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SCP-XXXX: The Mourning Anchor
Object Class: Euclid
Special Procedures for Containment:
SCP-XXXX is located at 41°[REDACTED]. A permanent 80-nautical-mile Maritime Exclusion Zone (Grid 44-Bravo) is maintained by the Foundation through front organization within the International Maritime Organization. Access is restricted due to active subsurface methane instability and unmapped UXO hazards under the "Vesper-2-12" cover story. Containment uses a perimeter created by SIREN-NULL autonomous relay buoys. These units detect all UHF and VHF transmissions from the rig, intercept them, invert the waveform, and rebroadcast those frequencies to create localized destructive interference. Naval and Air Radar Spoofing will project a shifting US Navy carrier strike group signature across the grid to deter civilian activity. The SCPS Acheron will operate a standby station at the 82-nautical-mile threshold. Acheron personnel must meet Tier-1 Psychological Stability, defined as a "Low Psychological Mass" score, a record of no traumatic loss, no dependents, and a Vett-Richards score of less than 5. Rotations are capped at 14 days. Any personnel showing signs of “ontological drift” or persistent auditory hallucinations must be moved immediately, given Class-B amnestics, and sent back to land-based sites. Directive 05-X prohibits any proposals for kinetic destruction of SCP-XXXX. The rig’s structural pilings are said to be “anchored” into a sub-spatial Scranton boundary. Destroying the physical rig would likely create a Class-V Migratory Reality Breach.
Description:
SCP-XXXX is an unnamed and abandoned semi-submersible oil platform of unknown origin. Its design suggests 1970s engineering, but it is missing from any maritime registry. The structure is covered in a biologically unusual form of Cirripedia (barnacles) that contain high levels of oxidized iron in their shells. The anomaly acts as an Ontological Parasite, feeding on human suffering and severe psychological trauma. It uses the Spatial Collapse mode of sustenance:
The Anchor: A human subject (classified as SCP-XXXX-1) is embedded in the rig's communications array. SCP-XXXX-1 sends out constant distress signals on standard maritime frequencies. These signals carry a Class 1 cognitohazardous "hook" that creates a moral obligation in listeners to assist.
The Snare: Any vessel entering SCP-XXXX within 15 nautical miles will experience exponential topological compression. Outward paths become geometrically impossible. The ocean's surface effectively "folds," causing all routes to go directly to the lower deck.
The Feed: Once subjects land on the rig, it locates their subconscious and manifests Haptic Hallucinations—physical representations of their deepest traumas. This takes the form of a black, rheopectic fluid (SCP-XXXX-A) that hardens under kinetic stress. After a victim is fully absorbed by the "trauma-construct," the matrix sublimates to Akiva radiation.
The Succession Event:
SCP-XXXX-1 has a lifespan of 6 to 12 days. The rig initiates a Succession Event when the subject dies. The survivor with the highest "Grief Index" is forcibly drawn into the central control room. They undergo immediate mechanical integration (through pneumatic tubing and copper wiring in the peripheral nervous system). Remaining survivors are treated as biological materials to keep the new anchor sustained.
Addendum XXXX.1: Recovery Log (MTF Gamma-6)
Context: Recovery of civilian crew (MV Daphne). RHIB-powered Task Force Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders").
[BEGIN LOG]
G6-Alpha: Command, we are on the lower scaffolding. Corrosion is severe. My boot went through the grating on the last step. Hume level is at 14. The air is heavy.
G6-Charlie: It smells like a hospital in here. Bleach and old pennies.
G6-Bravo: Alpha, look at the deck. This isn't oil.
G6-Alpha: Command, there is a black, thick residue covering the deck. It seems non-reactive for now. Heading to the control deck.
(Acoustic profile shifts from open-air metallic echoes to muffled indoor sounds.)
G6-Bravo: Whoa. Alpha, the floor. I’m standing on carpet. This is Berber carpet.
G6-Alpha: Focus, Bravo. It’s an extrusion. Keep your filters on.
G6-Charlie: The bulkhead behind us is gone. It’s a hallway now. It looks like a residential apartment. The walls are white.
G6-Bravo: (Breathing heavily) No. No, this is… this is 4B — the wallpaper with the sailboats. I remember the scratch on the baseboard from when the dog…
G6-Alpha: Bravo, Look at me!
G6-Charlie: Something’s coming out of the vents. It’s the fluid. It’s taking some sort of shape.
G6-Bravo: (Stuttering) Katie? Why are you wearing that coat? It’s July. Why the red coat?
G6-Alpha: Charlie, get a sample. Bravo, step back from the construct.
G6-Bravo: I didn't see the truck, Katie. I swear. I didn't see it. She's grabbing my vest, Alpha! It’s cold—god, it’s so cold!
G6-Alpha: Charlie, pull him back!
G6-Charlie: I’ve got him! But the floor—the fluid is hardening, it's getting hard to move!
G6-Bravo: (Screaming) She is dragging me under the carpet! It’s opening up! Alpha, help me!
(Bravo’s signal is replaced by a burst of static. Telemetry shows an 80 centi-Akiva spike.)
G6-Alpha: Command, Bravo is down. The floor… it just consumed him. He’s in the structure. I can hear him screaming from behind the wall.
Command: Alpha, get to the command deck. Without the anchor, you will have less than two minutes before Succession.
G6-Alpha: (Running) We're in the control room. The civilian captain is here. He’s… god. He’s been hollowed out. Cables are threaded through his eye sockets and out of his mouth. He’s cold.
G6-Charlie: (Static) I left him.
G6-Alpha: Charlie, move!
G6-Charlie: The Humvee was burning. I couldn't reach the door. I just sat in the dirt and watched. I'm so tired of carrying it, Alpha.
G6-Alpha: Charlie, get your hand off that console!
(A loud metallic snap. Charlie is pulled toward the relay. Sounds of pneumatic drills starting up.)
G6-Charlie: (Charlie's voice through the PA with gurgle sounds) Alpha, it’s fitting… perfectly…
G6-Alpha: Command, I’m breaking contact. I’m the only one left. I’m leaving them.
(A new transmission takes over the channel. The voice is G6-Charlie’s, but distorted by fluid.)
Unidentified Voice (VHF 16): Mayday… Mayday… This is Specialist Elias Thorne… I'm so sorry, Marcus… please, anyone… rescue us…
[END LOG]
Excerpts of note:
SCP-XXXX: The Mourning Anchor
Object Class: Euclid
Special Procedures for Containment:
SCP-XXXX is located at 41°[REDACTED]. A permanent 80-nautical-mile Maritime Exclusion Zone (Grid 44-Bravo) is maintained by the Foundation through front organization within the International Maritime Organization. Access is restricted due to active subsurface methane instability and unmapped UXO hazards under the "Vesper-2-12" cover story. Containment uses a perimeter created by SIREN-NULL autonomous relay buoys.
The anomaly acts as an Ontological Parasite, feeding on human suffering and severe psychological trauma. It uses the Spatial Collapse mode of sustenance:
The Anchor: A human subject (classified as SCP-XXXX-1) is embedded in the rig's communications array. SCP-XXXX-1 sends out constant distress signals on standard maritime frequencies. These signals carry a Class 1 cognitohazardous "hook" that creates a moral obligation in listeners to assist.
The Snare: Any vessel entering SCP-XXXX within 15 nautical miles will experience exponential topological compression. Outward paths become geometrically impossible. The ocean's surface effectively "folds," causing all routes to go directly to the lower deck.
The Feed: Once subjects land on the rig, it locates their subconscious and manifests Haptic Hallucinations—physical representations of their deepest traumas. This takes the form of a black, rheopectic fluid (SCP-XXXX-A) that hardens under kinetic stress. After a victim is fully absorbed by the "trauma-construct," the matrix sublimates to Akiva radiation.
G6-Bravo: I didn't see the truck, Katie. I swear. I didn't see it. She's grabbing my vest, Alpha! It’s cold—god, it’s so cold!
G6-Alpha: Charlie, pull him back!
G6-Charlie: I’ve got him! But the floor—the fluid is hardening, it's getting hard to move!
G6-Bravo: (Screaming) She is dragging me under the carpet! It’s opening up! Alpha, help me!
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