I'll Believe in Anything
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An instance of SCP-XXXX photographed by a robotic arm.

Item Number: XXXX

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: In the event of a SCP-XXXX instance making a public appearance, Foundation agents are to mobilize and neutralize it. Current contact with GoI-1984 ("The House of the Naga") is to be utilized for information collection and dissemination regarding SCP-XXXX. Any victims of a SCP-XXXX instance is to be moved to the nearest hospital and immediately placed onto life support.

Description: SCP-XXXX is the designation for a set of statuettes depicting a variety of predatory animals native to India. The producer of these statuettes is currently unknown, though the vast majority appear to be made of green marble derived from Rajasthan, India. Each instance of SCP-XXXX is marked with "BSS" on the animal's left eye. The meaning of this is currently unknown.

The trigger for SCP-XXXX's effects is currently unknown — every instance of SCP-XXXX has been active when discovered, typically in large crowds. While active, SCP-XXXX instances will act as a sink and storage for Akiva radiation in a 300 meter radius, drastically reducing the surrounding divinity levels by at least 300%. In addition, instances, while active, display limited capabilities of movement and sentience.

While draining Akiva radiation from the area, surrounding subjects will experience severe negative symptoms, ranging from respiratory issues to difficulty walking. Despite this, no affected subject will notice SCP-XXXX's movement or presence, suggesting each statuette carries mild antimemetic properties.

The only confirmed method of deactivating an SCP-XXXX instance is to destroy its left eye by any means possible, independent of whether or not the rest of the body is intact.

Discovery: During a celebration for Holi in Kanpur, Uttar Pradesh, India, a SCP-XXXX instance modeled after a leopard was released into the celebration. 45 people were hospitalized, and three desiccated, nonhuman corpses were found. Despite their level of decomposition, time of death was put at a hour earlier. Both the corpses as well as the SCP-XXXX instance were collected after the instance was deactivated. A brief autopsy was performed on both corpses, attached below.

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Autopsy of Unidentified Corpse I-317

Kanpur, India

Date/Time Of Death: 28/03/2025 2:45 P.M.

Date/Time of Autopsy: 31/03/2025 11:00 A.M.

Pathologist: Dr. Strode

Subject: Male in appearance. Black skinned, two-headed.

Cause of Death: Initially unknown.

Detailed Report

FINAL DIAGNOSIS: Loss of nutrients, hypothermia, and frostbite.

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Black skin, four human arms, two tusked human heads. Corpse displays minor pyrokinetic capabilities before being doused. Size of an average adult male.

Of particular note is the frostbitten extremities. Though the desiccated form of the body points to severe vitamin deficiency and dehydration, the affected fingers showed proper proportions suggesting this 'siphoning' occurred postmortem.

The heads and hands showed a lack of hair growth. Skin was instead several layers thicker in these areas, and displayed scattered first-degree burns.

The body showed minor traces of Akiva radiation, though at levels expected for nondivine figures.

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Autopsy of Unidentified Corpse I-318

Kanpur, India

Date/Time Of Death: 28/03/2025 3:00 P.M.

Date/Time of Autopsy: 31/03/2025 1:00 P.M.

Pathologist: Dr. Strode

Subject: Male in appearance. No hair, slightly-tanned.

Cause of Death: Initially unknown.

Detailed Report

FINAL DIAGNOSIS: Blunt force trauma and internal bleeding.

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Porcine head, with human limbs and extremities. Size of an average adult male.

Tearing patterns seen on flesh and remaining organs suggest damage done on the inside, as if the body was manipulated and ripped apart from the inside.

Organs appear similar to a human's, except for the presence of a small yellow organ in the place of the appendix. Organ contains abnormally high contents of bile.

Forearm muscles displayed abnormal size, suggesting subject often carried heavy objects, possibly for use as a weapon or tool.
The body showed minor traces of Akiva radiation, though at levels expected for nondivine figures.

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Both corpses were disposed of in accordance with local beliefs. Following cremation, Foundation agents attempted to interview victims from the Holi festival. Only three were healthy enough and agreed. The logs are attached below.

Interviewer: Res. Inderjit Oakton

Interviewee: Kamal Acharya, 8 years old.


<BEGIN LOG>

Oakton: It's nice to meet you, Kamal.

Acharya: You as well. When can I go home?

Oakton: Soon, Kamal, soon. Is it alright if I ask you a few questions?

Acharya: About what?

Oakton: About what happened to you.

Acharya: You don't know?

Oakton: No.

Acharya: Where do you live? In the big towers in the city? Everyone here knows.

Oakton: I'm not from India, I'm from someplace else.

Acharya: You look like me… so why aren't you from here? Are you from Pakistan?

Oakton: My grandparents are from Pakistan, yes.

Acharya: But your parents?

Oakton: Born in Jalandhar.

Acharya: Oh, and they then left India as well.

Oakton: Exactly right. You've got a good brain between your ears.

Acharya: My mother tells me the same. But it's not as if I get to use it. I'm too busy working in the day anyways, and that's loads more fun than school could ever be.

Oakton: What is your job?

Acharya: Job? I don't know if you could call it that. I don't exactly get paid. Maybe paid in tugs at my ear whenever I spend too long on break. You see, that happens a lot —

Oakton: Focus, please, Kamal.

Acharya: Sorry, bhai sahib. I work at the mechanic's. I hammer scrap metal and license plates and tire hubcaps to make them straight again. Or do other things like fetch a Fanta for the mechanic, Jay sahib.

Oakton: When you say you don't get paid, do you mean that?

Acharya: Of course. I have no reason to lie. If I do get paid, all the money goes straight to my mother to buy necessities. But that doesn't come around much anymore.

Oakton: Why?

Acharya: I should've had you ask me this first. Now I know you're not from here.

Oakton: Meaning…?

Acharya: As much as people love to ignore it, I am poor. Dirt-poor. I have always been this way for my whole life. If I'm not ignored, I'm either at the Gurdwara eating, or getting beaten by adult men for begging after my job. It is just how it is. People from here accept it, but the tourists? You can always get a few coins from them. Always making English gibberish at us and treating us like idols of Brahma.

Oakton: I'll… keep my purse close.

Acharya: No, no, no one would target you. You look too… normal.

Oakton: Back to the topic at hand — did you see anyone… fall down? At the Holi festival?

Acharya: You mean to say someone who's died? No, not yesterday.

Oakton: You seriously didn't see any corpses? If you did, anything unusual?

Acharya: Bhai sahib, when you live like me, you learn to recognize who is and is not sleeping. You forget their faces over time, and they all blend together into one big pile of stink. If I did see anything unusual, it'd be because the corpse wasn't dead.

Oakton: I understand. Thank you, Kamal.

Acharya: No problem. Now, where's the lassi you promised me?

<END LOG>

Interviewer: Res. Inderjit Oakton

Interviewee: Ananya Patil, 47 years old.


<BEGIN LOG>

Oakton: It's nice to meet you, bebeji.

Patil: Oh please, I'm hardly that old.

Oakton: Alright then, if you say so. Are you feeling any better?

Patil: I am, thank you. I'm recovering better than my first time.

Oakton: This isn't the first time you've been in here?

Patil: Not at all, no. My… third? I believe so.

Oakton: When did the other two occur?

Patil: It's been some months. The first was on Vaisakhi, the other on Lohri.

Oakton: Were either of them this bad?

Patil: I'd say so. Probably… equally as much? I think. I'm not sure. I'm sorry if I'm a poor interviewee, I've just been so… everywhere these days that it's been difficult to keep up.

Oakton: It's really no problem—

Patil: I just recently had another child, and my eldest is having to take care of him while I go work, and it's just been so much since all of it, and I'm praying and giving offerings but it's not doing anything—

Oakton: Mrs. Patil, please calm down. As I said already, it's really no problem.

Patil: Alright, alright. Everything's just been a lot lately.

Oakton: I… gathered as much. But if you don't mind, Mrs. Patil, could you tell me about the other two times?

Patil: Oh. Nothing happened, really. Everyone else felt tired, fell down. Collected by a few people, some were. I was carried off by ambulances in the opposite direction.

Oakton: Did you see these others?

Patil: See them? No. I only figured they were medics. Everyone's used to them at this point.

Oakton: Do you know who they are? You sound familiar with them.

Patil: No. No one does.

Oakton: But you still are used to them.

Patil: Well, yes. I just said that. Did I not?

Oakton: You did, yes.

Patil: So why are you asking me it again? Are you trying to give me a headache?

Oakton: No, no. I just thought that if you didn't know these people's identities, you'd be suspicious. Most people would be—

Patil: Well, I'm not, alright? I'm done talking.

<END LOG>

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Interviewer: Res. Inderjit Oakton

Interviewee: Daksha Laghari


<BEGIN LOG>

Oakton: It's nice to meet you, Naidu sahib.

Laghari: Oh please, please, spare the formalities. Daksha.

Oakton: Alright. Daksha bhai, how have you been?

Laghari: I've been fine. No visitors yet except for you. Just me and the plant.

Oakton: A shame.

Laghari: [coughing] Apologies, my lungs've been acting up these past weeks. Respiratory issue.

Oakton: No problem. Water?

Laghari: Yes, please. I can't quite grab it myself, ha.

Oakton: How'd you get so brutally burned?

Laghari: Ah, er. Run-in with a stove at the festival, you see. Tipped over a jalebi maker's stall.

Oakton: I assume he's the reason you've not got half your body?

[Laghari gestures towards his two prosthetics in the corner of the room, laughing.]

Laghari: Oh no, no. Those wooden things are from my time in the Army. They tell you it'd cost an arm and a leg to get a decent house after your time there. Didn't think they'd mean it literally, you know.

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