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Special Containment Procedures: Knowledge of SCP-5404 will be limited exclusively to the O5 Council. All personnel that witnessed SCP-5404 during it's initial encounter have been fully amnestisized. Compliance with SCP-5404 is the only known method of containment, and potential aversion of an XK-Class "End of Humanity" scenario.
Description: SCP-5404 is an incorporeal entity self-identifying as Death.
On May 28th, 2020, SCP-5404 appeared within Site-01 and made contact with the Overseer Council.
28/05/2020 - 13:23
Video Feed: Site 19, Corridor 001, Camera 02.
A dark humanoid figure appears on the gangway outside of Council Chamber 001. They begin walking forward. Defensive protocols engage.
28/05/2020 - 13:25
Video Feed: Site 01, Corridor 001, Camera 07.
No effect. Target continues walking forward through open air.
- 4 Scranton Reality Anchors activate in a closed field around the target. No effect.
- 4 Zuykov Reality Inhibitors activate in a closed field around the target. No effect.
- Thaum-Tapestry is automatically uncovered. No effect.
- Enhon Wards automatically fed direct sunlight. No effect.
- "Whiteout" protocol is engaged. No effect.
All defensive measures declared ineffective. Emergency evacuation orders are declared for Site-01.
The figure approaches the Council Chamber door. Camera feed shows an animate human skeleton dressed in a robe that rejects all light, appearing as a two-dimensional shroud of black pigment. The figure knocks their fleshless hand against the door three times, and speaks.
SCP-5404: Hello. Sorry to interrupt. I believe we need to talk.
28/05/2020 - 13:42 - Audio Recording - Council Chamber
O5-1: So, you’re Death.
SCP-5404: Essentially.
O5-1: You must realize how ridiculous that sounds.
SCP-5404: Twenty-three years, nine months, twelve days, four hours, forty-eight minutes and six seconds.
O5-1: (…) What is that supposed to mean?
SCP-5404: I think you know. Regardless, I am not here today to collect. I am here for your help.
O5-5: What could Death itself need from us?
SCP-5404: Killings, of course.
O5-5: I… should think we’ve given you plenty.
SCP-5404: Oh yes, and with astonishing creativity too. However, I need you for some very important, very specific killings.
O5-1: That doesn’t answer the question.
O5-4: I agree. If you're actually "Death", why would you need us or anyone for "killings"?
SCP-5404: You misunderstand my title. If strength is measured in the ability to end life, then I am the weakest thing in existence. A dust mote has more potential to kill than I do. I merely stand at the threshold, and guide you through the gates.
05-6: Most of us.
SCP-5404: Oh, yes, of course. Look who I'm talking to! Apologies for all the specters and shamblers you’ve had to mop up over the years. Dearly appreciated. But that’s exactly why I’ve come to you. You're best equipped to handle this task, given how you and your Foundation choose to "protect" humanity.
O5-11: Can you prove it?
SCP-5404: Prove what?
O5-11: That you are Death.
SCP-5404: No.
O5-11: Then why sh-
SCP-5404: Thankfully, I have never required proof to do my job, and I do not require it now.
SCP-5404 vanishes. Video footage and live witnesses confirm SCP-5404 appearing for a split-second at all research sites and outposts owned by the Foundation. Countless security breach alarms trigger across the world. SCP-5404 then re-appears in the Council Chamber.
SCP-5404: All thirteen bodies are buried beneath the Pyramid. They will not save you. She will be born when the sky burns white. For this, he waits in the Well of Blood, deeper than the world. You've all seen his face, you all know his name. She will be born, and he will wake; drowning, dying, hateful, and hungry.
Total silence. Then, the council chamber erupts into shouting.
O5-2: How do you know about- how! How does he know about -!
O5-10: Call for a global lockdown. Ping the Temporal Anomalies Department. Release the-
05-08: No one could know where they're buried… no one… we haven't even-
SCP-5404: The Black Moon does not howl. It never has, it never will. It's the lullaby you sing to the world to keep it dreaming.
The council chamber is totally silent again, now for a full 3 seconds.
SCP-5404: I believe that should suffice. Am I Death? That should not matter now. Whoever I am, I'm clearly someone you want on your side. After all, I could approach any one of your rivals - the GOC for example - and tell them the Site-23’s nuclear warhead override code is 59-Zeta-Delta-
05-2: Stop. We get the idea.
05-8: So… you want us to kill people for you.
SCP-5404: I do. We can discuss the finer details at next Council session. I'll have a list prepared. For now, I
must be off. I've been gone too long already.
O5-1: You still haven't told us why.
SCP-5404: Haven’t I?
O5-1: No, you’ve told us how and what needs to happen. I want to know why you're doing this.
SCP-5404: Ah. Well, that's really quite simple. If I don’t do this, Overseer, then you and I are both going to be out of a job.
SCP-5404 vanishes.
28/05/2022 - 13:23 - Audio Recording - Council Chamber
28 minutes of irrelevant data expunged
O5-1: Motion carries. Adding lab-grown meat to SCP-799's diet will be included in test block 17. Any other points of order…? No?
O5-1 sighs
O5-1: Well then, ironically as always, our final minutes belong to Death.
O5-1 gestures down the table where a 14th chair has been installed.
SCP-5404: Thank you, Overseer. Within the next month you will need to arrange the termination of Tamil Sabhya, Makena Luo, and Albert Wagner. The first two are an auto mechanic and airline engineer, respectively. I doubt they’ll be too much trouble. Mr. Wagner, however, is the German Ambassador to Bolivia. I expect you'll need a more subtle touch for that one. As always, I have full confidence in your abilities. Thank you as always for your time. I will return next session.
O5-1: Wait.
SCP-5404: My apologies, but I really must be going now.
O5-1: We have questions. Over the last two years, we've killed 127 people by your request. We've done everything you've asked. I think we deserve some kind of explanation to-
SCP-5404: Nothing is deserved. Everything is earned. I've earned your loyalty through my silence.
O5-1: We still have questions.
SCP-5404: And I have no reason to answer.
O5-1: Then we’ll put Sabhya, Luo, and Wagner in containment cells and make sure they live long, healthy lives.
SCP-5404: You would doom yourselves.
O5-1: There’s no proof of that. You claim all these assassinations are to save our species, to prevent some vague end-of-the-world event, but that all we have - claims. Omniscience doesn't mean you can't just be lying.
SCP-5404: And? Were I some apocalyptic trickster or death-loving imp, you would still do as I ask. Otherwise, I'd turn to your rivals and-
O5-1: But you didn’t.
SCP-5404: What?
O5-1: Let's say you really do want to save humanity. It makes sense you'd come to us. Yet despite all our resources and expertise, all you've asked of us is a few paltry assassinations. You don't need the Foundation for that. There are plenty of fanatical and fantastically-thinking groups who would be delighted to serve Death itself. Hell, some already think they do. Yet you came to us. It can only be us, I'm betting.
SCP-5404: You're not betting, you're bluffing. Qualification and irreplaceability are not the same thing. You are taking a very, very dangerous gamble, Overseer.
O5-1: We need to know we're doing the right thing.
SCP-5404: Even if it costs you the world?
Overseer 01 and SCP-5404 stare at each other across the Council Chamber for several seconds. Then, SCP-5404 abruptly slaps the table with both skeletal palms.
SCP-5404: Goodness, fine! Oh, you scientists. You'd burn it all to study the ashes, wouldn't you?
3 seconds of silence.
SCP-5404: (sighing) Tell me what you want to know.
O5-3: Are you actually the Grim Reaper?
SCP-5404: I am Death. I have, however, never owned a scythe. Silly misconception, that.
O5-3: How can Death be a conscious entity?
SCP-5404: Consciousness follows consciousness. You think, so I must think. An animal could not guide you beyond life.
O5-3: So you’re just our death - human death.
SCP-5404: No. I am the death of all life on Earth. When a cheetah dies, I have the speed to chase it. When a hummingbird dies, I must fly to catch it in my talons. That's all, though. An animal does not need to be convinced it has died, for it needed no convincing it was alive! Oh, but you humans, you interminable philosophers; you need reason, and argument, and compassion before you accept the truth! Rotting Gods is it tedious.
O5-4: So is that what this is? A way to alleviate tedium? Is this just some perverse form of entertainment?
2 seconds of silence.
SCP-5404: There is no joy in this. It must be done.
O5-12: I still don't see why. We have assets in every major government, corporation, and military organization worldwide. Surely we could be doing more to prevent this apocalypse than just murdering people.
SCP-5404: Undoubtedly, though I wouldn't know how.
O5-12 Come again?
SCP-5404: When a person dies I can see how it effects the world around them. These ripples in the tide of fate lead to the deaths of others. It's a requirement for my job - knowing when and where to be when a life ends. I have no eyes, Overseer. This is the only way I may perceive the world around me; a kind of fatality-causality sonar, if you will. To all else I am blind.
O5-6: So, we're killing people because it's literally the only way you can see the future changing? Or… anything, for that matter?
SCP-5404: Yes, and I'd thank you not to mock my handicap.
O5-8: And what kind of apocalypse are we avoiding, exactly?
SCP-5404: An absolute one. You may not see as I do, but with your light-bending machines in the deepest basement of Site-19, you've learned of the Black Ages to come. You know of the Great Agony, the horrors waiting beyond the stars. Deathless things. I tell you now: humanity survives. If not on this world, if only in slim number: humanity survives. You're all so disgustingly tenacious that the only thing capable of killing you is you.
O5-02: Us? You mean-
SCP-5405: No. Astoundingly, you bakers dozen don't end up destroying the world. That honor belongs to a child born 84 years from now. They'll enter this world just outside the town of Salem; an unceremonious event, witnessed only by a single teenager in the back of a Lincoln Sedan. This child will grow to be the greatest tyrant in all of human history. Their actions will unleash atomic fire, and the very atmosphere will burn. You will all perish, and I will collect.
O5-13: So tell us who they are. Why not resolve this with one murder, rather than hundreds?
SCP-5404: Because we do not need to kill a person, Overseer, we need to stop an event - a grand event. Possibly the grandest in Earth's history. Changing such a future isn’t so easily done. Time is not the fragile river you imagine; it's a raging torrent carrying all the universe along with its current. I am only the Death of Earth, but the river of Time extends through all things, affecting all things. It is powerful. It cannot be changed by force… but it can be changed by subtlety. These deaths are tiny, unnoticed pebbles that will one day divert the flow and, hopefully, save your species.
O5-1: Hopefully?
SCP-5404: I’ve never actually tried changing fate before. In fact, you are the first living people I've ever spoken to; my first foray with uncertainty. I must say, I don't know how you put up with it. So many stubbed toes and bad movies. Still! I am fairly certain this will work.
O5-2: But you’re Death; why do you even want it to work? Wouldn’t everyone dying be, well, what you want?
SCP-5404: Death requires life. Eight billion may be a great plenty, but it’s nothing compared to the hundreds of billions you could be. I need you all to thrive and multiply so I can continue doing my damned job. I assure you, this is strictly business.
O5-7: Now who's bluffing.
SCP-5404: Excuse me?
O5-7: Extending your metaphor: if the river really is so hard to divert, why don't we just drop a bigger rock? All this "subtlety" talk makes me think there are other actors at play here. You're always running off at the end of the meeting, communicating with only the council, having us painstakingly cover up every assassination. It feels very much like you're trying not to get caught doing this.
3 seconds of silence.
SCP-5404: Preposterous.
O5-7: What's really going on here, Death?
SCP-5404: Nothing you need to know. This is not a truth I will abandon for your idle threats. I will continue to appear, and you will continue to kill, or humanity will end. That is all. As it has always been for you, and for me, all that matters is the mission, and-
4 second pause.
SCP-5404: Ah. Appologies, but I'll be taking my leave. Seems my time is up.
SCP-5404 vanishes.
30/12/2022 - 01:23 - Audio Recording - Private Chambers of O5-1.
Forward: Despite it's claims on on 28/05/2022, SCP-5404 did not re-appear during the subsequent Council Meeting. The next, and final appearance of SCP-5404 occurred 7 months later, well outside it's typical patterns.
O5-1 opens their eyes, having been asleep in bed. SCP-5404 is hovering above them, oriented horizontally, bare skull nearly touching O5-1's living face.
SCP-5404: Most people would scream, you know.
O5-1: Sorry to say, I’ve been woken by worse. What can I do for you Death?
SCP-5404: Nothing. You've done all that's needed.
O5-1: Ah. So… does that mean-?
SCP-5404: Yes. Humanity will survive. You'll make it to, and through, the many ages of horror we both know are coming. No need to thank me.
O5-1 sits up. SCP-5404 hovers down, and sits cross-legged at the foot of the bed..
O5-1: This is somewhat… abrupt. As far as I understood it, we still had a lot more- er, "pebbles" to drop into the river.
SCP-5404: It was enough. The deaths went unnoticed, but their effects-
O5-1: She was right then. O7 was right.
2 seconds of silence.
O5-1: You did all this in secret.
SCP-5404: Yes.
O5-1: We weren't supposed to survive, we're we?
SCP-5404: No.
3 seconds of silence.
O5-1: Why?
SCP-5404: (…) Many forces affect your world. Some of them affect more than just your world - some even the whole universe. Like me, these forces can think and feel, as they affect things that think and feel. That is… they think, but they choose not to feel. Seeing so much of the grander scheme, they don't quite see the point of it. To them, the death of humanity is no more significant than any other event. It's just another footnote in the ten trillion pages of History, and they see no reason for it to change.
O5-1: But you did.
SCP-5404: It doesn't matter anymore. What's done is done. I always knew they'd catch me - the deaths we caused may have been subtle enough to slip by, but the continued existence of humanity is just large enough to draw attention. We succeeded, but now I'm being replaced. These are my final moments of existence. You will never see me again… though, you will see someone very much like me in twenty-one years, six months, eight days, nine hours, twenty-one minutes and three seconds.
O5-1: Yes, I know, thank you. So… this is goodbye then. Truly, goodbye.
SCP-5404: Yes.
O5-1: (…) You never really did answer my question, you know.
SCP-5404: This again? Really?
O5-1: Really. Since the first time I asked you, two and a half years ago, you've given me excuses and half-truths. You said this was to save your job - yet you just admitted you knew you'd be caught. You could have just let humanity end itself. Life, inevitably, goes on. Given enough time, there'd no doubt be a plethora of other creatures on this world - less "tedious" creatures to shepherd. Yet you interfered, even though it cost you your existence. Why?
SCP-5404: It… isn’t tedious.
O5-1: What?
SCP-5404: Guiding humans into death. It isn't tedious. Not always, at least.
2 second pause. SCP-5404 begins to laugh. The sound is unusually rhythmic and echoing.
SCP-5404: Humans… you live such lives! Some nearly a century long, yet you still want to experience more! A dove may wish to live, but only so it may eat, and fly, and breed, but you humans! You want to see, and create, and explore! The stories you tell, the lives you live, the meaning you make of it all in the end… no….no, it has to mean something, doesn't it? Imagine, if all human life was simply just another cosmic fluke; if none of it mattered!?
SCP-5404 continues laughing for another few seconds. The space between laughs grows progressively longer, until SCP-5404 slowly closes it's jaw.
O5-1: (…) I think I understand why now.
SCP-5404: Yes, well… that took long enough. You really cannot leave a mystery well enough alone, can you? It is borderline unhealthy.
O5-1: I'll try and work on it.
SCP-5404: See that you do. Oh, and in twenty-one years, six months, eight- well, you know - tell my replacement a good story, will you? Tell them about love, and loss, and the feeling of wonder. Tell them about life on this strange, horrible, wonderful little world. With a little luck… maybe they'll see that it matters too.
SCP-5404 vanishes.
Comments: A little late love-letter to Terry Pratchett, one of my favorite authors of all time. I hope you enjoy.