It was brought to staff attention that aaydenlikesfootball (account age 1 day, site membership 1 day) posted the article: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-8902, which contained multiple indicators of AI-generation.
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In shadows deep where secrets lie,
A whisper floats, a silent sigh.
To breach the vault of tales untold,
You’ll need the key, both brave and bold.
Pass: TruthsInCode
With every letter, hold it tight,
Unlock the dark, reveal the light.
In cryptic words, the stories flow,
Access granted, now you know.
[[include :scp-wiki:component:passcode
|passcode=TruthsInCode
]]
SCP-8902
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Welcome, User
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WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 4/8902 CLASSIFIED
ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 4/8902 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION.
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|clearance= 4
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|secondary-class= class_here
|secondary-icon= http://urlhere.com
|disruption-class= keneq
|risk-class= danger
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-8902 is to be contained within a specialized high-security chamber at Site-██, constructed to prevent both physical and digital communication from external sources. Access is limited to Level 4 personnel with prior written approval from the Site Director. Testing with SCP-8092 must occur in isolated environments, with all personnel equipped with noise-canceling headphones to mitigate exposure to its anomalous effects.
All personnel interacting with SCP-8902 must undergo routine psychological evaluations. In the event of a containment breach, Mobile Task Force Delta-5 (“Silent Watchers”) is to be deployed to reestablish control and administer amnestic agents as necessary. Vigilance is required for any signs of SCP-8902 ’s influence in the vicinity.
Description: SCP-8902 is an anomalous object resembling a vintage 1980s VHS tape. The label reads "What’s a Guy Gotta Do?" in faded lettering. SCP-8902 was recovered from a now-defunct video rental store in ███████, where it was linked to several incidents involving individuals engaging in increasingly reckless and dangerous behaviors after viewing the tape.
Individuals who watch SCP-8902 experience an overwhelming compulsion to perform tasks dictated by a disembodied voice present in the playback. Initial tasks are trivial and benign but quickly escalate in absurdity and danger. The first subject, a local resident, followed instructions to perform mundane household chores, but subsequent viewers reported commands that led to self-destructive actions.
The final incident before containment involved a group of five friends who attempted to climb the ██████ Tower in downtown ██████, resulting in two fatalities. Survivors described hearing the voice insisting, "What’s a guy gotta do?" and reported a loss of personal agency during their actions.
Addendum 8092-A: Initial Testing Incident A1
For clarity, researcher journals have been used, with story narrative like writing, to prevent clogging.
Please read parts 1 - 5.
[[collapsible hideLocation="both" show="+ Part 1: The Initiator" hide="- Close"]]
Date: ██/██/2023
Dr. ██████ sat in his cramped office at Site-██, the glow of his computer screen illuminating a mess of papers and empty coffee cups. He had just completed a report on SCP-███ when a new file pinged into his inbox. The subject line read, "SCP-8902 - Immediate Review Required."
Curiosity piqued, he opened the document. SCP-8902 was an anomalous object resembling a vintage 1980s VHS tape, with the label "What’s a Guy Gotta Do?" in faded lettering. The accompanying incident report detailed how the tape had been recovered from a now-defunct video rental store in ███████, where a series of bizarre occurrences had been reported.
According to the report, individuals who watched the tape experienced an overwhelming compulsion to fulfill increasingly absurd and dangerous requests. Initial tests indicated that the first viewer, a local resident, was compelled to perform trivial tasks—cleaning the house, washing the car. However, as more individuals watched, the tasks escalated in complexity and danger, culminating in self-destructive behaviors.
Dr. ██████ felt a chill run down his spine as he read about the last known incident: the tape had driven a group of five friends to attempt to climb the ██████ Tower in downtown ██████, resulting in two fatalities. The surviving members reported hearing an insistent voice urging them, "What’s a guy gotta do?" Dr. ██████ shook his head, feeling the weight of the moral implications of studying SCP-8902.
His phone buzzed, snapping him back to reality. A message from Dr. ████ flashed on the screen: "You in for the initial test? I think we need to see this thing in action." He hesitated, the implications of such a test racing through his mind. But the allure of understanding SCP-8902 was too compelling. He replied, “I’m in.”
Date: ██/██/2023
The testing chamber buzzed with a mix of anxiety and excitement. Dr. ██████ stood in front of a glass partition, observing as Researcher ████ prepared the tape for viewing. Five volunteers, all personnel from the site, were seated in a semicircle, each equipped with headphones to block out ambient sound. The tension in the air was palpable.
“Are you all ready?” Dr. ██████ asked, his voice steady despite the fluttering in his stomach.
The volunteers nodded, their expressions a mix of determination and trepidation. Dr. ████ inserted the tape into an old VCR, the whirring of the machine echoing in the chamber. The screen flickered to life, and a low static filled the room. It began with a familiar jingle, almost nostalgic, and the voice emerged—warm, inviting, yet strangely unsettling.
“Hey there! What’s a guy gotta do to have some fun?” The words dripped with enthusiasm, and the volunteers seemed to relax, smiles creeping onto their faces.
As the tape progressed, the voice began to issue simple commands: “Jump up and down! Sing your favorite song! Do ten push-ups!” The volunteers complied eagerly, laughter filling the room. Dr. ██████ watched, his heart rate steadying. Perhaps this would turn out to be harmless after all.
But then the commands escalated. “Now, go grab a kitchen knife and cut a piece of fruit!” The volunteers looked at each other, confusion and excitement flashing across their faces. They obeyed, but as they sliced into the fruit, the atmosphere shifted.
“Jump off something high! Do it for fun!” The voice echoed with an insistent rhythm, and panic surged through Dr. ██████. “Stop!” he shouted, but the command had already taken hold.
One volunteer, driven by an uncontrollable urge, rushed toward the nearby emergency exit. Alarms blared as the others shouted in horror, but he was already out the door, racing up the stairs. The last image Dr. ██████ saw before losing sight of him was a wild grin plastered on his face, propelled by SCP-8092’s compulsion.
The aftermath was catastrophic. The volunteer fell from the roof of the building, and despite immediate medical attention, he succumbed to his injuries. The other volunteers reported hearing SCP-8092's voice even in their minds, insisting, "What’s a guy gotta do?"
Following the disastrous test, the atmosphere at Site-██ shifted. Dr. ██████ was called into an emergency meeting with high-ranking officials. The tension was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. Dr. ████ was visibly shaken, rubbing his temples as he recounted the events.
“It’s worse than we thought,” he said, his voice trembling. “The tape isn’t just compelling; it’s infecting their thoughts. We need to find a way to neutralize its influence.”
Researcher ████ had been digging into the origin of SCP-8902, sifting through records from the video rental store. “It seems the tape has been circulating in the local community for years, long before we recovered it. It’s been responsible for several incidents, all documented in a small, independent newspaper. The first few cases were brushed off as pranks or isolated incidents, but now it’s clear this is an ongoing threat.”
The team began to piece together a timeline, tracing the tape's history. It appeared to have a strange connection to a local urban legend about a man who would do anything for a good time—a motif that echoed in the voice on the tape. The connection was eerie, as if the tape itself fed off the reckless spirit of the community.
Days turned into weeks as the investigation continued. Personnel began reporting unusual behavior—elevated levels of impulsiveness, erratic decision-making, and an insatiable desire to pursue thrill-seeking activities. Dr. ██████ felt a gnawing dread as he realized SCP-8902 wasn’t just a simple tape; it was a virus, spreading through the minds of those who came into contact with it.
In the weeks that followed, several personnel succumbed to the tape's influence, leading to a string of reckless behaviors across the site. By the time the Director ordered a full lockdown of Site-██, the effects were too widespread. Dr. ██████ found himself haunted by the tape's voice, echoing in his thoughts: “What’s a guy gotta do?”
Date: ██/██/2023
The lockdown had only exacerbated the situation. As SCP-8902's influence continued to permeate the facility, personnel were growing restless, some even advocating for “freedom” to watch the tape as a form of entertainment. Dr. ██████ and Dr. ████ worked tirelessly to implement countermeasures, but SCP-8902 was unlike anything they had encountered.
“Look,” Dr. ████ said, slamming a folder onto the table, “we need to destroy the tape. It’s the only way to contain this madness. We can’t keep trying to contain its influence without neutralizing it first.”
Dr. ██████ hesitated, staring at the folder filled with incident reports. “What if there’s a way to reverse its effects? We might find a method to cleanse the tape of its anomalies.”
Just then, an emergency alarm rang out. A group of personnel had gathered in the recreation area, drawn by the tape's allure. They were chanting the phrase, “What’s a guy gotta do?” in unison, the sound rising like a sinister anthem. As Dr. ██████ and Dr. ████ raced to the scene, they could see a crowd forming, a mix of fascination and hysteria painting their faces.
Once inside, the sight was surreal. Personnel were jumping and dancing, compelled to perform the most ridiculous tasks. The atmosphere was electric, but it was clear that they were no longer in control. Dr. ██████’s heart raced. They had to act quickly before the situation escalated beyond control.
“Everyone, listen!” Dr. ██████ shouted, trying to drown out the noise. “You must stop! The tape is dangerous!”
But his words fell on deaf ears. The crowd continued to chant, the words echoing in a deafening crescendo. Suddenly, one individual leaped from a nearby table, launching himself toward the ceiling. In a moment of pure chaos, SCP-8902's hold intensified, culminating in a mass frenzy as the personnel began to mimic increasingly dangerous stunts.
Desperate, Dr. ██████ turned to Dr. ████, “We need to cut the power to the VCR!”
With a nod, they rushed to the control panel. As they worked frantically to shut it down, the atmosphere in the room shifted. The voice from the tape twisted into something sinister, mocking their attempts. “What’s a guy gotta do? Just have fun!”
They hit the power switch, and the lights flickered. The room plunged into darkness, followed by an eerie silence. Moments later, the backup generators kicked in, illuminating the faces of the personnel, frozen mid-action, the tape’s influence fading like a bad dream.
Date: ██/██/2023
With SCP-8902’s influence diminished, Dr. ██████ and Dr. ████ finally had a moment to breathe. The immediate chaos had been quelled, but the psychological scars lingered. They gathered their notes and reports, preparing to compile a comprehensive analysis of the incident.
The aftermath of the chaos was still palpable; the laughter and thrill had turned to an uneasy silence. Some personnel were being evaluated for amnestic treatment, while others struggled to articulate their experiences. The remnants of SCP-8902’s influence loomed over the facility like a specter.
As they reviewed the incident reports, Dr. ██████’s eyes were drawn to a pattern. “It’s not just the tape that’s the problem,” he said, his voice steadying. “It’s what it represents—the human desire for thrill and escapism. This tape tapped into something deep within us.”
Dr. ████ nodded, adding, “It’s like a mirror reflecting our own recklessness back at us. We need to address not just the tape, but the underlying impulses it exploits.”
Together, they drafted a proposal for a new project: a psychological study to explore the boundaries of human desire and impulse control. They aimed to understand why SCP-8902 had taken such a strong hold over their personnel and the broader implications of such an entity on human behavior.
Weeks later, the proposal was approved, and the research began in earnest. Dr. ██████ and Dr. ████ were determined to explore the complexities of human desire, hoping to create a framework that would protect against future anomalies like SCP-8902.
As they wrapped up their meeting, the haunting echo of SCP-8902 lingered in their minds. “What’s a guy gotta do?” They exchanged a knowing glance, recognizing the fine line between pursuit and peril. They would continue their work, ever aware of the seductive call of impulsivity and the weight of responsibility that came with understanding the anomalies that lay hidden in the human psyche.
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