters:
abandon the entire ship and scuttle it on top of the original site. It should be easier
to contain two of us than just one. Besides, I think the kid would like it that way. Now
we can be together, just like he wants. Thanks.

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