SCP-6907

 

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3/6907 LEVEL 3/6907

CLASSIFIED

Item #: SCP-6907

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SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: All known SCP-6907 instances are currently contained within a secure locker in Site-94's laboratory. Testing of SCP-6907 is forbidden.

DESCRIPTION: SCP-6907 is the collective designation given to a set of 18 blue pills of unknown origin and composition.

SCP-6907's anomalous properties are triggered whenever an individual consumes it. Should an individual consume at least 2mg of SCP-6907, any wording recepted by the subject will result in a series of anomalous phenomena associated to the its semantic.

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Addendum 6907.1: Camera Logs

+ Open Camera Logs?

SCP-6907 was discovered in a drugstore in Juneau while Foundation Researcher Albert Langley was purchasing painkillers for one of his colleagues. During this period, Dr. Langley was asked to buy several boxes of ibuprofen. The following is a recording of the event, as recorded from the drugstore's surveillance system.

«BEGIN LOG»

(Dr. Langley is seen entering through the building's door with haste. He begins looking through the store's hallways for painkillers; however, he doesn't find anything.)

LANGLEY: Shit.

(He walks towards the cashier, who is loading a topshelf with medication. He taps her on the back twice.)

LANGLEY: Morning, ma'am.

(The cashier turns towards Langley.)

CASHIER: Hm?

LANGLEY: You don't happen to have some kind of painkillers, do you?

(The cashier turns to look at another aisle, prior to pointing at it.)

CASHIER: At the end of the hallway, sir.

LANGLEY: Alright, thanks.

(Langley rushes to the end of the hallway, although all racks seem to be empty. The only products he seems to locate are a white box with the words "fine painkillers by fae ltd" written crudely with black marker, and vitamin boxes.)

LANGLEY: Excuse me, are these the-

(Langley immediately stops talking, as the cashier doesn't seem to notice him. He takes the white box and instead of going towards the cash register, he walks out of the store.)

«END LOG»

Once Dr. Langley arrived at Site-94, he delivered the box to his colleague, Dr. Jacob Michaels. The box, which seemed to contain all known instances of SCP-6907, was opened and Dr. Michaels subsequently consumed the substance. The following is a recording of the event, as recorded by Site-94's security cameras:

«BEGIN LOG»

(Langley runs towards Michaels' office, exhausted.)

LANGLEY: (Panting.) Okay, I'm back.

MICHAELS: You got 'em already, Al?

(Langley throws the box to Michaels, who is seen opening a bottle of water.)

MICHAELS: What is this?

LANGLEY: It's the only thing they had.

(Langley sighs.)

LANGLEY: They were out of ibo.

(Michaels looks at the box, raising his eyebrow as he opens the packet.)

MICHAELS: Why is there no information?

LANGLEY: Dunno. Only thing they had.

(Michaels pulls out a set of SCP-6907 instances.))

LANGLEY: I don't know what that is but I swear to god it's the only kind of-

MICHAELS: It's fine. Dun worry.

(Langley picks up the box and looks at it. There are no instructions nor ingredients.)

LANGLEY: Don't you think I should go to another store and see if they have some ibuprofen?

MICHAELS: Nah, you're alright, kid. I don't have much money.

(Dr. Michaels pops a pill and places it on the table. He stares at the pill mindlessly.)

MICHAELS: Also, why is this blue? Is this some kind of antidepressant?

(He wheezes.)

MICHAELS: Whatever.

(Michaels opens the water bottle.)

MICHAELS: Duncha have a sense of humor, kid?

(Michaels swallows the SCP-6907 instance and drinks.)

LANGLEY: Uh… Yeah. Kind of.

MICHAELS: You don't seem like it.

LANGLEY: (Chuckling.) Nah, I… I just came rushing.

MICHAELS: Oh, well.

(Silence.)

MICHAELS: Gotta get back to work. You should go before the guards come and get ya. Thanks for the favor though, kiddo.

(Langley leaves through the door, and Dr. Michaels gets back to work.)

«END LOG»

Dr. Langley was later reprimanded for leaving his workstation and the facility without authorization.

Addendum 6907.2: Incident Log

+ Open Incident Log?

10 minutes after Dr. Michaels consumed the first instance of SCP-6907, an anomalous event occurred within Dr. Albert Langley's office. This event was later determined to be caused by SCP-6907's effects. The following is a recording of the event, taken from the surveillance cameras installed within Dr. Langley's office:

«BEGIN LOG»

(Loud bangs are heard on the office's door.)

MICHAELS: (Screaming.) LANGLEY!

(Langley looks through the door's peephole prior to opening the entrance. Michaels opens it wide, pushing Langley to his chair.)

MICHAELS: You'd better explain what that shit was before I chop off your head.

(Langley's head cuts into pieces. However, he is still capable of vocalization.)

LANGLEY: Do you expect me to know?

MICHAELS: No shit, kiddo.

(Langley rejuvenates 10 years to the point, taking the form of a 12-year old child in a lab coat. His head grows back as well.)

LANGLEY: Look, man. I don't know. I don't g-

(Langley's eyes roll back as he immediately stops talking.)

MICHAELS: You do. Come on, don't be a bitch.

(Langley's eyes roll forwards. However, he becomes a young, female pitbull dog.)

MICHAELS: Look. I just want to know what you've just given me, alright? I told you to give me a box of painkillers, not a box of… This.

(A large, cardboard box including a similar replica of Langley's office pops in front of Michaels. Another large box, including a pair of white humanoids labeled with the words "pain" and "killer", appear as well. One of the humanoids stabs the other with a machete, prior to demanifesting.)

LANGLEY: I asked whether you wanted me to head for the bloody painkillers to another st-

MICHAELS: And I told you why you shouldn't.

LANGLEY: Can you just-

MICHAELS: Come on, my man. Stop messing around with me.

(Langley shapeshifts into his original form, and the office's contents begin flying around.)

LANGLEY: Jeez, dude. For god's sake, I told you that I dunno.

(A giant hand rips the office's ceiling with a pair of fingers and leaves a giant bottle of japanese sake on the floor.)

LANGLEY: Okay, okay. I'll talk with Albany and see what we can do.

MICHAELS: No. You're going to explain me everything you saw on the store. And if I find you to be lying, I'll know what to do next.

(Michaels picks a pen from the table.)

MICHAELS: After all, the pen is mightier than the sword, Langley.

(The pen shapeshifts into a revolver.)

LANGLEY: Wait, WAIT!

MICHAELS: Mhm?

(Silence.)

MICHAELS: Are you going to speak up?

(A loud bang is heard as an MTF enters the "office". Langley stares at them, mindlessly.)

GUARD: MTF EPSILON-11! PUT YOUR GUNS DOWN!

MICHAELS: Oh god.

(As Michael points with his gun to the floor, a large hand falls from the sky and retrieves him, as he disappears. Langley is shot with a tranquilizer dart, and he falls to the floor. The MTF retrieves him, and the feed cuts.)

«END LOG»

All of the remaining SCP-6907 instances were found intact within Dr. Michaels' office. They were subsequently confiscated, and Dr. Langley was temporally discharged for a month. Dr. Michaels was found unconscious in his own office, and much like Langley, he was discharged from his job for a month as well.//)